Miracle

I am not here to tell tales Merely not a tale teller I have had  frailties that caused me fails Yet I am held in the hands of the maker Who is never counting on my inconsistencies or foolery Not even my falls Rather I am very often hand picked into glory Such that I

When I Leave

I’ll find the place The puzzle spelt There for a long time I’ll lay Till the lot from the shattered can stand And not fall, Till the lost is found or Could be birthed again. Let the hut be home So when my back arrives It’ll lay in solace For eternity. When I leave There

Find!

Find your will,consciousness, humanity, truth,Get out of the space of ignoranceBecome self determined to be not as the accepted normsThe war in place is that of the intellectIf you don’t know you can’t obtain ,you can’t winHide not behind curtains of religionsIt would not hold back from harmFind the power,your power and use it as

Beauty Of The Muse

Pick on itTo your fill this meal eatSomething so warmingIs the gift to your beings longing Nothing surpasses the beauty of ones personal muse,If one has oneIt sinks you deep into the depth of beautyOf soulfulness and mightOpens your eyes to see the extraordinary,Causes your heart a beaten beat at an endless flow of feelings