NY: Resurrection

The beauty, of death is

It makes life, a blessing

No regrets, not wasted

When sunrise lights faces

Every day is New Year’s day when the way you live raises new faces out of the grave.  Unborn newborn babies of soul and mind slaughtered before their time… they need more than the tears that we cry- they need co-runners to usher them to the honest confessions at the finish line, where  mama’s can smile and cry out- “There goes my baby!”  No more blocks, shadows, or stained transparency… people are dying behind these veils!

The ugly truth only becomes beautiful when we greet it; it is in secret that some of the best have slipped away from us into hell.

Life and death are two sides of the same coin- neither one is an end unto itself, but rather they are indicators of which direction you’ll be goin when you pass on and live on.  Those who have passed on have passed on the ultimate power over to us.  Their lives were signed over into our ownership when they died, and now we have contracted duality- we leave our impact with two lives.

When people see us we will be slowly etching our way into their soul- carving a mark of destiny into their memory.  But when they leave us- the deep stirring, inwardly, in their inner being will be the honey from the Heaven seed of the soul we grieve mixing in with their hesitant touch of destiny… Vividly sweet before their very eyes.

The beauty, of death is

It makes life, a blessing

No regrets, not wasted

When sunrise lights faces

Today I am a warrior.  A soldier for everything in me I’ve overlooked.  An assassin for the Lord dropping Goliaths by the handful for everything the Lord gave me that the enemy overtook.  I gave darkness and Satan, selfishness and hatred my personal permission to advise alongside God when making my decisions, but now I’m ending this delusional spiritual derision.

Not perfection, but aggression.  This shield of faith to make the earth quake in boldness as I repulse the slew of arrow flames aimed at my heart.  Focusing on instinctively not dropping my guard.

Taking up my sword to defend myself, my people, and my home, and embracing the truth: This life- this earth- is not a Eutopia… it’s a battle zone.  The Have Beens warring against the Will Be’s.  Not between humans, but between us and the former heavenlies- Lucifer and his band of exiled rebels see.

Yet we fear not, because God is on our side.  Two angels for every one demon- the numbers cannot tell a lie.

I am a warrior- we are warriors.  And the Lord Jesus is our Resurrected General, therefore the destruction that the enemy can deal is minimal because the poetry is literal- we live resurrected in General……..

The beauty, of death is

It makes life, a blessing

No regrets, not wasted

When sunrise lights faces

Welcome to New life.

#identityart #HappyNewYear


Empty Gates

When does the game end…

I’ve been forced into a force quit- a no holds barred match for life where the only way to win is death.  No breath is given without one being taken away.

Behind this smiley faced emoticon emotions are gone, and our “con”versation has become my favorite con in the making because I make you believe I am who you want me to be in the moment. You keep me remote, and I keep control.  This joystick has been replaced with pain because at the end of the day… that’s all there is.

Pain stuck in my side, as I bleed out the room…

Winking at all the pretty ladies… desperately trying not to think of them as possibilities and maybes… because my crazy is, a flagless ship- my heart bears the broken bones of reckless pirates. A soulful sire clubbed with broken iron.  Broken armor.  A woman’s touch is just enough, but still too much, I drink though my bladder’s full, I just can’t get enough…!

When.  Will the game.  End.

There is nothing beyond these eyes.  Do not be fooled by shining irises soaking up light like some universal sponge- once light enters into these retinas its life force is over and done. A blackness darker than Africa’s penumbra rules here… a puppet master of masterful vocabulary, verbally inducing his strings… you think this is the real me but it’s all an act.

There is nothing behind these eyes…

When.  Will the game.  END.


