love song for God my creator

In my darker moments

it times of anxiety and despair

In my loneliness

exhausted anguish

My God remembers me

if He does with the birds

that land in the trees

So He does

He does with me

In the nights that get to quiet

when my soul cries for steadiness


My spirit reaches

the deep to the deep

Trust me

with your time

your gifts

your loves

your hopes dreams or just wish

the authorities

and darkness of this world

can never hold my kind of free

I sit in the hands of my creator

who has never forgotten me

The angers stirring their own kinds of war

shall not phase me

I take no part in Babylons whore

For I know who has made me

what He’s given me

and how He’s saved me

The chess pieces playing their turns

beckon for my hand

both sides revealing in part

while each player hides their own monsters

all players darkened in their hearts

shells of people

inhabited by what they’ve sold out for

Redefining their own creations

and natural rules about life

calling love and tolerance

what I call confusions and strife

distracting with talks about self made stars

and feelings and pseudo realities

Like I should be impressed..

But I’m a woman

human created by God

I’m no part of the game anymore

Resettling ,breathing in

My peace

My free

I trust my creator

with me

“do not fear what they fear, nor be in dread.”-Isaiah 8:12

Let your gentle spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near.Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things. The things you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you.”-Phillipians 4:5-9




Some thoughts

I don’t ask questions about God
to people who blame Him

and I don’t ask questions about life

to people who take life for granted

I just try to emanate , to radiate
and somehow remind us to appreciate

there’s much to be angry about

yet too many angry people

martyrs for their own causes

both the God honoring and the godless

love to nail themselves down
love to point and scream

and hear their sounds

no thoughts are original

especially in today’s days

you look back far enough
everyone is plagiarizing
today’s philosopher’s
never looked up their forefathers

and we all see through today’s lens
and nothing else matters except today’s pretends

and so I don’t take

answers from people who don’t understand questions
and who have nothing but their own anger
to distribute to this generation

this generation with nothing but void to fill
this generation looking for anything
anything to give it will

and pushing the schism
and making us a “them”

I don’t ask questions about life
to those who take life for granted
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I breathe in deep
still detoxing and thats the highest high I can get

a deeper breathe

all that oxygen in life

and its kind of scary sometimes

being nothing but alive
when you can hear your thoughts

and feel your feelings and there is nothing to numb that sensitivity
I sit and rock and tears at their own dicretion come to my eyes
and I pray and like when I was a kid

I know God hears me and He isn’t expecting me to be strong

or perfect and He knows I’ve been using crutches
and now He guides me to walk again
like a baby colt
or a butterfly beating at it’s cocoon

thats what we do
wrapping our blankets around us
till we don’t feel the smother
and it’s scary sometimes
when we start tearing out

and see all that light
with no filters


or sedatives
to put on masks or hide tears

and being alone
without or stuff

is the vulnerable kind of fears

and knowing God sees you

and you cant pretend He doesn’t
and feeling the wholeness
feeling it fully

and wondering how
how it is

then understanding its life

as it’s giver would have it


Peace of Mind

When I was wondering in some jungle of my musings

and how am I gonna how am I gonna

navigate this thing
seeing as all the converging on their verge

hearing the past and seeing the future
but living the present in their gnashing of teeth

trying to think and make them understand in their hatred of my belief

and I just whispered
I just whispered in my spirit

oh God
Oh God
See it isn’t dogma

nor institutions

or pride and corruptions

of the afraid and of the vain

Oh God

Oh God

and His name

and I rest and I have peace

and I’m alive and none can take it from me
and my center in the center of the storm

where I’m covered and known

Oh God
Oh God

You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you. Isaiah 26:3

 Don’t be anxious about things; instead, pray. Pray about everything. He longs to hear your requests, so talk to God about your needs and be thankful for what has come. And know that the peace of God (a peace that is beyond any and all of our human understanding) will stand watch over your hearts and minds in Jesus Phillipians 4:6-7

And to all the beasts of the earth and all the birds in the sky and all the creatures that move along the ground–everything that has the breath of life in it–I give every green plant for food.”Genesis 1:30

For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse. (Romans 1:20)

