I heard the bells of St. Pauls cathedral. And my heart went out to them. The same heart that longed for ancient days. But good still has a power, a higher meaning of life. Providence His proof. Take heart in your trust, courage in the truth.
Again I start the ascent of repentance’ steep climb. Orienting towards what is mine. I contemplate and lay all at the altar. I have no offerings to burn, all I have to offer is my heart. For your supreme honour I present this in my words, my art. I look towrads the pitty, following theContinue reading “In Christ I Stand”
I know you want this! I want this too. Lets do it together. Me and you. ‘Knock and the door will be opened’ Let’s ratta-tat-tat together. Like our minds remain unopened. He surley won’t keep this from us. He knows are inmost hearts are true. Let’s roll up our sleeves and do this together. MeContinue reading “Ratta-tat-tat”
Scary old ladies and murderous pheins. Is this reality or lucid dreams? Shadows plotting in the corner. I know their desire but she’s far too young to be a mourner. Alone, they’re watching I feel their glare. I’m scared, their steps I hear. Clench my needing hand O’ Lord. The unholy does dare. Supply meContinue reading “Evil In the Night”
When I was lost, dried, cracked in that desert. YOU were that waterfall that restored and cleansed me. The wind that blew, carrying me that extra mile. YOU were the drum the beat in my heart. Which helped me do things I can’t. You were that tear the one that rolled slow, not so bitter.Continue reading “YOU”
How soon passed the time, my time of poetry and crime. Now I smash the goblet of this time, the time of poetry and wine. This time belongs to poetry, poetry and rhyme. For the ultimate glory of God I walk poetries thin line.
A criminal in his cell. With a T.V and radio, what the hell? Three meals a day A library down the hall, A fully kitted gym Even football. Enough to keep him going untill his thoughts get too much, Can’t express his fellings Craves that human touch. He’s lost in his memories but forgets herContinue reading “What the Hell?”
The test of real character is what a man does when he is tired Winston Churchill
Feelings strong though the truth unknown. Until thee profess the wounds go on unsown. A poem like a kiss cannot be given back. Lad, give her your heart and truth. Don’t worry! Don’t slack!
My failures have taught me lesson after fuckin lesson. Also to enjoy success. I’ve heard there is no error without effort. So I must have tried. To myself I longer lie. Everyday seems a battle latley. I welcome a battle but this one is getting close. Wailing in the darkness. And I find this poetical.Continue reading “Replenished by Inspiration”