glory

“God”   Lain on the floor on a bed of blankets. Curtains thrown open to let in the spectacular sky. Twinkling star are you sun or man made bird? Rushing wind across my skin from a whirring plastic fan. Strip of yellow light let in from under the door. Deep bass beats in my ears … More glory

not us but YOU

  The stars move across the heavens not lain in idle oblivion, but in a dance, centuries old, glorifying you. May our hearts be as them. May our hearts not lay dormant. May they erupt in searing hot passion for you, Lord. May the shock waves of their boom shatter the walls around the hearts … More not us but YOU

to Kalima

God gave me you and left you in my heart. Ten years ago and now you’re my country Now I have to leave but you’ll always be home to me. Five Kwacha to Kalima, Chelston / Avondale Mr Conductor Great East road, drop me at UNZA, Then I ride my board all the way to … More to Kalima

You are God 

I am not afraid. I am not afraid. My heart is where you are. My home will be where you send me Forget this life. Forget this fear. You are God. I want nothing but you. I gave you my life and I’ll give it again. I’m nothing without you. I am whole with you. … More You are God 

Truth and Lies 

Truth and Lies. Truth and Lies. Oh how I am sick of lies. I KNOW the truth, stop trying to cover my eyes. I AM a child of God and that is where my identity lies. I am accepted in who I am and I am a Child of God

fairy boy

There was a boy with a world in his head, A world of magnificent wonder. There he lived all alone Or so was assumed by others.   There she stood, the Fairy Queen And looked at the King so sweetly. The boy he smiled and sat down To gaze upon them lovelies.   Never would … More fairy boy

1am Anxiety 

My heart is tossing and turning inside of me.  It rages like the monster of a deadly sea.  It calls to the distant haunting of my insecurity, Or what they call a little ‘social anxiety’.  A beast that holds me down till I can’t breathe,  And leaves me screaming in endless dreams.  For monster of … More 1am Anxiety 

What if? 

What if, I am afraid? What if, my fear is in that? My fear, is in the what if? What if?  But what if, what followed those two words never happened? What if, it was only the imaginary lifetime I paint? But, not my life. What if, I stopped listening? What if, I knew that … More What if? 

Summer has come

So maybe, things will be ok. Maybe I am not sentenced to a drifting life. The heavens are opening up and glorious sunlight washes over me. Perhaps winter really is over. I could live. I can live.  Summer has come.