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...

Magical Thoughts of What Might Be Reality or Not             Hello ladies and gentlemen please take a moment and place your thoughts in an imaginary magical place, where everything is real as of today in life. Everything around us is the life of this magical place. But when things happen to us it was real and not an illusion. In life things are a little bit different in some situations or things that might seem like that magical wonderland. Magic can be or it may not be. How do we know if it's real or just an illusion?  Our minds and the vision in it have some substance to it. Meaning, we do not have full control of everything within that substance. The way we grow up and enter into our beliefs as an adult. Our brain power leads our life in what we do, how we think and the knowledge to go off of in our choices. Is it magic or just how you think? ©DMBPproduction Ronald Jenkins Ronaldjenkins2005@yaho...

Listen I close my eyes, my heart opens, and I sway side to side. In touch with harmony within my spirit, my soul speaks in different tones, whispered in lyrics, a rhythm of truth, a melody of being. In the purest design, thoughts rise from a deep cerebrum— intellectual sparks flow into endless discussions, reaching the point of no return. The power of the mind: a weapon of mass creation, a force of resilience, a shield against fear. Armored with courage, holding a sword of wisdom, and faith of a lion— the essence of a King of kings. To every person seeking meaning, to those yearning to be known— I come in peace, but I am guarded. Protected by spirit, anchored by strength, I will put forth my hand before any weapon. Perception and Reflection This piece is more than words; it is perception— a lens of resilience, a reminder that expression can be both soft and unshakable. Through faith, courage, and the embrace of self-awareness, we can transform pa...

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...

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 Hear You Sweetheart             I been listening to you speak out, talking about the things that you need. How you have that feeling you long for and how you miss and want to be missed. The truth of it is, you are so special. The things that you feel that you need is in the depth of your mind sweetheart. Your beauty speaks for itself. All you should want in your life first and foremost, is God. Love him, feel him, praise him, and everything in your heart, will grow strong. He will place upon you the tools in your life of his knowledge for the times that you feel weak and hurt. Pray for guidance and understanding, in your daily prayers. Learn from it now. I am hearing the beating of your passions. It is stronger when you walk blind and guided by the Lord vs. knowing what you see down the path you take. Realize that even when you think you’re walking alone, you are not. See not only do you have a glorious God in your life....

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...