The Last

The Last Christian in America

I took a trip across the land of the free

in it’s last days 
I wanted to find something to remember
and be grateful to have been here
where we were so blessed

yet forgot to be thankful

I took a trip across to the land
to meet some people who could tell me
what my entertainers wouldn’t

when they were speaking for progress

and how we could do better
I went to find the immigrants 
who risked their lives for something better
I went to find the worshippers

who couldn’t have Bibles in China

I looked for the Jews whose children escaped 
I met the Amish on their land
I met the natives who we owe more than life

Now we have more in common don’t we
than we ever knew we did

and maybe we can understand now

in languages undefined
that we have all come from the earth
and dust to dust we return
I close my eyes and pray we have learned
we have understood and we have grown

but across the land and all of her memories

who seen it all and holds the blood and tears

the freedoms and fears
she grows tired of the anguish and tension 
and now like in the ancient days

when we have to be silent
by forgetfulness or by force

the stones cry out
and the foundations shake

and she calls out for her lover
for the bride who is ready but choked in the pain

by the evil, the diseased and the insane
the prideful man of sin gets his day

but we the created calls out for the last play

took a trip across of the land of the free

what we understood 

and what we believed

all the veils are uncovered now
and the center is gone
in the crisis of identity

don’t know who we are 

or where we stand 

unless someone gives a title 
makes that plaque

so alive in the last days of the land of the free

if you don’t understand 
or it sounds insane
I just want something to remember
help me remember 

and thank God for what I never did before

in the days before the fall

when the rocks have to cry out
when the rocks have to cry out.


As he was now drawing near, at the descent of the Mount of Olives, the whole multitude of the disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works that they had seen, saying, “Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!” And some of the Pharisees in the multitude said to him, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples.” He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out.” (Luke 19:37-40 )

When the earth and all its people quake, it is I who hold its pillars firm.”  Psalm 75:3

From upcoming: Letters From the End of the Age

Southern Woman Prayer

Fires in the south
felt that dark and felt that sad

felt the void and the holding ache
prayed the prayers for the Lord to take

looked up and saw the falling veil
better know where you stand these days
and way down south here

nothings ever really changed
some of us been saying this for years

just no one cared

because we are way down here

well if weird things happen

its gonna happen in the fire and rain

Georgia thunderstorms

and valley’s of the pain
where in the red dirt remembers
some how I’m blessed to remember you

something in a southern song is I’m singing to you

simple as it is, its crazy and simple things

looking at southern lightning seeing what it brings

yesterday southern woman prayed for you

because she looked up and saw the veil

and felt the pain

felt the sad and felt the Cain
prayed that thing out 
It was placed on her by God
pray for them that dont understand
pray for them that

just cant

had to get her mind on straight

standing on her own two feet again
standing when maybe you cant
praying the way, a southern woman does

cant help it 

its in the red dirt mud

its in her spirit

its in her blood



Who Told You..

Two Spirits came to this place

Two reasons came to this space

Two visions and reasons

one of independence and one of treason

already started in the ancient

already done in the the Heavens

not yet fulfilled

schools of thought and progress

moving forward to digress

reprobates and degenerates

chasing the heels of free
in the mind and in the soul
the mirrors reflect the heavens

the mirrors reflect the spirit

one world under one Son
or one world under the gun
of the image of desolation

its already won

the war is not ours

but the emotions run rampant
the ghost dances

the pep rallies in our temples

the professions of the wishes

saying it wont happen here

the reactions of faith
and the reactions of fear

the war for peace games

that they played on us
Two spirits came to this place

and the lines got blurred

just like Lucifer always says

Did God really say

Did God really say

and now you dont know whats real

and so you lie cheat and steal…

at the least to yourself

and good intentions lead you to hell
good intentions pave your way

Who told you you were naked?

who told you you were free?

who told you you were naked?

and put that guilt on you and me?

who told you…
nothing is new its all been done

two spirits came to this place

and the war isn’t ours
and its already won

in the ancient

in the Heavens

and soon He comes…

Who told you you were naked
when you caught hold of the truth

who told you you were naked
once you knew who made you
who told you you were naked

when you realized the lie

when you looked outside the lines
and still reconciled with the creator of life
who told you you were naked?
and taught you doubt?

the innocence of remembrance

like children to a parent
two kingdoms came to this place
like everywhere, like always
in the end only one will remain…