I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser.
In Him is pure peace and pure life and none lesser.
In Him is everlasting and nothing's even better.
His Word is not a chore list, it's an eternal Love letter.

He prunes every branch that abides and Him and bears fruit
He seeks the ones that chose the path of endless pursuit
Of His face, His will, a branch who chooses to go all out
A life greatly lived, a life who can't live while Him without.

Every branch in me that does not bear fruit He takes away
A happy illusion, a path of the gold-plated astray.
But to a dismay, without the roots a branch goes dry
Thrown to the ground, iuyet picked up but thrown to the fire.

The branch whog stay true to the Vine pleases the Vinedresser
Who calls out to Him amidst the thorns, despite the world's pleasure
With so much fruit a branch has no better sign
When trampled by life would produce the finest wine.

Lost in daze, even though this path I have played,
it sat as a record in my mind, played over and over again
and I knew what to do,
my thinking, my actions, yes i will be ready
the minute i cross that road.



I have watched Cinderella leave her shoe,
O’ what love for a prince to find,
To send horses trotting to her doorstep,
Chariots and king’s man,
O Cinderella-happy ever after!

Aaaaah! It is wonderful.

At night I would have dreams about you Cinderella,
Being snow white, awakened by my prince,
And so I mastered the art to wait,
Yes, I will scrub floors, play with the dwarfs,
Singing my hearts tunes -knowing,
In a shining armour my prince will come,
And we will live happily ever after.
Like I have seen it in my mind.


So here I am, there, sitting -waiting,
Hearing the words as you are speaking,
The world I once thought was far,
Meeting with my reality and hush…

I am “There”

Be it that I be a Cinderella or a fairy,
The collision of reality makes to wish
That such fantasies were true,

And now that I am here, You prince you came.
With my shoes, in a shining armour,
But nothing like my fantasy.
I could blame you for not being the prince
I had in my dreams, how could you betray me!


I mean I love you but why is it not like I imagined!
I want to be rescued from a tower; I want horses to make a convoy!
I want birds to sing my happiness; I want flowers to sprout at my joy!
I want to grow wings and fly! That is how I know it!.
Why is not like shrek or fiona, or the Barbie or the princess in aladin!.


Marriage is holy,

Two people are joined in matrimony,
They become one to reflect his glory,
And the lord orchestrates it to reflect him,
O’ the angels blow their trumpets,
And the lord dances over the union with singing,
For then his image on earth is portrayed,
A covenant of eternity,
As that of his bride, as the groom.

However, On earth.

Frustrations grab our minds,
And we wonder if we right,
Is he the one! Did we go wrong!

You see when two become one,
All their flaws are exposed,
For no two people can be two in one,
Some trees need to fall,
The flesh is stretched for both,
The bone is taken with no anesthetic,

Bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh,
You never know till you hit this road,
Happily ever after, but not mention- after what?

Because marriage is holy, some things are refined,
100% human 80% God, God works with no fractions,
See, in him we need to be whole,
for in the one lies a deeper purpose and
when these two come together, there might be a collision.
For marriage is holy and as one you are selfish,
but when two come together,
they are drawn to selflessness.

I can no longer eat the pizza alone, but think of my significant other,
Uhhh! No longer will live but need the care like my father.
Marriage is HARD!


You never know until you there,
The vinedresser prunes the branches, tweaking them slowly,
They fall to the ground, trampled.
For the purpose of matrimony is to make us like him.
Christ as the head joined to the Body,
The husband joined to the wife,
A beautiful gift that God gives to man!
Take me again, he says- be like Christ!

In marriage we are given an opportunity to reflect his glory,
To imitate his kindness, compassion and love,
To experience the intimacy that Christ has for us,
It is no longer about lifting our eyes to the sky,
But Christ comes as a groom to his bride,
He comes to share himself between husband and wife,
What gift it is, more than Cinderella or snow white and her dwarfs,
More than earthly treasures, it’s the beauty to share a life.


To our carnal minds, and fleshly ways,
Marriage is a ***** or a thorn,
And whatever joy it brings,
We know that Christ his grace he gives,
But we know that for his glory we love,
Each other, but together love him,
And happily we will leave,
In endurance of all things.
Marriage....Marriage is beautiful!

