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Heaven, oh Heaven

Heaven, Oh Heaven,
How we, slaves to sin, saw your graceful feet move along the Earth.
You were and still are the light in the darkness,
the tree in the desert,
the Heaven in our hell.
Yet we being slaves to sin, we see the hell and not the heaven within your creation.
We refuse to accept that an immortal being created this world with His very hands.
We refuse to believe in You and to obey Your ways,
Instead we create our own ideas and systems,
that are destined for justice to be fulfilled.
However, these systems create chaos,
if order is not pursued.

You see, these ideas and systems always have flaws,
for they are man made, and man is imperfect.
Although, many criminals are put behind bars,
many still walk free, covering up their tracks.
They are like wildlife, where predators seek their prey,
They devour their victims, acting like vultures to the evidence left behind,
so that justice will not see another day.

Sadly these vultures come in different sizes, different shapes and different uniforms.
Some of them used to be the ones who walked with Justice,
But now they have turned their backs on it, and befriended it’s arch-enemy – crime.
Yet, these vultures walk free, because they covered up their tracks,
and used their uniforms as a disguise, for the villain that lies inside of them.

Heaven, oh Heaven,
Let your mercy and grace be upon us.
Bring Justice and order back to this world.
Be the Heaven in our hell.


Just my thoughts

Stop selling your self,
leave your past on the shelf.
Don’t let what happened to you,
get the better of you.
Walk away from who you used to be,
embrace the new you and be free.

Leave black behind you and embrace white,
cause you’ll find red in the purest of white.
For love is the key to unlocking joy,
So leave black behind before you destroy,
The white, the red in you that people enjoy.

Who will step up to be a king?

A poem I made for you kings :)
A poem I made for you kings 🙂

Queen, wait for your king

My poetry written today…

Queen, wait for your king
Queen, wait for your king

Inner man

I dislike you for what you’ve done, for although you thought it was fun,you hurt a lot of people. You ruined lives, and created fear in us, and now you’re angry as people discuss, what you did to those girls, as you destroyed apart of their world, of happiness, of joy, for you treated them as a toy.

You played your best cards, to win their hearts, You chose your victims from the very start. Now, I’m not you, i don’t know what was going on in your mind, but actions speak louder than words, so I know I’m not blind. For when I rewind, back to the day I first met you, You acted like a normal guy so I had no clue, of the true you.

It makes me sick to think about the things that I know, of how you touched those girls, to get down below. The fear that must of beaten in their hearts, For didn’t you know that this is just the start, of them having to rebuild their inner man, From your actions that originated from a plan, to intimidate girls to have sex with you, How does it feel to see the past catching up with you.

YES, I don’t like you for what you’ve done But this is God’s battle to be won! For I know that He has a plan for you, You’ll go through hardships but He’ll see you through. Yes you’ve done bad, but haven’t we all? I just hope and pray you don’t reject God’s call. He will shape and mold you into a great man, That you won’t recognise yourself, for you’ll be greater than, the man you visioned yourself to be, before you knew that through Christ you can be free. From the devil, from sin, for with Christ you will win, every trial that comes your way, hold on boy, for tomorrow will be a brighter day.

You can not hide

You thought you covered your footsteps so well,
until someone had the confidence to tell you,
the truth, the reality, that changed your mentality,
from the bubble that you created to block out guilt,
from the actions that you committed and the fear that you built,
in your victims.

You thought you were free from the past,
but now we know who you are, it’s like your an outcast.
For we know the true identity of your heart,
And boy I know this is where we depart.
For I shall not, I will not be your next victim,
For there is a Voice within me,
that told me to avoid you,
because your dangerous and that’s the truth.

So boy, don’t think you can get away with what you’ve done,
For their is a God who sees all and knows all,
and the battle is His to be won.

I’m like you now, I’m hiding

I’m like you now, I’m hiding,
hiding from the mistakes that I made,
but I know one day I’ll have to come out of the shade,
and deal with the mistakes that I made.
For I did it, I said it and I shouldn’t had,
But I did and I know the consequences maybe bad.
There is no one else to blame but me,
But I’m looking forward to the day that I’ll be free, to truly be me.

I’m sorry for what I said, but I can’t change the past,
but know that I’m dealing with my problem at last.
The problem of me not being wise in certain situations,
so that I avoid certain complications.

I feel stupid looking back at the circumstance,
but there is nothing that can be done to give me a chance,
to resolve this situation, to change the past,
all I can do is pray and fast.

The effect of mistakes

You see sometimes honesty is not the best policy,
a flip of a famous cliche, but one that can help in reality.
For if we refuse to be wise, things can end tragically.
We can lose friends and even family,
and this stage of our life won’t end happily.
If we expose some truth that we’re not supposed to,
it will come back and bite you.
For I said too much and can’t take it back,
I’m stuck with my mistakes, like paper and blu tack.


I ask myself am I a good friend again and again,
whether the friendships that I have are in vain.
As I refuse to use wisdom in certain situations,
I feel I have to shut off all communications.
To protect those that I love, that trust in me,
So I can keep my mouth shut to set them free, from me.

I know we all make mistakes but I am tired of mine,
I can’t erase the past or go back in time.
I’d rather be someone that no one knew,
a wish that I know will never come true.
Don’t trust me because I don’t trust myself,
I’m leaving all that I know on the shelf.
Whatever is to come out of my mistakes,
I’d rather face it than create an earthquake,
Because I was stupid and told some truth,
For I don’t want my mistakes to be the proof,
of why no one should trust me, for I don’t trust myself!

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