Rehab

Where’s the light?

Where’s the break?

What she sees is expired and wired empty.

There’s the stake that breaks 

and shakes the she who is me constantly.

This lion’s den will never end.

When Amy Winehouse came on to the scenes I was so excited. I loved her song Rehab. My addictions weren’t tied to drugs or alcohol. I was addicted to holding onto pain with no gain. I was addicted to my hurts having no worth, because letting go meant my hurt didn’t get justified in my lie that I needed to isolate to protect myself. I was addicted to harming myself through my failed suicide attempts. I was addicted to the brokenness of sex thinking its how to be loved and not forgotten. Sex made me feel rotten because premarital sex always bothered me. I grew up in a society that okay’s that disobey. I was addicted to harming myself through my eating disorder, and condemning myself as this horrible homosapien that has no business being alive, because Immanuel was an idiot to die for the likes of me. My rehab looked differently than the surface of those words, but the cuts were the same knee deep toxicities that affected me.

The celebration in the flesh god liberation, 

is a dedication to the divided flag of America. 

The pause of His Cause: better together 

is not the hissed dissed poisonous kiss in

the slums of sinning not winning tailspinning 

vulgarities of barbaric popularity realities. 

This empty confetti is actually an audacity 

self made cheap creep lemonade, and 

societal habitual rituals ignoring His Renegade.

As I scribe these lines that I want to stay inside, I realize that night when my mother and I had that rainstorm fight, the Light of Jesus Christ was truly the bright to my darken strife lies. In two thousand nine I did have my first encounter with Immanuel God with us. I had to convince myself that it wasn’t true, because I knew I had no clue on how to do this walk correctly. I also knew that if I acknowledged that Immanuel and I came face to face that stormy night of two thousand nine, then that means how I was walking from that moment until the twelve month of the twenty seventh day of two thousand thirteen was backsliding.

I had severe perfectionism and I refused to be a backslider, so I acted like Immanuel didn’t supernaturally take over the car that safely drove my mother and I to my sister’s house. To me if I acted like that didn’t happen then I’m not saved. And if I’m not saved then I can’t backslide. And if I can’t backslide then I stay perfect. All deluded conclusions that my King who makes my soul sing healed through my hidden stings. God corrected my heart through my circumstances. God was trying to get me to see he was with me mind, body, and soul after that night in two thousand nine. My supernatural gifts came back, and I haven’t seen them since I was a child. That still didn’t convince me, so all supernatural moments after two thousand nine were coincidences. However, there was something about the late great Amy Winehouse and her song Rehab that I couldn’t shake as a concidence.

She has to fight the strife of losing her appetite.

She has to cling to the wings of her King 

and not rewind time in the mind of her stings.

She feels the peels of reels, and sees the 

lack and setbacks of her fiscal attacks.

She feels alone walking with drone clones.

This purpose is wordless in a High Purchase

of a life that walked the talk of strife in the 

Light of Jesus Christ who sparks dark to right.

The self pity solo committee that no one sees.

The invincible principle of whimsical tranquility

is not the biblical blueprint to fine tune godly.

Every time I listened to that song I felt the pain that was felt when scribing those words. I didn’t know how to pray correctly (or so I thought,) I would always say God soothe her soul or something. I can’t recall the exact words. I never paid attention to the fact I love praying. I love praying for people. I love lifting people to the Kingdom so they’re covered in God’s Wings. And my love for Jesus kept growing, and I was upset because I didn’t know how to do this walk right until I meet Jojo* and I saw the Light of Jesus Christ so brightly amongst her that it made me a believer I can do this too. Then my life completely changed after we meet for the better. I haven’t looked back, and I won’t. Crysta is dead and God is making me a newer, and better creation every time he blesses me to breathe with ease into my nostrils.

She can’t sleep because she’s not next to him.

She would feel safe in the purity of his security.

She’s miserable without him, and feels grim.

She’s slim and trim. She fights in His Light

that sparks the dark to what’s not right inside.

Nothing is the same, she’s walking through the

ungodly hues of shame and broken lames

no longer stronger in tamed ashamed.

She prays in Obey of Today but needs

the weeds that separated them to end pretend.

She needs her beautiful he to be her key to flee

from all toxicities and ungodly mockeries.

She wants to be godly with her he lovingly

to be the Bonnie to his Clyde and his do or die.

