It’s hard to care when you constantly consume
And casually crawl to your next careless doom.
Drown the dreadful sound of death and distresses
With doing diligent duties of deadlifts and presses.
Present your body, perfect your posture,
Purposely pose and perform, what do you offer?
Over and over, overlook the overlooked
And over emphasize and obsess over our looks.
Life is lost; lifeless ,limp and not much left,
Their little limbs lie still and lose all red,
Yet I read and ritualistically refuse to realize
The reality of death, the relentless killing reeling past my eyes.
Everything feels ephemeral, even eons feel like they evaporate;
Every evil event blinds me more and expresses empathy into a concentrate
Which I don’t take;
Which I waste;
My empathetic blood over coagulates-
I’m hardened,
I’m numb,
I’m used to seeing darkness overcome,
But I’m hurting
With head hung;
Is there no way to protect the young?
Is there no way to make a change?
It feels like everything stays the same!
It feels like the west has left this plane
With no plans for right east days.
A mentality of me means we must make
Sure this sense of self is seated in a superior way.
Western ways, wave goodbye, wave your waste-
We are all walking westward without willingly changing pace!
We’re unaware of our own blazed trails,
We’re unaware of the paths we take.
We’re barely even taking a path in the first place.
We’re barely moving, barely speaking,
Barely seeing or even breathing.
I say we, but I mean me, because I know I’m barely feeling,
But conviction in spirit makes all the burying less appealing;
I’m finally folding open each eyelid one at a time,
Prying my eyes into a state that they don’t normally provide;
And I will watch the world for what it really is;
And I will watch the church for what it really is;
And I will watch the body for what it really is;
And I will watch the Christians for who they really are;
And I will watch my brothers and see who they really are;
And I will weep for what I watch and see what really is and who really are,
And how far we’ve fallen from where we say we’ve been,
When we haven’t moved in centuries past the threshold of our own doors,
Or invited others in need to come stand upon our floors.
I imagine what it would be like to believe over seas,
Brought up in darkness, poverty, plagued by disease;
I saw it said the other day,“lord let my next trial be how well can I handle money”
But they are blind to the root of many evils, the toxicity of greed.
Because getting what you can and given little is all we breed
And carve into the hearts of families, worshiping capitalistic means!
“God made capitalism” is such a funny thing to see,
It’s as if we never read an ounce of what we preach.
As if all other nations are dammed by man made decrees,
Divided on how to govern, how to create freedom, or how to eat.
These are tedious things that have no worth.
Tedious things will end up burnt;
Tedious tidy-ups and tie-ups to tuning life will leave you hurt-
It’s overwhelming being caught in the web of pseudo Christianity, pseudo faith and fruit;
Believing what they say as absolute-
At the same time I ponder the reality that my faith has doubts too,
Like how the Bible is made by man, and God’s  hands,
Yet infallible, with pure intentions and plans.
Can I accept that?
I know some of you can’t?
But then what is left that can stand?
Do we determine the character of God like west-wing prophets?
Do we trust ourselves to know God’s thoughts and process?
Pick and choose then pick and lose?
Pick a faulty step and then pick a noose?
Do I trust in you?
You who also say that they’re happy with Alligator Alcatraz?
Who laugh when families are taken from their dads?
Who cheer for pain and suffering of others?
Who don’t know even the slightest meaning to the word brother?
Or do I follow you who worships the endless pit of consumption?
The one who can’t live without getting something?
Never content because you are chasing around a doorless fence;
Worshiping the air, the particles, or even the sound of your breath.
Always hungry, always changing, never considering the emptiness.




In all of this I find comfort in two greatly forsaken ways:
Laying down my life for others,
And in my demise giving thanks.
I am thankful for my pain.
I am thankful for suffering when I do.
I would rather suffer than watching it happen to you.
My prayers recently have been along the lines of this:
“Jesus may you save those in pain and show me how I can help.
May you bring peace to all who are suffering, even though their lives are hell.
Open my eyes to see the ways that I ignore their yells,
And may you help me to love greatly, even if it hurts myself.
Thank you for my family, my son, my wife, my home.
Thank you for being here with me even when I feel alone.
Thank you for your blessings and I trust you always provide.
Even when I have nothing, I know you’re by my side.
Help me to endure what is needed to break off the heavy spells
That this world is casting day by day to make me hate myself.
I love you Lord and how your word has never let me down;
Pastors, brothers, and friends all will; in you, help me have no doubts”.

