Forgiven

photo by Greg Olsen

Heart beating but I was a dead man walking

Telling tall tales but I was a silent man talking

Money slave, got on the train dust chasing

Essence lost; dead man hustling

Dancing to the sounds of death; devil whistling

Empty smiles at the pub; devil feasting

Warm bodies met naked thoughts; false loving

Tired of this living Lord!

Mad at the world; death wishing

Pride on the ground, knees bent, silence broken

The Times

photo: xposure

I treat pride like foolishness; SILENCE

I see greed as the fetus of VIOLENCE

The free world is a stage; MADNESS

Every man for himself like FRIENDLESS

Times are like sand paper call it ROUGHNESS

Encounter At The Cross

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Encounter at the Cross

How can I keep Silent

Since I was touched I've been praising God's heaven sent

Its a Good Friday, Heads bowed, knees bent

Cos of the Blood I can't be irrelevant

spin the tables ... this is my story

"I Am" is real...

Like the existence of Power

Breath in lungs...

Scramble for life every hour

Like the heat in the Fire

Invisible hydrogen in the Water

Like A Dream

photo: dawnali.com

I saw her...

Intense feeling in my gut

My soul threatened to jump out 

Without a touch I could feel the softness of her soul

I saw her...

Not riches, not silver, not gold

Not the suffering or or tears of life