Month: November 2019

November 26, 2019

Tagged Christ Jesus, God's Love, Gospel, Healing, Heart

Jesus

Life to my bones Words to my emptiness Green to my earth Crown to my shame Sapphires to my stones Stitches to my cuts Potion to my addictions Cement to my cracks Harp to my songs Joy to my pain King to […]

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Life to my bones

Words to my emptiness

Green to my earth

Crown to my shame

Sapphires to my stones

Stitches to my cuts

Potion to my addictions

Cement to my cracks

Harp to my songs

Joy to my pain

King to my dome

Breath to my grim

Light to my soul

Power to my faith

Hill to my valleys

Fortress to my walls

Feathers to my wings

Water to my thrist

Curator to my broken

Spirit to my flesh

Valve to my veins

Armor to my battles

♣️

My boo

Poetry

November 25, 2019

Tagged Beginning, Christ Jesus, Creation, Fly, Healing

Renaissance

She used to be a dreamer, she built many kingdoms, towering castles. From one of her castle’s view, She watched the skies and clouds, they were so close, she could touch them. She observed each castle, reminiscing each’s own story, each’s own […]

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She used to be a dreamer, she built many kingdoms, towering castles.

From one of her castle’s view,

She watched the skies and clouds, they were so close, she could touch them.

She observed each castle, reminiscing each’s own story, each’s own king.

She climbed and lay brick by brick as she created them imagination upon imagination.

She never tired of creation, of painting her world whichever way she pleased.

But now,

She lies back on solid ground.

Where the grass feels moist and the sun rays caress her face with lovely beams of light energy.

No castles, no colors, no brushes, no paint, no drawings, no creations.

Only clear skies.

A new beginning.

Watching the skies, the clouds form images of abstruse art, trying to figure out if they could be talking to her,

Whispering to her heart’s desires.

She can now start again.

No bricks, no clay, no ladders.

Just wings and the power of command.

Take off little angel,

Go,

Fly,

Soar,

But still, she lies on solid ground.

On her wings.

Beautiful, white, bold wings.

Her heart still heavy, weak to command her wings to soar.

Her mind insistently in hushed tones saying, “you can’t keep holding, you can’t keep carrying, let go and your wings will float.”

So everyday, she gains more courage, more strength.

Because her wings are powered by omnipotence.

♣️

Poetry

November 19, 2019

Tagged Destiny, Heart, love, Poetry

Heart Jewels

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Sopphire jewels
Every day, Forever
Aroused Anticipation
Little presence
Bambina love
Jamstone
Bambino smile
Heart sold out
No
Not a tragedy but blessings
Immutable
Foolish kind of love
So I believe
Books inscribed exhaling grand hearts essence
Craving love, Belonging
Embracing uncertainty
Ostrich protection
Lovely kisses calling mommy
Unforgettable little hands
Squeezing carefree
Journey to chalcedony
Reckless unadulterated love
Sensations birthed eternity
Uncaged love in discipline
Breaking down demons day in day out
Four yous darling
Repaired gypsy heart by
The sound of sweet small voices
Would exchange a lifetime to listen
For love knows no distance
In heart carrying your lights forever.

♣️

Poetry

November 17, 2019

Tagged Addictions, Chains, Christ Jesus, Drugs, Forgiveness

In Chains

In the dark night, while my eyes lay wide open, tossing and turning, fighting with the sheets and pillows, thoughts upon thoughts, worries upon worries, reasonings upon reasonings. In the dark streets where I walk in the corridors of dark alleys and […]

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In the dark night, while my eyes lay wide open, tossing and turning, fighting with the sheets and pillows, thoughts upon thoughts, worries upon worries, reasonings upon reasonings.

In the dark streets where I walk in the corridors of dark alleys and back doors. Dressed to please you, yes you, who calls me beautiful but for a moment and a worthless escort when you are done. Yes, both of you.

In the broken down house where no cars dare to pass by, a house infected by mildew and the smell of dead rats. Where I escape to hide from the world, to sniff just that one puff of heroine, smoke that one joint I almost got killed over while running from the dealer I stole from.

Underneath my blankets when I rest my head only for my mind to drift and form images of attractive women caressing my whole form, mens pleasures, self pleasures.

In the daylight when I grab hold of that little girl and take away her innocence, when I force myself on a man or a woman to fulfill bodily desires.