I've always been good at writing, it's true,  
With my poetry skills, you'd think I read through the whole glossary too.  
My verses celebrate God and His love for me,  
I share them with the world, letting my spirit be free.  

Though reading them out loud can feel quite tough,  
I stutter, not from nerves, but because the devil can be rough.  
He knows I speak with purpose, strong and bright,  
Yet I embrace my love for poetry, ready to ignite.  

With confidence I rise, for I have the grace,  
God stands beside me, in this sacred space.  
So back down, take a seat, as I wear my crown,  
You have no power over me; I am free, unbound.

In the quiet moments, a whisper calls,  
"Joy is not earned; it freely falls."  
We scrub and we tidy, we set the stage,  
But life’s fleeting moments slip through the cage.  

Hours spent cleaning before we can roam,  
Yet memories linger in hearts we call home.  
The dust will be there, the chores never cease,  
But outside awaits the sweet promise of peace.  

Let go of the burden, the “musts” and the “shoulds,”  
Step into the light, where laughter once stood.  
It’s okay to pause, let joy take its place,  
In the dance of the day, find your own grace.  

We often withhold from the One who knows best,  
Thinking we’re unworthy, we fail the test.  
Yet He waits with open arms, love in His heart,  
No need to be perfect, just play your part.  

Read His words softly, let prayers take flight,  
Thankfulness blossoms in the still of the night.  
Be patient, be faithful, through trials and fears,  
For blessings are coming, just wait through the years.  

So remember, dear soul, as you wander and roam,  
You don’t have to earn joy; it’s your true home.  
Embrace every moment, let laughter take hold,  
In the warmth of His promise, let your heart unfold.

Would you date or marry someone  
Who claims to love you yet won’t commit?  
Who promises to be there, then comes and goes  
As it pleases them?  
No, you wouldn’t.  

So why treat God this way?  
He offers love and forgiveness,  
Always present, steadfast and true.  
Yet you turn your back every time you sin,  
Ignoring His grace.  

You worship in church, then go home,  
Listening to music that curses,  
Promoting what is evil.  
You say you don’t hate God,  
But do you love Him enough to follow His ways?  
Is it too hard?  

You seek fun in the devil’s world,  
Then claim you’ll go to heaven,  
Just because you believe.  
That’s not how it works.  
If you willingly live in sin,  
Do you truly believe?  

Don’t be a lukewarm Christian;  
That’s the most dangerous kind.  
You grasp only half of what God desires,  
Dancing with the devil  
While feasting at God’s table.  
That’s wrong.

Every time I speak to you,  
A spark ignites, a new hue.  
The growth you've helped me find,  
Has turned my life around, redefined.  

You've shaped me into someone,  
A version younger me would have loved.
Now, when I look in the mirror,  
I see a light, a brighter endeavor.  

Inspired by my own tale,  
My story, now, I cannot fail.  
You see the best in me, always,  
And slowly, I'm becoming that, I see.  

Oh, did you think I spoke of love,  
Of someone here, of a man?  
No, silly, I hold to chastity,  
And speak of God, His love, divinity.  

Through His embrace, I've been transformed,  
His love, a fire, has reformed.  
In Him, I find my strength, my guide,  
And in His light, my spirit's fed, my pride.

What is faith?  
Complete trust, confidence in something true.  
Hebrews 11:1 tells us clear,  
“Faith is the substance of things hoped for,  
The evidence of things not seen.”

What does faith mean to me?  
I was ******* myself, seeking discipline to believe,  
But the real struggle lay in doubt,  
Believing in God, yet questioning His power.  
It seems odd, don’t you think?  
Letting emotions cloud my judgment,  
Leading me to act in ways I later regret.  

I was diagnosed with bipolar,  
Felt like my world was crumbling down,  
Unable to control the tempest within,  
It was all or nothing, feelings out of sync.  
Impulsiveness ruled my days,  
Yet now, I fight these battles with Jesus,  
And I’m winning.  

No longer do I bear the weight of labels—  
No bipolar, no depression, no anxiety to claim.  
People may say I’m delusional,  
For placing my trust in a book,  
But if that’s delusion, then let it be,  
For I stand firm in my faith in God.

