This is a jam

Let’s slow down

Come, jam with me

My mind is a mess It is rush hour Thoughts multiplying at an alarming rate

Information overwhelming my brain

This is a jam

Explosive words beat my heart causing my being to quake



What now??

I have run out of excuses. Run out.    Of ideas,   I have Run out of patience.

I have lost my temper I’m walking in-a-haste, falling. INLOVE


Herbivorous lions suffering from sore throa…..

Simba is all alone with an amputated spirit

Limping on the little pride he still has

Lifting rocks, eating bugs with Timone and pumb…

The devil is not out there, the mind is the battleground.

Painting pictures of deception with the eyes of medusa…     DO NOT LOOK AT HER! refuse to accept what pictur……

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….. I am not a storyteller, I reveal truth

Do not call me a poet,

I am a prophet

Good tidings, good tidings of comfort and joy

I bring to you life in words

The spoken word in a common tongue

Open your mind and let me slide down the heart

Unwrap my words under the tree of life

And feast on God


…… the brain has been filled with fiction

Newspapers, movies, illusions

Little things move my heart, I am a victim

My mind is unstable as the waves of the sea

When the storms came and trouble raged

Like bread my heart broke

Now I am sinking but there is no Jesus

So I drowned not knowing I was waterproof


…… I am a man on a mission

An athlete with a torch

Running with the mandate from above

I am that burning desire in the hearts of men

Quenching worldly lusts and torching canal minds

With a gentle touch I caress your spirit

I am God, I am the vision

I am God, I am spirit

Hovering over the face of oblivion

I am God, I am a verb

Cultivating the earth with words of life

Let, let there be, let us, let us make…


…… the man seeks approval

The heart needs information

There is a sea of life

This is the living waters

Calling all by the sound of the waves

Men rushed in like the sands on the shore

Following one another in a chain with cups

Still, some brought buckets

I saw a man even arrive with an army of tanks

Satisfaction in his eyes as he filled his tanks

But wisdom, O wisdom!

Wisdom lays a pipeline from the sea to her home


…… we have bet our lives on the word

And letting go is not an option

Holding on tighter than we did yesterday

Clutching on to conviction and changing gears according to our increased level of belief as the seconds tick

Talk. All we do is speak the language of the master

Torque. I can see everything turning around for my good

Have a party. Let’s feast and dine

They do not understand

But we know, it has worked!

…… I am stepping out in the rain

Extending my hand for your heart

I am soaked in love, and completion beats down on me hard

I squint to see a smile and smile back at the smiling sun!

I am drenched in joy, washed in Heaven

Suddenly the world is perfect

Suddenly it’s just us

Driving off like we used to

Seeing righteousness in each other’s soul

Beholding beauty with the eyes of attraction

A perfect picture of eternity

An endless movie called timeless

Intertwined in our personal intimacy

But we became tangled up in the sands of time

Losing track of tomorrow, a lack of training on our parts

We got lost in the song and hit pause by mistake

Between us was a distance increased by the length of time

But this is more than a feeling It is more than emotions fleeting

Distance and time we have learnt to control

And now we have found ourselves at the right time to control what we left to chance

We did not find each other for another romantic date.

We came to subdue. We choose to rule

We have not come to merely hug and kiss

We are synced in dominance

In your heart is the empire you seek

In my hands are the keys to life

We have come to create.

A living, breathing beast.


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Imagine chasing heaven
The futuristic glory of your visualizations
A place named perfect
A space where everything is whiter than snow
Yet brighter than a thousand suns of hope
The ability to live after death
A Shangri-La of the afterlife
Utopia for the righteous walking dead
A series of zombies in halos dressed in splendor
The mighty king sitting on his throne
Judging the dead by their deeds alive
Imagine thinking your deeds is the answer to salvation
A child led astray by the pied piper
Living under grace, functioning in the law
The rigidity of the word to the flesh
A slave to ideologies
A teacher of religious law
Living in constant check
The pretense of a pious bishop among pawns. Check
Squaring as a knight and rebelling against his king. Check
A Pharisee. Checkmate
We missed the bus to our baptism when I was 14
Did we not fulfill all righteousness?
I missed the opportunity to witness the open heavens
To hear the pride filled voice of God concerning me
Did we break scripture?
The voice calling in the wilderness
Did we not hear him?
He came to prepare the way but we got lost
Baptized with water yet we missed him
When my brother and I arrived at the church
The bus had left for Jordan
Imagine Nicodemus
A leader without power
A teacher with no knowledge
A man in the kosmos
Imagine being born again
The impossibilities that accompany that statement
Imagine assuming you know
Yet wallow in despair
Imagine being born again
Thinking you are the body
Imagine assuming you know
An emotional establishment
Imagine being born again
Thinking yourself a sinner
Imagine assuming you know
The redundancy of your prayers
Imagine being born again
Operating from the kosmos
Imagine assuming you know
An aion inhabited by serpents
Imagine being born again
Thinking the devil is a factor
Imagine assuming you know
Giving needless attention to defeat
I pray you find my words
I hope you gain insight
Imagine thinking I am a man
I come to you as God.

