some things were dreams until we met
and were stars far away in outta space
I was a heart drowning in self hate
one that only went by life's own pace
some things were stones before you informed me they were precious
I was a labyrinth, too complex a puzzle for I to decipher
I wasn't anything beyond Hosiana Ignatius
stuck at the red sea of my existence till you became my divider
I was a million shades of total confusion and despair
some things were fantasy like finding a healer
for I was mirrors crushed into grainy pieces,shattered beyond repair
yet you stole my trance with alcoholic efficiency like tequila
*some things were not for me, I was a rose flower growing in the wild
till you held my soul with tenderness,more of a mother holding her child

As The soft gentle wind
Lovingingly Carresses my face
I am reminded of your
Unending merciful grace

The cool touch of night
And the stars you placed in the sky
Reminds me of your love
And that your presence is nigh

The moon and stars set up above
Like rare jewels in a fine setting
Testimony to your craftsmanship
That no one will be forgetting

Your creation is beautiful
Your fingerprints you left
Your glory is all around
In every valley and mountain cleft

Lord your name
Above all others be praised
Your glory shine
And worship be raised!

I don't want to use the same words as others do
hence I wonder what else can speak my truth
without altering the simplicity of my honesty
without unclear hyperbolic vocabulary
that might instead drive you away
I want to speak with confidence however
much relaying to you without a single stutter
is a day dream bordering the fantasy
I want to coin the most rare of phrases
which could conjoin to display my emotions
just like a network of roads connecting different places
I want to speak light to your darkness
to open your beautiful hazel eyes
with the realness of my heart
I want you to share with me my hurt
forever if that exists & never drift apart
to lend words to that which in my soul lies
a place where reality blossoms and lie dies
I want to praise you more than the eagle praised tortoise
not to make you think you can fly but to have your focus
I want to assure you that much as joy I bring
where good happens, I know the bells of bad may ring
I want to let you know you're more floret than flowers
without losing grasp of my oratory powers
I want to hold your palm & place it on my chest
& let the rate of my beating heart explain the rest
without seeming weird or too direct
I want us to share an eternal bond that won't disconnect
like the attachment the Ocean shares with the River
till death do us part,like scotch and a guzzlers liver
I want to explain how long I've waited for this
and how badly my lips do long for a kiss
that doesn't sum up my encounter with you
but stays on our mind for infinity,that sticks hard as glue
I want to let you know I saw beauty when we met
and that endo-glamour you hold
so much deserves to be told and retold
in a love story you and I can transcribe if I'm not too late
I acknowledge you're a lass out of this planet
and I probably ain't worth a touch of your garment
but I desire to share in your terrene
for in your presence I have known real serene
I want to match with you across the holly
isle though I don't fancy weddings
savour moments as we journey & pray for happy endings
I want you to be that character in my love story
a story where I drive back home to your arms
embrace you tight, have a feel of those bums
where we plant roses and lilies & watch bees hum
I want my kids to have you as their mom
and be proud of their father for finding
them such a sweet and caring mother
I want you to believe there isn't another
I want you to want me too like I you
I want you to know how much I love you
but i cant place the right words to use
to express exactly what I feel because
you're one hell of a treasure I can't afford to lose

Excepting when it POURS
When God opens a window
He always shuts the door
I will praise Him with my voice
Til I can sing no more
And when I can no longer sing
I will dance the floor...

When I cannot dance the floor
Because I've lost my legs
I will clap my hands out loud!
I won't cry or beg!

And when I cannot clap my hands
Because I'm close to death
I will praise my dear Lord Jesus
With my final breath.


♡ Catherine

Numbly perform before the crowd
the sign of the cross,
a bow before the altar,
a melody or two.
Why do they burn us?
We are no sirens,
and song is no witchcraft,
not the kind they douse with holy water.

Lift up your hands to the sanctuary
and bless,
But do not let them meet.
Do not praise.
Your God is not found in music and dancing,
though he cries for the horns,
begs for a drum,
weeps with longing for harp.

You give him a voice,
monotone with no emotion.
Is this how you hear him?
A drone in your ear,
harsh admonishment,
one voice,
or silence?

My God is music.
He sings in the breezes,
in the hum of the earth,
the clapping and stomping,
the praise.
He is the breath in my lungs,
the words on my lips,
the touch of fingers on string.
His voice is many,
raised up in song,
raised up in the praising,
raised up in the "Hallelujah! Amen!"

Why don't you hear him,
those with ears among us?
You are not deaf.
You are dead among the living prayer.

For glory

I am writing
For glory

I am lighting
This cigarette
For I deserve it
I am having
This cigarette
Because I am
No longer addicted

I am writing
For glory, my own
For once
I am stoked

I am hardest
On myself
My greatest critic
Is always editing

A sweet moment
To be content
Enjoy, my friend,

Glory is also
Being able to praise oneself.

The day the white sheet of my eyes lay upon you
God is one but Angels on earth are few,I knew
My eyes blinked wanting to shut forever
to keep your gorgeousness inside them for eternity
for they knew their purpose was over, finding
me a soulmate,you can call it ******* or insanity
but the day we met,my heart exclaimed in praise of fate
for the first time in my life,prior which I was always too late
that day my heart skipped a beat for your
magnetism kept a constant attraction
sending ripples in it's cardiac build, ripples of tension
my heart was yours even before I knew it
the day we met the world ceased to spin, air got thin
I could hardly respire for my metabolism paused to let you in
the sun froze, cause her brightness couldn't compare to yours
and thus there was a momentary eclipse
for she was cast in your shadow,
and all I could see were your glistening lips
the day we met my feet grew weak because
they had reached their long awaited destination
they were sure for the first time without raising questions
that you were the pearl I was searching for,the friend
the super glue which would stick till the end
flowers withered in your presence and blossomed again
trying to beat your paradisal beauty but in vain
the day I first saw you I forgot all my failures and pain
something that for centuries I couldn't contain
you were the cure for the wounds and my scars
as you walked by twinkling a better spectrum compared to stars
thus lending colour to a life that was dull and grey
the day we met ,I understood why people see mistakes and still stray
for I knew right away no matter how rough the winds blew
even if they tore the sails and broke the masts
Obedience to gravity was a constant,a must
cupid had shot his tiny arrows through me for you
the day we met my fear was cleansed in fountains of passion
and I finally witnessed the reason behind the saying
All Hearts are entrepreneurs in the encounter with the right person
You were an investment I was willing to
undertake without investigating the market price
A life long coveted and cherished enterprise
a tender Rose bound to bear spiky thorns
but I,a warrior,afraid not of guiding the bull by it's horns
into the threshold of my ownership and keep
for whilst people fall, mine fall was too deep
the day we met came with a promise of better times
and of more scripts, poems and longer rhymes
I had little faith and seldom believed in miracles
but that all changed as I watched my affection
for you bind me in invisible manacles
And I became your prisoner and slave,to serve
to wash your feet,scratch your back for a drop of your love
it seemed unfair but even that red drop meant everything
it meant every lick, the birds of the wild would sing
the grail of solitude would sublime and loneliness cease to sting
and all that from just a single drop of your love would spring*
the day we met I knew I was done with searching ,I'd found
a peg to which my wandering soul would eternally be bound
lamentations and rage were deleted off my curriculum
and what's more, my moods dropped off their swinging pendulum
the day we met I surprisingly found bliss and peace
at the same pit of despair wherefore I found my miss
and something sweeter than vintage wine, our first kiss
and believe me, not even Shakespeare would predict this
for the day we met I found a story funnier than most comedies
one which erased the memories of my tragedies