Time and all that ticks to it 

Fades with the bonds we faked 

While it lasted

A smile, a hug, a kiss

They all but too quickly become a miss

Questions unanswered

Remain unanswered questions

Everything is fleeting

The only eternity

Is what we cannot see

And everyday I notice

How futile sentiments can be

How absurd 

To hold on to what you cannot keep

And seeking comfort where we could never claim home

Everything is fleeting

This body decays as days fade

Death is a destination from which we inherit an invitation when we are born

What we do in between those two landmarks

Will determine who we are

As time blows

And the wind flies

We go where it takes us

Some take what they can

Some give what they wish

While the wise, find meaning

Everything is fleeting



This is for girls who’ve grown to love dark rooms

Grown to love the dark and sitting alone

Crying on the bedroom floor

As I sit and stare through the window, I am reminded that there are things which lie beyond

This space

This place

This exhibition of solitude

Silently serenading the love songs that reminded me of you

This, is the last poem I will write about you…

You boasted of shallow confidence

And your eyes made my mouth water

I saw my father in you

They say women are emotional…

Maybe it’s because we carry the emotions of boys

Who we borrowed hoodies from

We wore those wolves’ coverings as if they were our own

Stood in the mirror

Barely recognizing ourselves

We proudly wore your pelts

Temporarily took away the pain you felt

When she broke your heart

And you came running, looking for help…

This is for the girls who never loved themselves enough to be

Angry at a boy for leaving them

Just because mama never cried every single day of her life

Never taught you from birth

How to break the bones of boys who are to blame

Never cussed and made threats

When admitting her title of miss,

Even though she has two kids

Doesn’t mean it was okay for her to not have the man who helped make you by her side.

Peace comes from a broken heart

But never be afraid to feel

When he’s hurt you

Never be afraid to admit the depths of pain that he’s caused you

Don’t let another sun set

With tears clinging onto your eyelashes

Let it go

Let him know

His words are a tattoos you both agreed on

But he was never serious about

Yet, he was never fearful in holding you

And didn’t think twice of the risk that you just might get attached

We’ve been attacked

Fallen victim to dark rooms

Where we unveil our masks

Men become boys

And women, weak, heed to their sleek talks and gentle touch

Slight grab and hand tucked under your waist

Declaring your body as their new found territory

Sticks his flag inside your earth

You’ve been conquered.

The bed was never made to be a battleground

That’s why you can’t sleep

Loneliness fought its way into our comfort zones

Now our bedrooms are graveyards

With tombstones inscribed with poetry

Even though he’s no longer around

Those who enter this space

Have to pay their respects to him.

This is the last poem I will write about him.

For I have chosen to press shut down on this conflict

We deserve more than lies and prototypes of incomplete men

There is a window

With a road on the other side

And the sun rise, marking its finish line

So today, I will choose to resurrect hope

And hug the Son back

Thankful for His ever-open arms

I’ll release all the bitterness I had towards him

Into the atmosphere

For he has gained his wings

And his weight is no longer too heavy on me

For there is something

Which lies beyond this space

His excuses will not become me

The only thing I will retain is the memories

And pretty soon, they too must fade away

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,

It is well, it is well with my soul!

I will no longer try to fill this hole

In the morning when I rise,

Give me Jesus.

Dark midnight was my cry,

Give me Jesus.

And when I’m come to die,

Give me Jesus.

Only He can make me whole.




‘False Hero’

Every human being is in need

In want

Of something and someone

To touch them

And soothe away the scars

Like wax melting

Changing its forms

We all want to be reformed

But, you can’t be anyone’s hero

No one can be your hero

We all need rescuing

The peace which you seek

Is confined in the heart which you’ve hid

It must be allowed to rule that castle

Where your feelings freely flow

Like the Nile

With so many victories and tragedies running through

No human being can be your hero

For we are all in need

And in want of being saved

And this is no bad news…

For it means you don’t have to try so hard

To make them love you

Make them appreciate you

Make their troubles fade

Your attempts are only as fig leaves

Insufficiently providing a fix

We all need to be fixed

We all need to surrender

To the need of beings someone’s hero

I faced up to the reality

I can’t make the hurt go away

I never had the power to

I’m sorry for trying to be your hero

And even more sorry

For trying to make a hero

Out of you…



‘Pleasure or Pain’

Whips and chains

Fuel and flames

Men and women died for baring the cross’s shame

Killed, slaughtered

Persistent, pro-longed pain

Still they stood firm and never caved

Those days

When being a Christian was like signing up to be a dead man walking

Persecuted simply for talking and professing,


Christianity is not for the faint…

Fun and fantasy

Alcohol and ecstasy

Fast food and fast sex

Nothing has changed

Except these days

We are inflicted with pleasure

Rather than pain

Promises of riches beyond what our forefathers could endeavour

Who wants to be a millionaire?

When there’s over a million in want, in need

Poverty is a result of our own human greed

They once used pain to try and tame

Believers and disciples of the Ancient of Days


The enemy remains the same

Yet his tactics of control have changed

Will men and women die to bare the cross’s shame?

