So many questions…?




Why do I?

Why do I keep shadowing insanity…?

Repeating its redundancy-

Mortgaging my time to Hypothetical Fears.

My Thoughts circle the pools of

imagination, amidst a barren wishland,

Where un-captured dreams roam-

Why can’t  they find a home…?

“Why has the eye’s of my hope grown dim?!”

(A Voice is shown like a guiding light emerging from the dark mist speaking)

“Why do you question my Love towards you?

That same love I had, I have, so much so, I brusied a rose to make amends,

An atonement for your Sin.”

“So Your life may begin again.”


“Why do you question?”

“Don’t you believe Me….?”

- As Jesus started on his way, a man ran up to him and fell on his knees before him. “Good teacher,” he asked, “what must I do toinherit eternal life?”

Stay focused on what you Know you want out of life and pin your thoughts upon the portrait of your hopes. Do not allow yourself to get caught try’n to run your race wearing…



I wanna get out of these cement shoes;

I’m fed up with singing the blues.

I’d rather choose to pursue what’s been give’n so I can start live’n,

But I can’t move with these cement shoes;

Stuck running in place,

Days full of hurry up and wait’s.

Patient yes, however, the blues from these cement shoes amplifies stresses.

What’s left to do???

Give up to the weight of these cement shoes or use the chisel tool to

Chip away at these stone blocks poured over my feet mixed from heavy thoughts…

Feeling like there’s a plate of hope and a spoonful of desire just out of reach;

All because of these cement thoughts that put these blocks on my feet….

-Philippians 4:8  “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”





I went from survivor to fighter swinging this pen ’til my arms

Went tired striving to follow the pillar of fire burning in my soul cuz

The artifice reality is cold we got sold a lemon when the forbidden

Fruit was given they want you to believe the crumbs given is real


Its official the warrant has been issued calling for the arrest of this

Development I demand this deception to quit or taste the tip of my

Pen in hand balled fist quiver free-writing a command,


Went from survivor to Prize Fighter wielding a weapon mightier than

Sword words catch fire as paper absorbs My Dreams-

The War rages


When the crisp morning breeze plants the seeds of your dreams in your ear all of creation stands still just to hear every desire….

Time is patient,
The future is what you paint it;
The horror’s of your past I pray they fade quick.
Let the enemies of your dreams be vanquished.
Let your hopes rest on the throne next to where faith sits housed in Love
burning eternal.
Let the memories of your Joy be recorded in histories pages,
Please roam your world free,
God never intended us to be locked in mental cages.
And BELIEVE you are a marvel to behold.
Your mirror and see who royalty is supposed to

Some times the most closest of lovers can become the most distant of strangers; turning the most sweetest kiss into bitter poison- Proverbs 5:3-“the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: 4 But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. 5 Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.”

The Kiss of Death


I tried to shoulder the load keeping you covered, never exposed,


You chose a narrow vision-

Turn’ed my back to receive the deepest incision..,

Leaving me wounded–

My joy departing out like fluid.

I didn’t think you’d be the one to do it:

Then she licked her lips saying, “I had nothing to do with….”

I wasn’t looking for appreciation,

Just your understanding of the odds I’m face’n


Even that counted for little-

You still drove the dagger deeper with your words of ‘Mass-Destruction’,

Smoother than oil your words of seduction,


You where the one I trusted–

Why is it the one who promised to protect your heart,

IS the first one to offer it up to the dark…?

1st John 4:7-8 “Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.”

Be Mastered by LOVE


I’ve gotta get past the clicking point


pull the trigger-

I figure that my thoughts should lead to figures filling arena seats

just to hang on to every word preached,

“Love must be tested and proven”

-Apostle M. Waller,

teach’ed so I noted and quoted-

I believed therefore I spoke it;

by Gods grace my hope rests in a Promise unbreakable,

this belief produced un-feakable Love–

a word proven to be unshakable leading me to Salvation

when I thought I was un-savable.

Love broke the bars releasing my heart out of prison,

by the Grace of Gods divine enablement,

one Word became my Perfect Crisis Management:


Though they’re far and in between, I still find my moments to unleash inspiration

If I could get only a moment of quiet

I wouldn’t be in a inner riot

reaching for the steering wheel so I can pilot out of this storm

fallowing Gods Perfect Salvation waiting for paradise to form.

If I could get a moment of quiet,

commanding my fears to be still and silent;

I would spend it seeking wisdom’s key

hoping I’d find it

so I can bind understanding to my heart;

upon this quest I embark, walking swiftly out the dark..!

A place where poetry has it's own expression


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