Christ revived so she and her he can be free

to do life godly on the path to Kingdom Math:

he + He + her equals God’s Stir and Craft.

Adam and Eve is what God achieved.

Jacob and Rachel were equals and Leah’s

father couldn’t stop that ordained sequence.

Sarai and Abram’s fears through Hagar 

the concubine couldn’t stop Issac’s inheritance.

Sarai became Sarah the mother of faith.

Hagar became Haggai; remained a concubine.

greeneye demise and her lies through legality 

couldn’t change her arranged destiny: ungodly.

God isn’t in the empty disaster of her savage

two strand deceitful marriage by the mutiny 

community of no unity. Being a forced missus

doesn’t change her consistent dissed winces.

greeneye demise and her lies is still invincible 

through her misleading principles she bought 

with her soul and caught the hard truth 

biblically is the key to being set free & see Holy.

I’ll always choose to lose the world boldly not coldly for all humanity to see biblically and faithfully. I’ll always say yes to God’s Way and not my own understanding, because it’s the land of quicksand. I’m called to conquer my pitfalls, and to float of the boat like Peter the fisherman turned reacher and preacher. There’s so many examples in my blueprint: The Holy Bible, that I spent these past three years fighting in the Light of Christ to walk as. God is the reason I’m alive today. He’s supernaturally blocked death to perish for me more times than I can comprehend or recognize. My life belongs to my King, because he holds my ready rings for the he I’ll always believe is for me. God makes all things new like me and you

Her he is for me who’s the she God receives 

biblically and faithfully with time revealing 

what was once concealing preventing healing.

Her he is being set free as she scribes & speaks.

greeneye demise and her lies got nothing 

that her mind tried to define and hide.

greeneye demise is a missus treated as an 

afterthought regurgitated meal concubine.

Time was supposed to reverse this fate.

greeneye demise and her lies convinced herself

time was her friend to get her forced mister 

to be ungodly in misery with the enemy blindly.

Time is godly not ungodly. Time showed Jacob 

Rachel is all he wanted regardless if he was 

tricked to be with Leah. God decides who we

ride or die in life with, humans cannot decide. 

God corrects the heart not His Promises. 

The false prophet that was behind the lie

of greeneye demise and her crimes in this 

savage marriage was used for God’s Purpose.

satan’s attempts always fail from temporary 

and secondary prevail. The pale scales fall

because as His Chosen we are called to rise

with godly eyes to be revived and survive 

the likes of false prophets and greeneye lies

like the he God says is for she who is me.

Beautiful eyeballs that read these scribed lines, trust the process that God has the best regardless how it feels or looks. God is so worth it. I’m a living testament of this beautiful truth. God healed me from all the addictive weeds that made me internally bleed with broken need. God is the only one that walked me through my supernatural rehab from all that made me sad and mad through the ungodly hues, in the societal and cultural habitual rituals I grew up practicing robotically and chaotically. God had to heal me from all toxicities of my family to break the generational curses His Way not my way. God is the only one, through all the vessels he’s used, like Jojo, her ribcage, and my ribcage that can heal what’s deeply concealed. Praise God all mirages and self sabotage facades are drones that no longer makes me a clone that feels alone. God is my key that will always lead me biblically to be set free faithfully for all humanity to see in unity. My tests are His Testimonial Tributes through my fine tuning pruning process in this wilderness that’s a well hidden blessing bliss. Thank you for healing my addictions through Your Supernatural Rehab. All is well within my soul. 

Thank you King Jesus.

Faith moves mountains.

Gratitude is the greatest attitude.

I love you King.

Love your daughter. 

*names changed for privacy purposes. #TeamProPrivacy

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unconditional

mother’s are a gift of love. 

mother’s are from Above. 

mother’s are scared doves. 

mother’s are a dome.

their kin calls mother home.

her mother isn’t that bad.

she wasn’t always this sad.

she wasn’t always this mad.

many memories have emotions of glad.

her mother protected her more than neglected. 

her mother is decaying and aging. 

greeneye demise and her lies in pride

is aging and raging in her failed staging.

she’s in agony at her mother giving up.

she’s in agony at her father giving up. 

she’s paging in prayer for layers of healing

for her family and her beautiful he. 

her mother wants to fade away. 

she’s not okay so she stays dismayed.

anger is a secondary emotion to pain.

her mother dying feels in vain.

her mother lying has no gain.

