Ra Moth Gilead

June 1, 2026May 30, 2026Leave a comment

I spot Peace at 3 O’clock
I obey, they call it luck
Kicks dig in like years of work
Israelite-like spin the block
Israelite not Israeli
Read the other or the G
Tetra-grammar-ton or wind
I think you’ll run into Him
I eye aisles when it’s not my walk-up
Fight like Farts when the fans shut up
Might fly kites if I search Playstore
Kai wallahi God is what I’m Four

I spot Wonder at Ten O’clock
Shoes of Peace so He is my Walk
Choice is His to preen or pluck
If I can pray, I can’t be stuck
Cheeeshhh
When I’m a grandfather
I hope I write a little bolder
Of the Lord Jesus and The Lord Father
The Timeless set the timer
Above Him is none higher
Those that tried still lose if I…

Say the name
Say the name
Say the name
Say the name
J-E-S-U-S is saving those who will trust in him

Godzniel
©2026

Take My Hands Instead

June 25, 2020June 25, 2020Leave a comment

One pill…
Two pills…
Three pills…
And another…take my hands.

Isn’t that a perfect metaphor for how you go bananas, dig your feet into those coloured clips, stain your teeth with the feel, stain your fill with the filth, and assume the other filths fade?

Isn’t that how it makes you feel? The peel? No?

Then talk to me.

I want to hear it…take my hands.

This time, get high on the drug of my attention, snort on my love and exhale passion, and if clasping my hands will help, take them, let the tension go.

At first I didn’t listen because I thought it wasn’t you speaking. Your liver called out to me, your lungs did too, your strained heart cried out to me, I heard a million tears fall from your triggered body.

I don’t know and I probably won’t understand you. But I know that nobody puts a gun at his throat and expects to survive.

Give me the gun, and take my hands.
Dear Amanda

OPEN LETTERS

May 29, 2019May 29, 2019Leave a comment

These letters I write to you Lord are tattered
Like my heart now in pieces
And I know it sounds awkward saying this
But, I have experienced so much change
Become unpredictable like the weather
I don’t even know my mirror anymore
I am stuck in this abyss,
Now Knocked out by life, because I floored

So I need an opening or a door
To escape into your bliss
To experience those moments I once reminiscence about
But my life seems like it has gone south
The walls of my soul has come crumbling down
My crown, I now wear with a scarlet gown
And your love, I have moon walked away from

Every morning, I drown in my own tears
And at night fall I take pleasure talking about my fears
I don’t understand how I have become
A stranger to you and my self
So I can only hope my letters rise to the sky like incense
As my prayer are littered all over those papers
I hope that as I dig through your word again to unearth my goldmine
I pray that you would patiently build my faith again like a skyscraper

Keep me from being as loose as a kite blown by every wind and doctrine
Show me how to love again with great affection
So that your grace will be only song I continually play on my selection
As you teach me to walk on water again despite my imperfection
I am sure then,
That My life will finally make sense again