she (Word) (unfinished)

The whole world playing church
Majoring in the minor
Seeing with the eyes of men
All we do is act religion (Church)

She was clingy, I was the repellent
I believed in love stories but did not like the direction this was headed
Head to toe she was average to human eyes
She was plain ordinary and would not let go
Your looks were so ordinary to the eyes
And the desperation of those attempts to entice me into your presence was real
I often catch the stolen glances thrown in my direction
But refuse to hold on to them
Those angel eyes I seek is in stark contrast
To what you hold with no sparkle in them
I marvel at your comical advances
Yet shield myself from anything aimed at me
Over and over I look you over
But what I smell under my nose is desperation
It irks me the confidence she carries
That one day we will dwell together
I get irritated at her assured calm despite seeing the
‘No Trespass Zone’
Tattooed boldly on my forehead
I visualize Rachel
But all I see parked in front of me
Is an unmovable, unshakable Leah
Exactly what do you see in me
That makes you bathe in such a relentless flow of rejection and still feel fresh?
Her shameless refusal to let go has me cursing in public
Then she said to me:
“Delight yourself in me and I will give you the desires of your heart”
I ask for an explanation to her cryptic words
She appraises me with her now soft eyes and whispers:
“Only believe”
That is the conclusion I grant myself
That is the verdict of the jury
Thinking Out Loud
She runs my mind now and I am walking around constantly thinking of her words
I fight my thoughts repeatedly but always lose to a unanimous decision
I assure myself all I want is to quench this thirst.

She is walking in the public park…..
I take a step forward then hold myself back (cont’d)

Beyond life

Emptiness. A hollow frame
Shame. A naked man
Bare. A plain canvas
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
That is the shadow of a man
And it is the ground he walks upon
Cursed is the ground because you reign
You pay each man’s wages for their work
They toil under the sun and wither away
They slave in the rain and are washed away
Some obeyed your decrees and were rewarded
Others rebelled in your kingdom and got punished
But your reward and punishment is one
In the end
Tomorrow is not promised here
And even though they fight
Even though they accept your rule
All men are accused to the ground
That is his constant
That is the only certainty of his life
You are their end
Capturing thoughts and torturing hearts
You are their beginning
Men have been programmed to love the darkness
Their minds are inked to a primeval source of information
In the beginning
Darkness was all over the face of the deep
Sin reigned and death ruled
For all had sinned
And the sting of sin is death
But as it was
Light was called from the darkness
And what was once shapeless had form
The empty became full
As it was in the garden
I sought after the other tree and took a bite from its fruit
Behold I see light
I lift up my eyes and see mountains moving
And lilies dressed in splendour along the valleys
I look to the skies and see multiple rainbows
With rays of sunlight shooting through the clouds
O what a sight to behold
O what glory!
Endless love flowing constantly like rivers of living waters
By the rivers of Babylon I lay down in green pastures
The calmness of my surroundings restores my soul
From victory unto victory
Glory to glory
For I am free.
Once I lived in the land of men
They say nobody knows tomorrow
And every word that came from our lips was controlled
Our minds were subject to death
Our hearts was a den of emotions
In the land of men the flesh rules
I once lived in the land of men
Here we speak what we see
And we are moved by what we see
We were sons of circumstances
Yielding our lives to the control of the material
In the land of men we had one language and a common speech
What if I don’t make it in life?
I’m afraid of what others would think of me
All this thinking and writing is making me stressed
I have a headache
After all we are not perfect. Sometimes we will fall.
In the land of men we exchanged our souls for dust
In the land of men the information given us was fear
Here we learned to fail.
Now I find myself in another realm
And I see transparent looking men
They look like men but their ways are different
Every word from their lips is life
In their mouths are swords
They send their words to do what they say
Their minds fixed on God
And their hearts are pregnant with the word of God
Here the spirit lives
They speak what they want to see
And it is so.
I am writing this to inform you that I have found my home.
In the kingdom of God, Christ is our salvation
And all things are possible
All we do is believe and speak.
We all carry the kingdom in our hearts
Open your hearts and see
Fear not, only believe.