Die to self

Trust and obey

The one who commanded His children to abstain

From the lust of the flesh

In a world that revolves around lust and flesh

Will you live to please yourself

Or put your appetite to death?

Our appetite for sin

Is impossible to overcome without the help of Him

Who was whipped and shamed

So we could be pure through His undefiled blood

Pleasure or pain…

Whatever the threat

Your freedom of choice remains.




‘Alabaster Poem’


All besides her bitter sweet memories,

Tear stained cheeks,

Pain was written on her face

Disgrace was her middle name

The floor in her room echoed volumes of regret

If she had known, she could of prevented it all from happening

But, blue were her days, with no sun rays

Just awkward silences

Deadly, not golden.

There she stood with hope tugging at the edge of her dress

Like a desperate child

She heeded His Spirit as He called her

Deprived of Love

Like a starved child

She had scars, more shuddering than any war hero, she was no war hero

But she bore deep wounds from daily battles

Rejected and unappreciated

She was a figure of yesterdays no one wants to recall

Her feet trod as if they apologized that she was even living or breathing at all

Hair running down the side of her face veiled her beauty

Then she realized there was a King who knew the very number of them

So she took all she had to give to Him

Naked, she brought nothing but a body clothed with sin and a box of Alabaster

Representing the worth that she wished she had.

Knowing she was unworthy to be called His

Still to Him she humbly did give

To Him all she had, she did give.



‘A Light Shines’

A light shines within you

If at times you’re convinced otherwise

Know that doubt only derives from the devils lies

And the greatest power is the one that is inside

You just have to open your eyes

You’ll see how peaceful life is when you’re free

In perfect love, one finds liberty

In perfect love, there is joy that wipes away every tear

Perfect love is God

And it casts out all fear

Therefore let go…

Of your fears, worries, guilt and pain

Fear misinforms you that’s mountains are beyond able to move

And that if you dare to dream you will be ridiculed

Believing it…is being fooled

There’s no more need for pain

For Jesus the lamb that was slain;

Will wash away your every stain and promised never to bring up your sins again

This Christian race is not one that is easy to run,

keep good pace and remember that with Jesus in the vessel we can smile at the storm

Peace be still… is what He told to the waves and the wind

They obeyed because they acknowledge who He is..

The great creator

Alpha and Omega

Saviour, and my personal Friend

You just have to open your heart

You’ll feel how fulfilling God is, if you let Him in

You’ll be transformed

And that’s when your light begins to shine





We begin with what we know..

and what we know… is nothing

Empty, as a hollow tree

Eventually we are hit with the reality

That we contemplate the most insignificant things and deem them life or death

Simply existing,

Shipwrecked in the now

We wonder how we discovered this foreign, modern land of despair and loneliness

As we boomerang back to where we first began…nothing

The trueness remains

Many have not discerned truth but still you must keep searching..

For you are created as something beautiful and miraculous..

A miracle formed before time exposed it

The radiant pattern coating the butterflies wings,

How great is the One that chose it?

Your intricately designed unique finger prints.. point to Him

He exists

Like the air,

He is invisible

But we know that He’s there because He keeps us alive

Even though we frequently fail to recognise it

Our eyes are far too blinded by city lights

That we forget He is the light of the world

He exists..

All knowing, all seeing, all powerful

You are made in His image

You are purchased by His blood

That despite your nothingness,

You may become.. something

In the beauty of your being,

And in all natural things seen,

God exists

That we may know Him




‘Beautiful mornings’

Beautiful mornings begin like this..
When the sun greets you unexpectedly and the early birds begin to sing just as you’re about to unveil your eyes to the world again
A glimpse into the sky
Instantly, the sunrise becomes your best friend
That turned up at the wrong time, but also the right time..
The warm morning air comforts you,
A reminder of God’s presence and that His spirit is there and everywhere
It’s beautiful mornings just like this,
When I realise how much I still miss you
For the dew on the green grass retells me of how you are still dangerously part of me
Distant day break clouds remind me how fragments of my shattered heart still remain with you
And no matter how hard I seem to try I cease to forget you
It’s as if you flow in my blood like a permanent virus I can’t get rid of you
There’s something about morning…that overcomes me with nostalgia for our times together
For, your free spirited persona caused me to desire you
When we were young;
You know, it’s only now that I realise how… that is all we were.
Love; a common word in my vocabulary, but failed to match up to what was illustrated in the Bible or the dictionary
I failed to comprehend what was real as opposed to imaginary
So, whatever it was…
Beautiful mornings will always be there to remind me,

And allow me to conjure up ideas and theories to justify my attraction you
This morning..
Sitting on a cold hard cabinet staring through the same old laced curtains I used to when we’d speak on the phone
The curtain is consistent
The sky remains the same
But you and I, both changed
We grew up and let go,
As life requires us to
But what you neglect to say goodbye to last night

Will almost certainly greet you every tomorrow

Good morning


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