Poem Edition "All original works"

The Cost of the Cross-of Christ

Being in eminence sorrow blood drips trickling around.

To think all this started in the Garden of Eden.

Now pleading for the lord to free him.

After the arrest he was brought before the Sanhedrin.

Stuck straight in face.

Only to stand in our place.

Angles stand battle ready but how can He choose. 

To stand in our shoes.

Now seeing the whips.

The ones with leather strips.

Each tears in to the skin.

Only to take on our sin.

Oozing out blood.

To bring fourth tears which resemble a flood.

Now praying on the ground.

For the second round.

The soldiers rashly ripped the robe off.

Along with the scabs.

As He walks waiting willfully for the Father.

Seeking others before Himself. 

As He lays there fighting not willing to quit.

The legionnaire pounds three nails.

Two hands and the feet just tight enough that He can’t breathe.

Imagine the blood.

Imagine the mess. 

With the nails in the smashed flesh.

The cross is raised up only for Him to rise up.

Excruciating pain in every nerve ending.

Out casted by the Father struck the heart.

Now Knobbing, throbbing the muscles give way.

The spirit is strong but the flesh is weak. 

But finding the strength to say.

“Father forgive them, they know not who they’re killing. 

Please don’t hold his charge here against them.”

Looking down at terror stricken mother listen.

“Looking up yells Father into thy hands I commit my spirit.”

Temporary Residents

This is the only hell I will know

For most here is the only heaven they will be shown

Why would I boast, no just make most

For He made the coast, stars, planets

Making all things new in due time

Foreknew all, Knows all 

Shows the full embodiment of Grace and Truth

Stand battle ready, who needs a sword, armies, when God is ever-present

Gates of hell cannot prosper

The enemy hides behind a gate, for his fate is sealed

Gates are defensive weapons, not offensive

To see death on the way, how much hate is in the heart to not say,

Climb that soapbox and speak life

Push, crawl, press onward, and endure

One day, the days will be over

It will seem like a faint dream

Fading away as a forgotten memory

But what is done for Love will last, and be remembered by Love

God is Love, what is not done for God is not in Love

Stand firm when the knees quake, the earth sakes 

The final day is ever near

Do not, do not fear, for God “Love” cast out fear

Those of us who are kingdom warriors 

Already the walls fell, For God is there, the one who was, is and is to come

War is already won.

Roll the Dice

Every moment is passing by

just left here why

filled with mixed emotions 

how to explain this void less notion

the risk of real reality is sinking in

the longevity of life is loosened everyday

yolo is only a myth yolf

you only live forever

highway to hell 

or stair way to heaven 

dont gamble that life away

realize that die can give you a chance 

follow the narrow road and die

to your self

fill the void-less notion and live with true emotion

Little Rant

Ranting On and on

Day by day

Life is wasting away

many will say 

just do it 

enjoy the moment

know He died for atonement 

not for enjoyment

He forgives, yes

many will say 

lord lord

I accepted Jesus

looking back he was not with us

follow for the sake of tomorrow 

day by day 

reap what is sown 

in the end all will be shown

peer pressure can not measure 

the extreme pleasure of 

loving one another

as sister and brother

day by day

now what will you say?

Weekend Performers 

What if Church attenders were more than pretenders?

Wearing a suit and tie while I got brethren willing to go die

Leaving service feeling just a little nervous

Enough to feel sad, but not sick to you’re stomach

So go fine dine, fill that stomach

Maybe someone will force feed you but not forcefully

Willingly, appearances is all that matters, as long as it Looks good

Is that why you go to church, to appear good

To get that fill of the weekend pill

Good for you, actor how will that factor 

When the show is over and the curtains fall

Lets get fired up, Open the Bible up

Dreamer

I am in a dream or am having a dream

In this dream there is a tree

Just waiting to be free, dried, wallowing, weak critical, fragile

The rain came down, not one drop of grace is refrained 

Life dwelling up the wallowing leaves blossom 

Strife like a knife, weeds proceed 

Sucking life form the veins of the tree

Returning to the old, a point of concede for the weeds to proceed 

Broken branches, rotted roots, lifeless leaves

Once again rain comes, the weeds squeeze tight with all its might 

Might this be the last night all in fright?