I never knew, I ‘am there’

I AM the True Vine, and My Father is thy Vinedresser* Every Branch in Me that doesn't Bears Fruit He Prunes, that it may Bear more Fruit* You're already Clean because of the Word which I have Spoken to Thee* Abide in Me, and I in You. As the Branch cannot Bear Fruit of Itself, Unless it Abides in thy Vine, Neither can thou, Unless Thou Abide In Me* I am thy Vine, Thou are the Branches. He who Abide in Me, and I in Him Bears much Fruit, for without Me Thou can do nothing. * If anyone doesn't Abide in Me, He is Cast-Out as a Branch and is withered, and they gather them and Throw them into the Fire, and they are burned* If thou Abide in Me, and My Words Abide in Thee, thou will ask what thou Desire, and it shall be Done for Thee* By this, My Father is Glorified, that thou Bear much Fruit, so thy will be My Disciples* As the Father Loved Me, I also have Loved Thee* Abide in My Love* If thou Keep Thee Commandments, thou will Abide in My Love, just as I have kept My Father's Commandments and Abide in HIS LOVE* These things I have Spoken to Thee, that My Joy may Remain in Thee* and that Your Joy may be Full* This is My Commandment, that Thou Love One Another as I have Loved Thee* Greater Love has no One than this, than to Lay-Down One's Life for His Friends* Thou are My Friends, if thy do whatever I Command Thee* No Longer do I call thee Servants, for A Servant doesn't know what His Master is Doing, but I have called Thee Friends, for all things that I Heard from My Father I have Made Known to Thee* Thou didn't Choose Me, but I Chose Thee and Appointed Thee that thou should Bear Fruit, and that Thy Fruit shoulD Remain, that whatever thou ask thy Father in My Name, He may Give Thee* These things I Command Thee, that thou Love One Another. If thy World Hates Thee, Thou Know that it Hated Me before it Hated You* If thou were of the World, thy World would Love its Own. Yet because thou are not of the World, But I Chose thee Out of thy World, therefore thy World Hates Thee* Remember thy Word tha I Said to Thee* A Servant is not Greater than His Master. If Thou Kept My Word, thou will Keep Yours also* But all these things thou will do to Thee for My Name's Sake, Because thou do not know Him Who Sent Me* If I had not come and Spoken to them, they would have no Sin, but now they have Excuse for their Sin* He who Hates Me, Hates My Father Also* If I had not done among Them thy Works which no One Else did, thou would have no Sin, but now thou have Seen and also Hated Both Me and My Father* But this happened that thy Word Might be Fulfilled which is Written in Their Law* They Hated Me without a Cause* But when the Helper Comes, whom I shall Send to Thee from thy Father, the Spirit Of Truth who Proceeds from thy Father, He will Testify Of Me* And thou also will Bear Witness, because thou have been with Me from the Beginning  

May GOD Almighty Enriched Our Days Ahead IJMN* JAH JEHOVA* MIMO*
GOD Is Our StrEngth
GOD Is Love
* GOD With Us*
GOD Bless
Bless And Awesome Morning To Ours All In All IJMN
*GOD First

Wisdom's throne,
knows no age
and conquores times & seasons,
thought comes from the dark
too deep for man to understand,
& light is always awake
as a river of Ideas never sleep.

The wind moves in a circle
as she authors songs of song.
nostalgic yet forgotten,
once reality
now fantasized Imaginations.

too good to be true,
because I fall to words
like pure poetry
  I give life to my paintings
until they becomes flesh
like a canvas and brush breathed into.

My garden like Eve's eden full of herbs
fruits & all kinds of vegetables,
all my juice are worth the squeeze,
and my medicine heals all diseases.

"I Am" is the promise land,
where the beach of life
& palm tress resides forever.

I know ****** Mary
and all my secrets are conceived in her heart
So I keep no secrets,
sit at my feet
for I spill only truth,
no guile in me.

I designed Sheba's shrine
and her spiritual art
roots and portions
fallen trees & craft.

I Am a buried seed
covered where shadow disappears
like one opening ancient well,
well of treasuries
as old as bethsheba from ancient east.

I know possessing,
taking total control
owning your soul
ruling over your mind.

But I rather our becoming,
one with you in holy communion
abnormally used is far from my *****.

If your body is a dedicated temple,
I’ll make sure
I build every layers
with my own hands,
so I know your scars
and where they fit more,
so your smile will be priceless
while I dress you.

So you know
"I Am", did it everlasting.
something more perfect than
having a taste of your lips,
but I speak of a holy kiss.

Of Spirit & of Word
as one Body
Devine & eternal.

between these lines of battered pages are
tapestries of flowing thought riddled with
words from chaos habitually written
over and over
until i can breathe again. cryptic is good.
eyes paint metaphors. valleys vague. these are the summits and plummets of my pulse against the night sky.
i'll let you peak inside at the spiders' webs, follow these lines and see where they go.
i'll tear down bricks to let myself feel. grab wildflowers by the roots. take out the bad, vinedresser.
on this paper i'll bleed until i'm empty. of your words i'll eat until i'm healed.