+-, ++

Who do you love?

is it that guy always happy

you look at her and feel extremely lucky

Life bright with affection, extremely sunny

cannot wait to see his face, acting perky

the center of your world, capital city

the foundation of your life, strong and sturdy

your personal brand of heroin, a drug junkie

a true Hollywood beauty, Angelina Jolie

in short he’s the one, Jet Li

time spent together moves too quickly

doesn’t get better than this, heavenly

moving too fast, furiously

summertime over, weather cloudy

winter is coming, Catelyn Tully

growing slightly apart, paths diverging

he’s trying too hard, getting clumsy

her responses are a beat late, dilly dallying

the center cannot hold, tsunami

things fall apart, Chinua Achebe

all feelings become numb eventually

you look at her and all you see is plain ordinary

you talk to him and find nothing extraordinary

now ask yourself

who do you love?


I had a dream I was in heaven. Took it as a sign from God that I am touched.
Suddenly I wake up to the heat of this world. Hell, I’m back to reality.
Basqiuat painting the Mona Lisa, I’m Stephen King writing a Ludlum novel.
When dream meets reality and reality is a contradiction. What becomes of the dream?
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want.
The Lord is my rock and my foundation whom should I fear?
And yet I fear it all.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear all evil.
I fear life, death, success, failure, riches, poverty, love, hate….
I fear it all.
So what happens when dream meets reality and reality is fear?
Do you keep on dreaming or wake up and accept what you see?
Who is your god and what drives you on?
Who do you talk to when you pray?
Why go down on your knees to pray when you know you can’t speak right?
The Lord is my shepherd
Words I speak; songs I sing.
Just words with no strings attached.
My shoulders are slumped from the weight of my yoke.
Life is burdensome. Life is heavy.
I’m tired and in need of rest so I stop on the way to sleep on my problems.
I wake up alive with fear, clothed in anger.
Angry at all, and yet anxious for everything.
Moved by what I see, yet everything is negative.
Life is shrouded under a cloud of fear, raining worry and pessimism each day.
Da Vinci trapped in a Picasso
I’m Herod the great teaching the gospel.
My potential rendered impotent
She told me I was different, a king destined to rule.
I believed and put my trust in her words.
Sleeping at night, he came to steal this dream, to kill her and destroy my home.
I wake up to find my mother gone; her words follow her to the grave.
Now I sit on a throne of self-pity with no subjects to rule.
I sit on a throne of self-pity, wearing a crown of worry and constantly drinking doubt from my golden chalice.
I used to dream I was in heaven, now I have vivid nightmares in the belly of the beast.
Nightmares that have become reality.
Nightmares that do not go away.
So I pray to God to show his face.
I pray to God to show his face.


I sought after the shape of life to no avail.
I find a house in the desert.
Thirsty. I knock to find the place deserted.
Round and round we go. Driving in circles.
Walking in straight lines.
All around, relationships are springing up like wells.
Her life is a constant drought.
Our fountain of youth is running out.
Winter of life sniffs around. Trying to find an opening.
Windows is shutting down, doors locked tight.
Everything is without form and void.
Loneliness moves over the face of darkness.
On your mark! Light is near.
No. Scratch that.
Apologies for almost veering wide of the mark.
This is not the creation story
Where I end with how man disobeyed and took a bite from an apple.
Life is slowly passing her by, faith becometh impatience.
Touch. I remember touch.
Pictures came with touch.
A girl looking for love. Tell me what you see.
Kiss. Suddenly alive. A physical delight.
The world is based on physicality with love a great lie.
Come. Enjoy food and feed your flesh.
The way and the truth.
Alas. The light has finally arrived.
<<<<< let’s rewind.
On your mark! Light is near.
Now scratch scratch that.
Let there be light!
Touch. Tell me what you see.
Lust is the way and the truth.
The light shining in her world cannot be dimmed.
A creature of contact to satisfy your soul.