After mourning all night morning dawns out of the wood work

Vines sprout out unlike the weeds choke life out of the tree

Vines provided support through the hurt the weeds croaking 

Now facing death, once giver of death 

Life grants final deathblow forever more 

The rain brought a new

Rain brings forth life, allows death to creep in but rain also proves to send providing means of support in dire needs 

For even death dies

When life provides

The Beauty of the World

Looking longing lusting lying lovers

Thinking failed attempts of satisfaction will satisfy

Downward spiral, definition... Insanity

Therefore the walking wallowing world is truly insane

Who is to blame what cause when to begin

Fruit, falling into the hands into the mouths of Adam and Eve but in reality first into eve then into adam

Like Lighting falling down from heaven

Pride plummeting plotting pondering, fallen and forsaken 

Dead men acting alive killing themselves

Eyes see the beauty of the world

Eyes twist the beauty distorting an abstract world 

Is it the women for what they are wearing or lack of

15 years old masking as 21 year olds.

masking up with make up

Buying clothes at the strip mall only to strip and fall

dyeing batteries when no one is around

No women to blame adam, Just porneia pictographs, click, click

Hearts-full more like hurtful to the soul

Was the lamb a waste for your namesake 

No motive, action, or longing is new under the sun

Only over above beyond the sun can newness be found

Only in the Son is there freshness we call life

Freedom is not found, but given

No, paid for not by indulgences, 

Only blameless blood 

Hands down in the mud

Blind

Find sight by the light

Radical

Lets be Emphatical about being Radical

Every knee will Bow it is not a matter of How

When, Philosophical minds proven wrong by power that should not be crossed

The blood on the Cross that we should have Crossed

He Crossed the Cross for us

No Opinion, Our Only Option 

Follow like no tomorrow into...

Eternity, in Light there will be no Fight

We live, live as Kings 

Among the King of Kings 

Hear the rings, of people sing

Hope is Here

Look what do you see
How can this be
Fallin on my knees
I can hardly breathe
End is in sight
Inside of my heart cries out
Slowly losing sight, dying out
Fight with all your might
Day and night, a contrite soul
Broken, forsaken, stricken, forgotten
New, He makes all things new
Out of the blue
Earned Not, Explanation... unexplainable Grace
Look what do you see, the King of Kings
Fallin on my knees, for Emanuel is far greater than me
I can hardly breathe, for His Love is an overflowing raging sea
End is in sight, I will soon be with the Lord
Inside of my heart cries out, for no tears flow no more, not one.

Lamp Stand

Used to be a thievin’ heathen

Blinded to my Blindness

threw out my rear view mirror 

I ain’t never going back 

Now He is my clear view

All I can see is the blinding light that gives me true sight through and through 

In and out even when I doubt 

This ride has been hijacked full auto pilot 

hostile takeover, 

left empty handed cents and all

In one sense Ive been murdered on the other hand

Breath seems foreign

Look in wonder, Awe inspiring inspiration

Same God who spread the Red Sea, and did much more miracles than theses

Same God who spread His arms, Taking the punishment due to the accusers 

Continually staying the same

Creating but never Changing

Age to Age God is there, here, in the now

Entering into time, Wearing in the living flesh the Armor of God ;is God

Killed due to fear of rebellion

in result creating a revolution lasting 2000s now

Forever, not Forsaken 

Look at the cracks of the vase of life

The cracks allow the light to shine through

Went form Broken Useless Vase 

To Lamp of the True Light 

On The Light Do I Stand

Firm Faith Full To the Brim

Initiation Fees

In the beginning,…… God created the heavens and the earth.

Initiated time, heaven earth…all are the master piece of the Master

The stage set, the lights were on, all was set in to motion by Divine Notion

So God created man in his own image,

in the image of God he created him;

male and female he created them.

Knowing  the cost far ahead of time, before time was created Dei knew that Night would befall the creation,” 

Man, Woman our forefathers the first, were casted as the first actors to be part of the over arching story, but being small part of the story was not enough for Adam and Eve

The director specifically allowed for improv with the play expect in one area, He has scripted, a portion that He wished to be censored form the life. 

But They went ahead and did what was forbidden, forsaken, but it was all for known and for His Glory it will serve the purpose. 

As one Man and Woman bit, casting the bid that sin is worth separation and disfiguration of the likeness of God.

For although they knew God, they did not honor him as God or give thanks to him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened. Claiming to be wise, they became fools,

Fools, foolin in fleshly fondness, becoming feeding thieving heathens. 

A single bite launched a battle that is still being fought to this very day.

But God would not take flight on this fight. He would not let the beloved slip away.

Centuries Years, flew by, each one is only a drop in the hat,

God ignited the initiation of his Glory among men,  yet people ignored Him and wallowed in common knowledge 

Some followed, in awe. but those men are Gone with the dust of the wind

Theses men exemplified the glory amongst our folly. realizing no one not one can return or match the volley, in how much Even though we are cursed we are blessed with breath that is used to curse. 

Civilization remained dope, withdrawing and trying cope. Darkness consumes the stage and all who are on it. All were left to to grope in utter despair with lame hands cuffed with chains 

Living in a dungeon for so long it became home, yet in the darkness of the mind more was wanted and expected. 

But Hope was Near 

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.He was in the beginning with God.  All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

In the End the Word End has not meaning Birth, Life, Death…is not the end but only the beginning of what is planned, We may think we are in the final act but the play has just begun 

The Show Must go on