why am Christian.

I mean I am weak and nothing with out Him, that am so desperate that I follow a man who should be dead, I am crazy enough to praise a God whom I can not see, I shout "I need love" to believe He rescued me. I say am Christian because deep inside I need a Father, a caregiver, a Creator. Nothing about me being a Christian makes me better than anyone but it makes me weaker than most to seek and dwell where it does not make sense.

Fruits of life

Child 

responsibility 

child 

live

dream 

dare 

child 

sprint 

joy 

jump 

child 

live live live 

child 

see God 

child 

harvest 

move 

child 

be,want,go,

far,near 

child 

seek 

wholeheartedly 

everything 

good 

child 

ask 

deep 

down 

all 

being 

child 

see God 

child 

you are 

child 

let 

enough 

reign 

riches 

child 

gold 

purple 

ring 

child 

apple 

tree 

grow. 

House Break

He lay dead 

IN HIS OWN BLOOD 

wearing his own shoes 

WHERE HE HAD BEEN 

 sipping his own coffee 

IN HIS OWN HOUSE, 

resting on the cupboard 

WHERE HE HID, 

his gun 

HE WAS SHOOT DEAD. 

next to him.

Road Princess

She shamefully, pitifully

Plods along the side-walk.

She carries all the right qualities

The society oppresses.

She wears her crown all year long

Knitted to her hair

She wears the crown ALL DAY LONG

The crown every girl forgets about.

She has her own public bunch, an alley and a box too to go.

Nothing to forget, misplace or lose in her black vague plastic hand bag.

Lucky girl

What more can a Road Princess want?

She’s consistently contemplating constitution steps to

her praise and glory that is everlasting

yesterday, today and faithfully tomorrow.

Her people bring her honor by facing away,

making fists right by the noses while…

 vigilantly keeping an eye on the changing light.

She is the skinniest of them all,

her sister prejudicious, her brother is violent,

her cousin is shameful, her mother is affordable

and her dad is dead.

She is the Road Princess.

Emotion Run Dry

I can feel them now

feel them through my veins. 

Here they come with the little power they have left.

They give it their all.                                                                                                                                                    

They will blind, break, baptize me.                                                                                                                     

They come with no expectation

but minor thoughts behind them.

And they will find me in my palace to chase my mind till insanity.                                                                                                                                    

I cannot stop the sound of their feet

from walking into my ears.

I can ignore their presences

for they are invisible, blind to my eyes.

Blind to my eyes they are

and become naked before yours.

They reveal the truth about my heart

and my integrity cries the tears of

a mad woman with the voice of a baby monster.

My tears run from my heart

down my cheeks

and drop dry like my emotions.                                                                                                                   Yes my tear got me.

Change to you

I choose what I want to be a part of me.

I don’t want to tell my life story

Because what happened does not

Excuse for what I do now.

And tomorrow I will tell my life story

Because I believe without it

I would not know what I know now.

I have a choice of what makes me.

I don’t need a favorite color

Because it will be requested for.

Some things I cannot like or dislike fore I have not come across,

Whatever it might be.

Don’t be scared to change to your mind.

Finding yourself is fun

But finding yourself in Christ

Is like finding your origin.

This Harden Heart

Let not the pain
Hurt, disappointment, judgement,
Things of the old.
Not the things that choke me
Or breath taking stop me.
Let not the road of life
Harden my heart.
Let not the marks of suffering
Harden my heart.
Let not the tribulation,
Dry tears,
Vulnerability
Harden my heart oh Lord.
Let not storm
Chariots
Brokeness and words
Harden my heart.
Let me not harden my heart.
Let not this lips harden my heart.
Let not my heart be harden.
Let not my pride
Greed
Let not my sin harden the nail.
Let not me Harden this Heart
Oh Lord.