We were made
to create
to work,
to wonder.

Maybe by gods,
Maybe by stars,
Maybe by
nothing at all.

Truth
lost in time

Still,
we carry each day
in our questions.
looking for answers
in books
written by men

Before breath bore names,
the earth turned in the still without question.
Leaves trembled for no reason.
The black birds an swallow had no history.

Light fell on everything equally,
not as grace or punishment.
Time wore no crown yet.
Peace had not been tested.

Then came the man.

Not loud. Not cruel
just there, within the silence.
With eyes that broke surface,
and thoughts sharp as branches.

He touched the fruitless trees.
He stared until meaning formed.
He brought language to leaves.
He brought weight to wind.

The stillness knew it changed.

Now every calm hides tension.
Every breeze masks direction.
Rain lands like small verdicts.
Even stones avoid memory.

Birds scatter from shadow first.
Then ask if it follows.
A figure remains half-glimpsed
man-shaped, not entirely man.

The garden still pretends peace.
But roots twitch underneath boots.
Black soil absorbs too much.
Nothing forgets being watched.

He never speaks aloud now.
He walks behind tall hedges.
He waits where light bends.
Even the dusk leans away.

Something has been broken permanently.

When night arrives too fast,
the sky pretends not knowing.
Stars blink with unsure purpose.
The moon declines all witness.

Somewhere a man is watching.
Somewhere a thought is bleeding.
Knowledge stains without a wound.
And snow will come again

then melt before becoming real.

This is how it happens:
Every cycle loses something small.
The garden returns in pieces.
The birds return, not trusting.

No god opens the gate.
No fire lights the altar.
No hand blesses the silence.
Only the man remains—waiting.

His presence rewrites the rules.

He was not evil arriving.
He was potential remembering itself.
He was question before answer.
He was shadow before object.

Now even spring fears becoming.
Even summer waits for loss.
Each return grows more distant.
Each silence, less complete.

And the rain still falls
without anger, without warmth.
It has learned from man
how to arrive indifferent.

I am not broken;
It was just never safe to exist
In a world of abuse, lies and misogyny.

I am not broken;
I just wasn’t allowed to be who I always was
Underneath the armour I wore to survive.

I am not broken;
I don’t need to find myself or
Become someone new.

I am not broken;
I finally give myself permission
To feel and be the
Truly authentic me.

Or how magnificent, and arched is your glorious sight.
A beauty to see,as you light up our way.
Colourful and proud you stand above us all.
To remind us that, we are just clay.
If not for your covenant where would we be.
So Glorious 🌈 Rainbows continue to reign.

To you I am nothing
And if I were anything at all
It would be your infinitely free trial
Of therapy, and a kind heart.

If I vanished you might mourn
For a day or maybe two
Solely for the subconscious comfort
You would no longer be receiving.

Explain to me simply
Why your praises I sing
And my praises are stomped out
Unheard of and foreign.

I was unaware of my cardboard status
A ***** tissue and a thumbtack
You know of my health and my anxious spurts
But do you know how much power you hold?

I wanted you to be a mound
Or maybe even a small hill
Unfortunately you've enveloped the whole planet
The one gravity bounds me to.

Legality bounds you to responsibility
Yet all I've been hearing are your toddler tantrums
The babysitting I will never get payed for
And your mother abandoned me with.

I hate that to you, I am peripheral
And to me, you are the nose apon my face

Walk as Christ Did.
The grass rises, the petals fall to the ground and the  flowers fade away.
But the enduring word of our Dear Lord will never lose its power
Our life's are but a passing moment and soon we too will fade away.
The young the old, the rich the poor, but our fate is all the same.
We will die.
So let us learn to number our days, as if this will be our last.
Awaken with a smile upon your face,as you carry it through the day.
Never would you have known, the impact it might have had to brighten someone's day.
As the dew destills and falls upon the ground.
So  too let your words be wholesome and flavoured with love
To give hope and courage, to the weak and weary, as their feeble hands hang  down.
Be gentle, be kind, be full of compassion.
So the.light that is within you may draw others to your side.
Be a good listener an attentive to the cry of those around.
Humble yourself.
Build and don't break, always lifting  others higher as in humility you do walk.
Young  one's respect your elders, so a blessing may follow you.
Walk the Walk.
Do not talk the talk.
But walk as Christ did Walk.
A beacon of light, that shines in the darkness.
To bring hope to a lost and a dying world.

This home is not our dwelling place.
We are all just a passing through.
Come snow,rain or sunshine.
It is ours to weather through.
So let us be courageous.
Standing,tall and strong.
As we weather through them all.
Knowing we are not alone.
Stand Tall.
Stand Strong.
Be courageous.
Live in victory.
And never let go.

The mouth is a source of good and bad.
As whispered words of love, soon becomes an utterance of pain.
Once they were sweet, but now they are bitter.
Like a garment shredded and no longer of use.
Regarded as garbage as love turns to hate.
Whisper's of love,has brought years of pain, as memories flood your mind.
For many who has tread this road.
Love is bitter, sweet and unending.