A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé

this birthed from a writing challenge with friends. Some of us live mundane lives & are on an ineffective path towards our purpose, simply because we can't commit to what it takes to reach our destiny


The Ad on the fence post read:


Wanted Dead NOT Alive”

Ghosts loomed around the posting

As if their time would be revived

As if what was supposed to be done yesterday

Would find its way to checked-off to do lists

And, like channel 52, the Scooby-doo mystery would be solved

And what moments already dissolved would reverse solubility

And what selfishness he once revolved around would lose mobility

And they would be restored

With whatever idea or patent or passion that burned at the core of their being

That went untouched, unfed, undone.

Procrastination murdered their fathers

And buried their generations under mounds of lazy and crazy thinking.

Microwave remedies…overcooking daydreams

Undercooking destinies

And false hope slitting wrists of mothers crying for justice for their slain,

Reaping exactly what was sown:

Gardens and fields full of…nothing,

Yet graveyards, overgrown.

Searching for someone to blame

Someone to execute in the name of shattered dreams…

But nail turned against skin turned against blood turned against bone

And finger pointed away from another’s face to their own.

Disobedience on the run

And the uncommitted his accomplice

Looking for their killer

Ignoring their suicidal finger pulled the trigger.

6 feet under and no ditch digger could ever make worth of that treasure lost.

Aimless living causes casualties

Not only your own…but everyone God designed for you to cross.

Jer. 29:11 told us all of the plans

Barely following the map won’t get you to the Promised Land

His promises ran deep for all of them

But only the disciplined could focus long enough to see what He meant

When He said commit so you can reap the full benefits

Of seeing the world lit with excellence,

From the light of righteousness,

And letting heavenly justice find disobedience guilty

For countless murders of first degree.

We pray the lukewarm Rest in Peace.

But the reality is,

They’re much too full of themselves to get a good night’s sleep.


Die empty!


© 2012 Tinasha LaRayé

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Added on October 3, 2012
Last Updated on October 3, 2012
Tags: destiny, purpose, path, life, faith, commitment, tasks, lazy, effort, God, assignment, goals, dreams, vision


Tinasha LaRayé
Tinasha LaRayé


I am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..