In the toilets and in secret crying for my husband, my child, my mother, my wife, my father, my grandmother, my grandfather, my best friend, my colleague, my uncle, my aunt, my mentor; dead or lost.

In the judges chambers where I set my judgement–”death with no parole” to incarcerate the defenseless man for he has but just torn pockets.

In the office desk where I ask for bribes, inflate numbers, stash a bit of coin in my purse, use my power for self gain and make others wait on me like a king or queen. Yes you, your highness.

In the house where I beat my child, torture and starve her to death, insult her mother and threaten to set them on fire.

In the warehouses where I smuggle little children, drugs, guns and ammunition, women and men.

In the hospital where I pinch some morphine, fentanyl, diazepam, tramadol to get that release, that high, that doped.

In that crack house, filled with cigarette smoke, needles and condoms on the floor, red bulbs and flashing lights.

In that studio —on that canvas—on that paper—on those decks, where I create what is in my heart, where I share my passion, my pain, my hurt, my anger to the world.

In that hospital and home bed where I can no longer take the pain any more, where pain is all I feel, where my body is filled with wounds, bandages, all patched up. Where my head is shaved off and my legs fail me.

I see you, yes you.

In chains, in pain, hurting, worrying, angry, self loathing, self pitying, proud, ashamed, guilty, embarassed, anxious, broken, despicable, despondent, hopeless, nervous, stressed, afraid, confused, on edge, unhappy, heartbroken, resentful, jealous, fatigued, exhausted.

I see you.

Yes you,

Turn your head away from all these feelings, and fix your eyes on Me.

Bring your hurt
Bring your pain
Bring your broken-heart
Bring your worry

Bring it all

You are worthy.

You are not meant to carry that load, can’t you see that it is too heavy?

You are my child.

Yes, I see you, I see it all, I hear you cry, I hear your thoughts. Turn away from your sins, from the devils chains and fix your eyes on Me.

I got you.

♣️

Spoken Truth

November 6, 2019

Tagged Christ Jesus, Discovery, Freedom, Hope, Light

Freedom

Everyone of us has an immanent desire that superceeds any other desire in the human experience. This desire is what causes up to wake up everyday and go to work, it makes us attracted to other people, at times this desire is […]

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Everyone of us has an immanent desire that superceeds any other desire in the human experience.

This desire is what causes up to wake up everyday and go to work, it makes us attracted to other people, at times this desire is so strong that some people look for it by thrusting others and themselves in addictive behaviors of drug abuse, sex, money and power games.

Freedom

We are all looking to satisfy the need and desire for freedom within us.

Whether it is financial freedom, emotional freedom, mental freedom, physical freedom, we all want to be free from health problems, from stress, from strife, from marital dissatisfaction, from hurt, pain, disease, hatred, anger, poverty, from the worldly norms….You name it.

Unfortunately we are born in a worldly system that is flawed. The world seems as though it has the upper hand from the time of our birth, because we innately find customs, traditions, rituals, practices braced by billions of people and we take them to be truth.

However, in as much as this is the way of the world, there is a profound truth that lies in the loins of the universe. That which only the ones daring enough to question the status–quo by digging through and placing themselves in places of vulnerability uncover and discover.

The truth is freedom can only be found in one place — in Christ Jesus.

The one place that the world is pushing to make a lifestyle choice, that the people who talk about Christ in public, outside the confines of the church are weird and extremists. The truth is people do not want to be associated with Jesus any other place aside from the church. When someone is praying, preaching, speaking, writing, living a life proclaiming Christ in public, they become a spectacle almost like a circus of sorts.

But whether you search under, over, beneath the universe, you can never find freedom anywhere else. The Kingdom of God is not situated at a specific place (and by this I mean heaven) The Kingdom of God is here on earth with us, it is upon us. Only, it is hidden. Only those who will, can find it.

A man who is not free is termed a slave. Most people who have no cognizance of this fact are living in vicious cycles of chasing after earthly possessions not knowing the blind desire for the world is making them slaves.

Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth and the life. Nobody comes to the Father expect through me.”—John 14:6 Can you imagine the impact of just this one statement? This means there is no other way, no other truth, no other life to God and to gain outside of Christ.

Who the son sets free is free indeed.

♣️

Through Life

Nobody taught me to love wholly, selflessly, patiently, faithfully and earnestly meant to be brave. I learnt and still am, learning it from God;