In the intrest of love


I was awaked by love,

But with me, ghosts rose too.

Fears of lusts awakened long before I could articulate why they were wrong

In my pseudo virgin state, I was afloat, threatening to sink me, I felt stuck

But of a truth, He keeps his own, afloat

He got me to the alter

Fears gone.

I was awakened by love,

But with me, smells rose too

Faces long etched in my brain before I could find a place to belong

In my psuedo adult state, the lost infant, I had to trust a Father’s love.

That in His truth He keeps His own afloat,

Chases the ghosts away,

Mind freed

In the interest of love, life awakened,

And with it, hope arose too.

Pictures of You


With you I am a poet, author, artist,
Regardless of who sees what I pen out or
Sketch to paper or who hears what I whisper to the wind…
Without you, I’m a writer with writer’s block.

Words lose their magic, my love for poetry dies,
My imagination fades, I cease to
Enjoy turning pages to enjoy others’ art.
I am unable to create pieces of art that

Leave me inspired, wondering how
That happened, where the words came from or
Where pictures came from or where the simplest of flowers took its form.
Unable to enjoy the company of your creation,

I die and wither like a beautiful rose
Deserted in a desert of my choosing. Unless
I can enjoy the rays of your Son
And draw or paint pictures of you, I am no artist

Written 11/01/2014- 12/01/2014 (about midnight)