Escape with me...
To another place in imagery..
Where its only descriptions which tell what I think
A place where creative and writing link

Monday, 6 June 2011

A Harmony of Atonement

I enter this dimension where nothing matters.
Glass of the windows of worry and pain silently shatters.
The racing heart of troubled soul slows,
and the sensitive spirit once again glows
outshining the foggy mist that leaves life as something unknown.
Suffocating the resonance of a deathly tone.
And although this feeling is only for the moment, 
I know that when life tries to break me again, your arms will be my atonement.
For I breathe for that world that takes this world's place.
The one where only peaces harmonizes
When i'm in your embrace. 
 



 

Thursday, 2 June 2011

ALMOST.. Saved

Another great poem by another greatly anointed poet. This performance by Ezekiel Azonwu was just ... It had me speechless to be honest.





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Music

I always tell people that i love all types of music. My iTunes consists of many many different genres of music. I know that there are tons of people out there who fit into this same category. Although it may seem all good and well that you have a diverse taste in music, and that your interest are open; Not all music is good for you. Even as i sit here now with thousands of songs from many different types of musicians, the conviction is in my heart that my spirit is gaining nothing from the worlds of a secular mindset. Yes, i may attempt to justify my music selection by saying " i have gospel songs as well" as many of you who are Christians probably do . But ask yourself, what good is it doing to your soul, having two different sets of music playing in your ears that clash? While you have Dietrick Haddon, Yolanda Adams, and Tye Tribbet uplifting your spirit, glorifying God with you. You have Beyonce, Jay-Z, and Lady Gaga undoing all that spiritual medicine. Making you spiritually unwell, arousing your spirit to become lukewarm and you thinking it is ok.

As soothing and captivating certain songs can be, God's love does and is so much more. This isn't a dig at others or myself, but it is more a word of encouragement, and an eye opener. To all of us Kingdom Children. Being a Christian in this world will never be easy, but Christ never gave up. Even when he was on that cross, being beaten, spat on, ridiculed and laughed at he remained strong and dignified in God's love and strength. Why? Because his crucifixion was a part of God's plan and as one who loved God he accepted God's will. What is God's will for your own life? Don't let the world frighten you into not achieving what God has purposed for you today.Romans 12:2 says "Don't copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will know God's will for you which is pleasing and perfect." (New Living Translation). 

Do not succumb to the secular pressure that fights us everyday. Remain rooted in the word. Jesus Christ's blood being shed was not in vain, neither is your reason for your existence and neither is God's love! So don't pervert it to make it seem that it was. Give all to God, not half. Be hot for Him not in between. Be straight with God and do not play him like a fool, because you will be the fool in the end. I know this started out as a word about the effects of music so let me just end it with that. I was moved to write this by poet Jose Palos' performance of his poem "Music". I don't really need to say anything else. This video says it all. x

"I hope I have officially blown your high"

So I have been checking out p4cm.com (Passion for Christ Ministries) for extra motivation in writing Christian poetry, and this poem, as well as a few more I will post, had me clicking away. Jackie Hill broke down what it really means to smoke weed. She definitely blew me away. 

Thursday, 26 May 2011

CAMDEN

My Babies ♥

Someone buy these cuties for me =]


Friday, 6 May 2011

Saved By Grace

I am lost; trapped in a place not designed for me
My ankles are weighted to the grazing ground yet my arms hang loosely
so although its as if i cant run
my hands can still lift up to praise my number one
but i let the now hold me back
i allow myself to falter and tremble and succumb to this attack
i allow myself to cry helplessly
as the enemy laughs recklessly
at the havoc created
and my inability to erase it
I avert my eyes instead of trying to face it
That Jesus Christ is my Saviour,
and despite unrighteous, disobedient behavior
I am a recipient of an undying love
something so rare its beyond the simple human intellect
An amazing grace that brings you to tears when you reflect
as i'm doing now, on how God wins all battles
leaving the enemies shook up like baby rattles
forcing them to slither back to their darkened pit
I owe God my life. Yes father i admit!
As my eyes water and my voice shakes i lift up my arms to receive my grace
i open my heart to restore my Kings place
and i exhale at the sound of
"yes child, with me you are safe"