Save Mother Earth

I am in awe at how harsh this beautiful world can be...

I remember in junior high I would read the National Geographic to look at the stunning pictures of this world - with the waterfalls and the endangered animals. 

So have you ever stopped to wonder about Mother Earth? 

She must feel pain most of the time.

She must hate the hate that so many of us carry. 

When there are wars I'm sure she cries towards Heaven in grief, as blood seeps into her skin.

I'm sure she cries to God for strength and mercy. But not for Her; for us.

What a strong soul she must be. She is humble. She is selfless. What our world should be.

I have seen our world; Her world crash as her heart cracks and she begins to tremble. And I think we make her cry. 

I think we make her cry because of our sadness and our pain. Our anger; our rage. Our idolness; our pride.

We've given her scars. We throw garbage and glass all over her face. And she can't do anything about it. 

Except by showing us she cares. By showing us that she is still pure, while we are not.

She has no voice but her creations are enough to see she is there. This is Her world more than ours. Yet she gives us sunrises
                        sunsets
                                   flowers
                                              stars
                                                     clouds
                                                              oxygen

She gives us memories.

She gives us reasons to smile. 

We need to look at this beautiful world around us. Mother Earth is too gentle and too lovely to ignore.

Next time you notice something beautiful in this world, make sure you let Her know she has been seen. That she is appreciated. You can tell Her

Thank you.

Thank you for doing this for me.

For being strong.

And even though she won't respond, she will hear you. And that will be enough.

~~~ destiny preach

All I see

All I see 
are those who think they can't live
how they want to.
They hold themselves back,
not realizing they are the ones 
who chained themselves to the wall.
Who drew the curtains down.
Who said, no you can't
you can't do anything.
Who locked the door shut and didn't 
let anyone in.

And even though it was their doing, they feel 
the devil forced them in. 

There's no way out to the open
world because all they know is darkness,
and all they know is cold. 

They can't figure out they hold the key to their own Destiny.
They don't understand they are trapped in their own fear; 
their own misery. 

If only they knew, that all they had to do 
was take the key and unlock the door that has hidden
all the fear; all the insecurities.

But they're too busy hiding in the corner on a rug
with a candle barely lit.
And they sit 
with fear in their eyes 
because they don't know how to get out.

They don't realize that they are the ones who locked themselves in.
Yes, they are the ones who shut everybody out. 
But the fear of the unknown and the false perception of life restrains 
them from living how they want to.

So they continue to sit on that old raggedy rug
with the candle barely lit. 
And they still don't know what's outside that rusted
locked door.

Yeah all I see 
are those who think they can't live 
how they want to;

including me.

Kings, Rights, & Destiny

My name is Destiny Preach. I am not black; I am not a preacher. But I do dream like Martin Luther King Jr. did. And I do believe there are bad people in this world that used to be good and good people who are turning bad because no one knows why we live or why we care.

I guess Kings are the only ones who know the answer to questions that begin with why. They say it's called destiny,

I've always been intrigued by civil rights. I still don't understand how people could think they were better than others based on skin color.

How could you look at a human being and not see their soul? How could you look at them and only see black.

But then it scares me because I judge people too; the snotties and the druggies and the illuminatis. And I don't understand why I judge them based on what I see. I don't understand why I can't find their soul below their skin.

I hope you can see my soul through my words
because I believe I'm destined to preach.