Today, I refuse to let emotions win.  
I choose to put my faith in Jesus,  
Trusting Him, following His plan,  
And I promise to be obedient in all things.  
What is faith?  
It’s not merely seen to believe,  
You’ll know when you truly have it,  
For it lives deep within your heart

Do you ever find yourself annoying?  
I ponder if it's good or bad,  
I tell myself I’m unapologetically me,  
That I love being who I am.  
Yet, people point out things I can't see
My voice gets high-pitched, my energy soars,  
Even I find it annoying at times.  

God made me who I am;  
A child of God, I stand tall and proud.  
I respect everyone, near or far,  
I love with all my heart, that’s my vow.  
I don’t want to burden others with my wounds,  
Though my heart has been broken, it still beats strong,  
God healed it when He forgave my past,  
Yet still, it shatters so easily, it feels wrong.  

I've seen and felt the weight of evil,  
It crushed my spirit, so tender and small,  
But my heart, resilient, stands beyond it all.  
Why do I cry when someone asks if I’m okay?  
I told myself today was a good day.  
I’m alive and breathing, blessed by His grace,  
I know God loves me, and in Him, I find my place.  

But my flesh is greedy, always wanting more,  
Yearning for acceptance, for people to adore.  
Yet, I remind myself, I care not if they do,  
I’ll still love and respect, my heart remains true.  

I don’t struggle with sins like lust or pride,  
But gluttony and sloth, they linger inside.  
We seldom talk about these hidden fights,  
Why is it so hard to share these insights?  

People say I don’t think logically, only with my heart,  
But I try to balance both as I seek God’s part.  
Yet I feel lost
my heart and mind collide,  
Longing for His guidance, but they both seem to lie.  

Half the time, I can't trust my own body,  
It’s hard to discern what God wants from me.  
I spread His word as far as I can see,  
But the more I’m in touch, the more I seem to lose.  

There are 66 books in the Bible to read,  
Yet I haven’t finished a single one indeed.  
I read slowly, savoring each line,  
Though I love myself, I wish to refine.  

Is rushing a sin? It surely feels so,  
I’m moving too fast, losing my train of thought,  
Losing sight of what God wants me to know.  
I guess I’m not as righteous as I once believed,  
I’m sorry, Lord, for the times I’ve deceived.  

To those I’ve let down, I offer my plea,  
I know I’m not perfect, but I’m happy being me
A child of God, embracing my journey,  
With love in my heart, I continue to learn,  
In faith, I’ll find my way, with each twist and turn.

The Word of God, a sword so sharp,
Cuts through the soul, a spiritual mark.
It challenges, it stings, it wakes the mind,
A call to grow, to leave sin behind.

The Bible, my staff through life’s dark night,
Kills fleshly desires, fuels spiritual might.
It guides, it teaches, it sets me free,
A beacon of truth in life’s great sea.

But many claim, “I’m Christian too,”
Yet live in comfort, never breaking through.
They seek independence, momentary bliss,
Yet wonder why their hearts feel amiss.

The truth, though harsh, is meant to heal,
A hard pill swallowed, though it feel.
It’s not about mere morals, good deeds done,
But learning through pain, the path has begun.

Like a mother’s warning, “The stove is hot,”
We touch, despite the consequences not.
We think we’re exempt from life’s hard knocks,
Yet none are good, except for the Lord.

I follow Christ, the truth my guide,
It hurts, it challenges, yet I abide.
In love for God, I lay aside the world,
His voice my compass, my eternal pearl.

Not lukewarm, but bold and true,
I serve a God who sees me through.
Denominations may cause confusion’s maze,
But I will not let distractions sway my gaze.

The devil whispers, “Let me lead,”
But I will not yield, my faith will feed.
Through every trial, every test of faith,
I stand firm, embracing the Word’s great weight.

You may find me strange, my path obscure,
But in His light, I see the cure.
Each day I learn, grow closer still,
To Him who calls, and I must fulfill.

So be offended, if you must,
For in my words, His truth is ******.
A follower of Christ, a seeker of truth,
In Him, I find my lasting youth.

My God is the only true God.
You can’t change my mind.
I worship a God who says He’s the only way.
You can be offended or mad, and that’s okay.
But I’m just as stubborn in my faith, just like you.

I believe there’s some truth in every religion,
But half-hearted obedience is still disobedience.
Worship your god, and I’ll worship mine.
I just want to spread His word, divine.

God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit are all I need.
He is the one true way for me,
And I have no doubt.
You may feel the same about your beliefs,
And that’s fine.
I won’t stop sharing my God;
I’ll spread His word all day and night.