Consciousness Before Conscience

By Paul Easter

A preachers son from a small town down South that people have never heard of has a very conflicted soul. He must choose to love those that dont love him. He must still grow up with the perception that he is not allowed to make the same mistakes every mortal man makes. He has questions that he should already have the answers to. But the truth is he doesnt have them. Consciousness Before Conscience is about being aware of the world around you so you can make the right decisions on how to tackle lifes challenges that lies ahead of you. It is a collection of reflections. Just when that love that balanced you leaves you, things begin to shift. You become unbalanced and even fall at times. Questions start to be asked within. Why was I allowed to mess this up? Why was they allowed to mess this up? Why should I love those who dont love me? Love them even when they view me as inferior and I know God made us of the same dust of the earth and we have the same blood flowing? Does God see me? What is my purpose? Why have I become this new man? Balance has been interrupted. But the only way to get it back is to write out all of my days dreams and nights fantasies. Its a journey out of hurt into happiness once you realize the only way out is through love. This is my journey, our journey. Journey to happiness has always been about the love we were created from and born with. We just have to get back to it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514421147

Paul Easter

Poet, aspiring songwriter, author, preacher’s son, a brother, a Christian, and friend, Paul Easter is a born dreamer. He is a child of the hip-hop culture. After he graduated Gaston College with an associate of arts with focus in business administration, he couldn’t deny his affinity for poetry anymore. It started when he was in middle school and one day he read some of his sister’s poetry he found while rambling through her stuff. It was creative, it was eye-opening, and the words spoke freedom. He wrote his first poem in English class at W.C. Friday junior high about a girl he had feelings for. So after his completion of college, he decided to give poetry more time and energy. Because of his wishes to be respected by his peers, he joined Poetry Soup. He has been a member on the poetry website since 2009. He has two top ten finishes in poetry contest he has entered in. He has also had pieces of his poetry published on the Internet. He has written songs for himself and for others. He has also performed some of his original work live. He worked with God Factor Records as an artist and also he has worked with Dallas Music, helping create behind the scenes. Music and writing has always been his safe haven. It’s the vibrations and the message that always touches his soul. It’s a perfect marriage of words and sounds that makes a poignant message. What else would you expect to come from the soul of a preacher’s kid?

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CONTENTS

A Poets Prayer

Ink Like Water

Dreams Inferred

Chained

What Do I Want Out Of Life?

Eternal Childhood

Through His Eyes

The Calling

Finding Reasons….

View

Maybe I Really Don’t Know

In My Deliverance

Without

God Of My Heart

A Good Man Is Hard To Find

God’s Gift To A Son

In God We Trust

Lords Only Vision Embodied By Me

Dare To Be Love…

A Truthful Word

Completion

Our First Time

If Love Is All That Matter

Lovers Block: Post Card

Ask Me

Mona

Dwayne & Whitley

Paid In Full

The Drum Tells A Story

Loves Demise

Ally

Ms. Out Of Touch

Missing You

Loves Conflict

Than To Never Have Loved At All

Love’s Essence

Lost Black Girl

A Chance To

Perception Of You

The Wanting Of You

Yearning

We Own The Night

I Choose You

No Longer Hidden

Take You There

Ms. Truth

In A Different Space?

Yeah It’s About You…

Culture Shock

Anthony

Montress

Racism

Can History Be Forgotten?

Social-Conscious

Saturday Fight Night

Sins Of A Father

Culmination

We must first be awake and knowledgeable of our surroundings before we can determine what’s right or wrong to help ourselves and to impact others.

Matthew 7:3- Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brothers’ eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?

A POETS PRAYER

L ord bless this Pen?

Through it I shall accomplish all that you have for me.

The things that I dream, believe, and see for the world.

Let it bring those endless journeys to an end.

Let the ink flow as blood to those in need,

Let it pump life through those who have forgotten about who they are.

It’s a breath to those who has lost their need to breathe life.

The letters of this pen will never bleed.

Lord let it awaken old minds.

Let it bring to focus those things that are out of focus in our lives.

The things that bind us to this world will be loosed.

Let it captivate those new minds.

Let it be a revolutionary.

It will cause us to think abstract.

It will bring about a great change.

Let it start up great social commentary.

Let it write words to expose.

Let it bring out my inner most thoughts.

Bring out their inner most feelings.

It will bring to pass things that only you know.

Lord please bless this pen?

It tells a story written by you.

It’s manifested through me.

Let it take man through a journey with no end.

Amen.

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INK LIKE WATER

L ost amongst life’s arid and dry dessert,

Scorched and dehydrated by just living.

I crawled with all that I had left from all the hurt,

Mirages appear as my soul searched for healing.

Eyes squinting appearing before me was an oasis,

But could this be an image of what I just wished to be?

It was real as I sipped from its water and sweet is how it tasted,

It moistened the dry lips like medicated relief.

I sipped from the very hands that carried me across life’s terrain,

Its waters seemingly washed away all the debris as I cradled it.

They moved through my skin washing out life’s stain,

Helping my soul forget.

The fruit from which the water helps bear is vibrant,

Its nectar was only rival by the waters sweat spring.

In its seeds I gain my