The 12 Apostles

What if they existed now and see what I see?

What would they do?

What would they say?

Would they be nearer or further away?

Would they preach or stay silent,

knowing what they know?

Would they be still or have seeds to sow?

Would they cast their net wide?

Or would they only pray?

Would they be ridiculed as madmen, locked up and the key thrown away?

Would they speak to me, console me and tell me everything will be ok?

I weep as I wonder,

But, this is not lack of faith,

It's the state of the world and feeling unsafe,

I wish I could speak to Saint's Peter and Paul,

But, then again I pray to my Lord everyday,

And He here's my prayers, He hears what I say,

He listens intently and feels what I feel,

He knows me completely,

And knows how to heal,

My soul and body when they reunite,

But, whilst I'm here I'll always fight,

The battle of questioning that the devil ensues,

And stick to the humble path of The Good News!

Never

Never limit yourself,

Never put yourself in a box,

Never let another manipulate you to there way of thinking or doing,

Never be stifled,

Break the mould, bust out if it,

Extend yourself and lend a hand of freedom!

Time?

Time is no object,

It's no restriction,

Never restrict yourself,

Never hold back,

Be a sayer and a doer, don't be cheap,

Never say can't, say I'll do my best, 

Allow people to say what they want,

They will sneer and geer and ridicule,

It doesn't matter,

Get back on your horse,

Time and time again,

Be humble, but bend for nobody,

Be kind, but not a fool,

Be generous, but don't be used.

I'll back up, but I won't crack up,

Those who attempted to destroy me failed forever,

You can't destroy me,

You got to destroy my soul and that's not happening,

I'm here and here I'll remain,

Like a beautiful aroma that lingers,

Forget me?

Nobody is forgotten,

Not in my eyes,

Not in God's eyes,

Get negativity away from me and believe, 

Have faith, be strong, be calm.

Never back down,

Agree by all means,

But stand firm,

Stand by your principles,

A year older, a year stronger,

To all those who think they made me?

I made myself,

God made me,

Life made me,

To those who think they know me and make assumptions?

I'm a lone warrior,

A man of iron, diamond, forged out of rock and steel,

armour plated!

I feel, but I'm bullet proof,

It's called encouragement, not arrogance,

It's knowing yourself and saying that's me,

It's loving who you are and saying I'm good, I'm great,

Never doubt goodness,

Fore goodness is the Light,

The Light is Way,

The Light is the Truth.

Zip it

I zip my jacket up

And Head out

I'm ready to break some balls...

On the count of three

You mess with me?

I won't lift a finger,

I've got bigger plans,

And higher strength,

Higher power!

Who's got your back?

I know who's got mine,

The invisible one,

The one who sees everything

And everyone,

Every action and every word,

So be careful of what you say and do,

As it comes back to lift or break,

Like an elevator or a rake, to take away or give for Heaven's sake!

I zip it up,

My foot lands with the beat,

I don't cheat, I'm no liar,

I enquire and I require trust and not a rusty key to my heart, I break that key when I see the truth in you, 

You are no good for me,

So I elevate myself again,

To a higher plain,

A spiritual plain,

A greater plain...

Because I've got so much to gain!

There's no stain on me,

Don't judge by looking,

What I'm eating or cooking,

How I might seem,

I'm seamless, I'm boundless,

I go on and on, I break the mould and box,

I'm cunning like a Fox,

And wise as an Owl,

I'm well read and I'm aware,

I'm ready when I step out of bed,

Groggy head, but my spirit is prepared,

Speak out of terms?

Zip it shut,

You'll be cut into ribbons,

When you throw your butt on the ground,

Caught unawares, when you least expect it,

Yes, life is hectic,

Life is tough,

You'll be caught with your trousers down and in the buff,

Looking rough...

That's why I'm always zipped,

I'm tough,

You don't know me,

That's my mantra,

That's my way,

On your bike and on the high way,

My route is route 77,

Straight to Heaven,

Where are you headed?!

I'm alone

I'm alone, 

With my thoughts,

With my imagination,

With my ideas and endeavours, and gifts.

But, I'm never alone,

The Magnificent One is with me, tending to me, helping me, steering me, guiding me along the right way, whether it be my brush or my pen, or my hopes and my choices, He is there and I am on His shoulders, sitting and thinking, and at all times safe.

His Angels battle as I battle,

Holding back those demons,

As the soul shows on the paper, one shows who they are through creativity,

Imagination is Good when it flows with the Spirit,

Imagination is angelic when it casts out the demons and cleanses the soul. 

What is genius?

An idea from a mind to help many minds,

Creativity and creation are genius,

A vibrating frequency which heals, 

And is sealed in history.

It's a pity how the helping hand is always hidden,

And the destroyers are always revealed and elevated,

But, the people will always see through lies and secrets,

The people are strong, 

The people are smart,

The people are no one's fool.

See the truth through the pomegranate branches in the garden of Eden, 

Be mysterious and you will be perfected in peaceful paradise, 

Shaking a genius by the hand in Heaven.

The Prisoner

Her heart is stone,

Her words are wicked,

Her actions evil.

Though she is free, she is captured in her own mind, enslaved in her own heart,

A prisoner of her own mentality.

She is an owner of a bird.

The bird though in the cage sings it's own humble song,

It has hope in its heart,

And it's song is beautiful,

It's wing's have not felt the flow of wind beneath them,

But it longs to fly,

Fly a flight of freedom.

With goodness in its heart the bird would spread joy to good people if only it had a chance. 

Then one day,

She, the owner, was unmasked for all to see,

Her wicked ways were revealed, 

her deceit was no more,

Returning home in her anger she threw the cage to the ground,

wept and pulled at her hair,

Still her every breath was one of hate though she was powerless.

The small cage door had opened,

The bird unscathed hopped out grateful for it's escape,

Never a prisoner.

Within lies freedom and now at the ledge of an open window it ruffled it's feathers and flew out.

The Treasure of Life

Give,

Give yourself to others,

Your love, 

Your time,

Your attention,

Open up and embrace joy.

Give,

Let your warmth hold others,

Let your energy be to help,

Let love guide your way,

It's time to be glad,

Talk and share your good life.

The treasure that exists is within us, it's our goodness, it's our strength, it's our pleasure to help others feel strong.

The angel that protects us wants the best for us,

With calming prayer and presents they are always beside us, let's be grateful and help others in turn.

Give,

Give yourself to others,

Your love, 

Your time,

Your attention,

Open up and embrace joy.

The Edge

It's about life or death,

Give in and die or accept,

Improvise and adapt or live a short brutish life,

Overcome your surroundings, your acquaintances and enemies,

If they bring a shadow in your life, you show them the light of the Sun, 

If they bring a noose or a gun,

You give them a candle and a flame of compassion and the passion in your heart,

If they show you evil,

You show them your strength,

If death surrounds them,

You become a flower of life and show the way,

If deception prevails in their heart, stand upright and tall, and be the torch they are looking for!

Those people are blind, 

they hide under a pure facade, inside is treacherous and sinister, 

They don't know themselves.

The ones that delve deeper,

Those seekers of joy realise they live on the edge,

They find a way to live in life,

Surrounded by impure demons with the devil in them.

Don't give in to the corrupt,

Step down and allow them their pedestal,

They will fall one day,

But, the risen keep rising,

For the bread of life is also the true word and here lie the facts,

Do unto others good things as this is way,

This keeps you alive and the edge, the pit, is far away,

The colours of the Sun change daily, 

But, the word and your life remain!