The Day I Died.

I watch the blood as it gushes from my wrists.
The water around me reddens rapidly.
The cold slowly embraces me.
My body has submitted to death,
Interpreting it as Liberty,
Liberty from the heartache,
Medication to the pain,
A cure to my confusion.
My mouth can only utter: “Father accept my soul.”

As life leaves my body, questions flood my deteriorating mind.
Will I ever have that joy of worshipping Him?
Will I ever feel His touch within my soul?
Will I ever hear His sweet, captivating Word?
Will I get a chance to repent?
Will I ever reconnect with that Magnificent Power?
Will I ever float on His bubble of security?
Will I ever……………OH GOD………………………?

My last breath left my lips before I could say:
“Father forgive me.”
After death I found out that my debt was nullified.
Pity I chose death over He who conquered the grave.

My Choice, My Fate.

Sharp jabbing pains through my heart, and
My mind freezes, my senses go numb.
Those words re-echo in my ears as
My face turns pale from blood assembling in my muscles.


The bitterness in my heart has turned to sulphur.
Furiously burning from Anger and son, Hate.
In agreement they invite a more evil force.
The louder the voices echoed, the more I pounded…….
The humble, gentle voice within me begged for me to stop.


Slowly I lose strength to stand.
I collapse, head in knees, from exhaustion.
Fear grips my throat as Anger and Hate flee from my eyes.


I stare in disbelief, at my bloodied hands.
An empty stare that shouted “What have I done?!”
My choice to silence that gentle voice and
My choice to harbor Anger, feeding him to bearing Hate has killed him.
At that moment, my fate was sealed when the clouds gave way to His return.

Confessions of a playa

Taught only to deceive and derail,
Drilled in my head is the art of manipulation,
And from my lips oozes that which constantly penetrates my eardrums.
My tongue-my lasso-my tranquilizer and my armor-piercer.

My words are all in code…….. Access codes.
Granting my lustful desires admission to your pure being.

When I say: “You are constantly on my mind.” I mean………..
“I fantasize about you.”

When I say: “I love you.” I mean……………
“Please allow me to bring my fantasies into being.”

When I say:”You are the One.” I mean……………….
“Let us become one, in sex.”

My words envelope you in a bubble of fantasy,
Floating directionless on the lifeless waves of my lies,
For they are sweeter than honey, finer than oil, thicker than condensed milk
And more toxic than the bowels of an alligator.

Thank you for allowing me into your being,
For accepting my stamp of approval for sorrow and pain to linger.
I will not dare utter the one thing that will save you,
For it scorches every vocal cord used.
It consumes and uproots every foreign seed sewn into you.

My Redeemer

My life in Love is complete.
My love in Life is near perfection.
My faith in the Way is stronger than yesterday.
For He strengthens every part of my being.

His Grace saved me.
His mercy and favour, my promise.
His Faithfulness my Hope.
For He is Truth.

My lies converted in His blood.
My sharp, unruly tongue tamed at the sound of His name.
For He is Peace, yes the Prince of peace.
His Glory I live for.
His Praise never parts my lips.

Worthy is He, My Redeemer.