People like to challenge you out of the depths of their own shallow depth, stealing breaths, and happiness from one moment to the next… Speaking life’s antithesis, as their own greatest witness, and generously serving you a platter of their unbelief with a glass full of unforgiveness… See, these are they who have dreamed, and became so enthralled with the invisibility of the unseen scene, that they cut it.  Got heated and changed teams.   Creating various logical sequences on their ambition’s delinquency, that they’ve changed frequency, and tell you that if you air something else you’re free falling into failure…

Ohhhhh but when you know.  See, a lot of people have a burn to believe in something greater and unconditionally loving, and then when you present the gift of Jesus Christ from God Himself, they act like it’s nothing… Ohhhh but when you KNOW!!  When things are so far beyond your control, that you no longer even LOOK for the remote.  When your lack is drowning you, outside the castle in the moat… Some people whither and others grow, and the ones that grow, KNOW.  Jesus is not just a passing statement or a religious icon.  Jesus is not just a character in a movie as the Light One.  He is not a myth that groups of people have designed in order to engineer happiness… No – my friend… No…

When you’re stuck in the dark of your confusion, and the light never comes on, but your feet find their way home?  And you encounter revelation, and the negativity is gone?  That’s Him.  When “some voice” tells you to back down, cool off, take another route, double check, say hi, duck, give a dollar, give a hug… That’s Him!!!  You KNOW you’re not that nice or insightful.  You KNOW that without somebody working on your behalf alongside you that your life – no matter how bad it is – would be vastly more frightful.  You can’t dodge bullets!  Or catch them in your hand!  You’re not your own hero – YOU are not Superman.  No – my friend… No…

I’m yanking on the chain hoping the light comes on.  Racing, leaving bars of light behind me like Tron… When you KNOW, you can’t help it!!  Your gratitude – can’t shelf it!  You cease caring about others’ Jesus beliefs, because the seeds of His deeds, have proceeded into trees, and the fleas of doubt flee, and with a blink… you can see.  … Because when you know – you KNOW.  And if you don’t – then let Him show.  Ask Him, and I guarantee He will.  Because YOU specifically are written into His will.  If you will, then He will, and when He wheels – Hold on Jill.  You don’t have to roll down the hill.  Just stay there and watch, til the tocks grow still, and the ticking counts down to an explosion – for you to be healed.

Because when you know… you KNOW.

And what you know cannot be stolen.

What you know cannot be refuted.

It’s yours – hold onto it.

Then live in such a way that it inspires others to catch a clue, and seek out the truth – that God LOVES you, and Jesus was crucified, buried, then came strolling back into life – so that they can KNOW and live free too.

… Because when you know – you KNOW.


~The Wordsmith

4 Drink Minimum

You’re so intertwined in your past that you can’t unwrap your present…
Friendship is what I’ve got – not much salad, but good dressing…
But your suspicious nature is like a bad dance – yeah you keep rejecting…
So I’ll move on, keep your shoes on, what I’m offering can’t be got with a coupon…

~The Wordsmith

The Battle

This sickness that we sippin, is killin all of our children

Diseases, famine, and outrageous prices of livin

If we only live to rule the world, what kind of world are we buildin

We abstain from community, what shall the children live in

Overseas people dying at the lack of our abundance

They have faith through their despondence and will quickly do a sun dance

On our end – we’re ejecting God out of our culture

Raising a generation full of self warmth with cold shoulders

In our own land, we hate each other, and condone slavery

Better watch what you say to me, because of my insecurity

Meanwhile not far away from me, some girl’s getting pumped with STDs

Some woman is getting raped despite her mournful screams

How can we help the needy if we can’t stop being greedy?

How can we find depravity, and shut it down, if in it we are sinking?

This world is a ship that’s going down – its salt water we’re drinking…


The more we sip, the thirstier we get

Misnamed ambition, but what it is, is sin

Toxic work conditions, deadly toxins when you breath in

But you have to support your family, so you forfeit all your oxygen

America sports the clothes, spun by battered and wounded 5 year olds

We just turn up our nose, and say “that’s just how it goes.”

Kids dying of thirst, in mid-step to the water

Say that to ten people, and not one of them will falter

Humanity’s in a war, and we’re taking heavy losses

Wading through dead bodies – the casualties are all around us

We’re fighting our own nature, but have shifted to fighting ourselves

If we but shelf our rights, we might, curb this tendency to fail

Like it or not, you are an armed and capable warrior

The question is – are you for you or for the army?

Imagine humans in phalanx formation – what would you worry for?

The worst thing to be is a soldier in limbo – good for nothing, and to nobody.





~The Wordsmith