Strength Through Experience

Experience Through Testimony As I wake from a near death experience, Experience is now claiming a position in my life. Life lived is alive to live, In the grace of my Faith. Crown me a King, My cries, cried out— Moans, grunts, pains in distress. The prayer within, family and friends, My fight and strength in battle— Courageously heals the wounds and scars. In a deep beat of my heart, I drum, I walk with an armor of skin, A heart of a lion, In the steps of a giant, The spirit of God in my soul. My father is my keeper, A son that holds my motivation. Emotional tears Cover the surface of my skin, That waters a new beginning of life. What broke me? Is making me. The Man of a King— A King. My sword is a knight, A brawl that fights, Maturity that shines Evidence of combat. This is my struggle. Perception and Reflection Through the lens of perception, this poem reveals more than survival—it reflects rebirth . It’s the voice of a soul reborn through hardship, f...

The World Is Crazy This world is crazy Historical events that changes lives in the life of day-to-day life lived; drugs, killings, mass murders, politicians, corruptions, in the world of deception, manipulated the visions of the eyes of  humanity. Heartfelt situations philosophized in different tunes toned in through the media that televised the preparation that broadcasts truths and lies; the musical notes that despise concepts abstracted and guiding the general principles of evil perceptions. Pay attention to the power of the brain, weapons of mass destruction, understand the knowledge of wisdom that circulate circumstance beyond his or her control. Victims of a secret society have the mysterious illusion that entertains us in the reality of our minds. The Monopoly provider of these products that control our lives, blur our minds to the word of thy Lord that should be feared first and foremost is in the disguise within our minds. Translations spoken in terms of life lea...

Providing momentum and richness to the melody, a combination of notes that are sung or played at the same time. Changing harmony is one of the most characteristic features pleasingly effective produced by an arrangement of the ability to enter, understand, or share somebody else’s feeling’s. Intensifying the basic and most important things to be learned when the heavy rain brought you a flood of allegiance or loyalty to something that takes up time or energy. Especially something that must be done regarded in terms of what is known to be a spirit or feeling of adventure, excitement, the potential for heroic achievement. The charming power to hold somebody’s attention completely or irresistibly express pleasurable exposure to events over a period of time that leads to feel a particular physical feeling caused by having one or more of the sense organs stimulate the source and center of emotional life, where the deepest and sincerest feelings that continuously pulsates movement and sound ...

Tear drops and Rain Drops. They cry out with different mixed emotions. The crazy thing is that even with your eyes closed they still will fall. With your eyes closed. Have you ever just sat in the rain and listened to the different sounds landing on different objects. Sit down and imagine how you were feeling. Was it good or bad? The echo in the beat of my heart, dances in the rain. Through the day to day it gets easier to smile and realize that I have a life to live. In each of the steps that I take is in the faith of each beat that pounds with every drop that hits the surfaces. One day the echo of my own voice will be in harmony singing a beautiful song with the worth of righteous words. But have more lyrical notes then any written song. Some moments feel just right. ©DMBPproduction Ronald Jenkins Ronaldjenkins2005@yahoo.com

I have many fears within, The frightening thoughts of roadblocks. Procrastinations to my destinations, Repercussions of debt by failure, Increasing barriers come before my goals and dreams. Making it hard to provide for my seeds, And showing the path as growth overlooks me and mines. A lot of times I darken my own shine, From bad decisions, misconceptions, And walking in the wrong direction, Without thinking of unforeseen reflections That I might have to come face to face with— Of realizations. © DMBPproduction Ronald Jenkins ronaldjenkins2005@yahoo.com Perception: Seeing Beyond Fear This poem speaks to the quiet battles many of us face—the fear of failure, the pressure of responsibility, and the emotional weight of our own choices. It captures the struggle between dreams and doubt , between wanting to rise and the fear of falling. We often become our own obstacle, dimming our light through hesitation, regret, or self-criticism. Yet, awareness is the first step to t...