like greeneye demise and her lies in pride.

greeneye and her mother have identical

thought processes and movements.

however greeneye will be twenty six and 

her mother is sixty three with diabetes.

unhealthy and impure motives are decaying.

greeneye demise should try and fight biblically

so she can be set free faithfully in maturity

to not be sixty three with diabetes immaturely.

her mother was once twenty six too.

her mother downplays how she feels.

greeneye demise and her lies in pride

replays the reels that now make her peel.

tangibly her mother cannot see or hear.

supernaturally neither can greeneye demise.

her mother acts like death isn’t near.

greeneye demise and her lies in pride

pretend that send wasn’t pressed to end

this toxic two strand quicksand distress 

of her savage packaged marriage.

she’s not okay so she stays dismayed.

anger won’t let her cry or die so she lies

and says that what happens doesn’t matter.

her mother matters 

and she’s becoming sadder.

greeneye demise and her lies in pride

are being handled by the Creator

who is far greater than flesh god facades.

her mother isn’t the strong warrior she was.

greeneye demise and her lies in pride 

are no longer the stronger wrong throng.

it’s hard for her to see her mother in this state. 

she feels so helpless her mother’s beyond help. 

the natural course of birth and death 

are unavoidable and always met. 

her mother is dying rapidly.

her father watches passively. 

her brother creates bubbles magically. 

God is moving mountains in her life.

God is moving mountains in her he’s life:

like greeneye demise and her lies in pride

who cause only strife as a bad last bite.

she’s completely removed 

from the family’s strife. 

she made the mental switch

to be present in Today’s gift:

for her purpose and calling 

conquering this pitfall’s falling. 

God is speaking loudly about her he 

she fully receives and believes. 

God is speaking loudly about the moves. 

her he is making in his shaking remaking 

by her awakening & breaking of her faking.

he’s ready 

he’s coming 

he’s choosing truth and you 

yesterday, her King that makes 

the stake of her fake break everyday. 

her King heals her stings & also holds her rings. 

she made connections about her earth king. 

she sees supernaturally he’s ready and steady. 

she sees Rise Up by Andra Day 

is their testimonial anthem in Obey of Today.

on replay, she says okay and no more delays.

whatever she needs to do or walkthrough 

she’s going to do for her he’s breakthrough.

she impatiently and patiently waits to see him. 

for they are the path to Kingdom Math.

he + He + her equals God’s Stir.

she will be still and 

breathe with ease by His Gills.

when she prays and obeys

her earth king will be set free by choosing truth.

slow to anger and love is the key for her he.

the building with no godly wings is the past.

greeneye demise and her lies in pride is the past.

her family is the past that God has.

this dark storm is over and didn’t last.

His Chosen are aligned and design 

to conquer their pitfalls 

of hiccups and shake ups 

by breakdowns in walkthrough breakthroughs.

all humans are His Chosen.

many are called but few are His Chosen.

not all humans wake up from sleeping.

she woke up for His Kingdom and her he.

her he is finally free.

she’s happy because he’s free and ready.

she’ll do this all over again if it means he’s free.

true love waits, is unconditional, and is biblical.

only through God not facades can true love be.

that’s how she feels for her he.

Thank you King Jesus. 

✨✨✨

I’ll rise up

In spite of the ache

I will rise a thousands times again

And we’ll rise up 

Rise like the waves

lyrics and song by Andra Day.

sobriety 

sobriety is the ability

to faithfully believe in being set free.

supernaturally is sensitivity to humility.

supernaturally is a fight to be a Light.

supernaturally is not by sight.

supernaturally is aligning to His Design.

supernaturally is the audacity to actually

boldly not coldly neglect the disrespect 

of leaning on the homosapien intellect. 

tangibility is a barrier of misery that 

blindly hides pride and lies to flee

with the enemy grieving supernaturally.

tangibility is the enemy’s key.

Faith is supernaturally clinging to unseen.

the enemy’s key to make a stake 

of fakes shake and break homosapiens 

to never be better or stay awake.

tangibility is solitary confinement 

in the ossification of isolation in darkness.

King Jesus paid the price for all treasons 

and demons by blinding reasons 

on The Cross of Calvary for all humanity.

her mother is an incubator and example

of many sampling in the rumbling tumbles

in the god complex troubles and bubbles.

her mother wrestling with God 

to be a facade mirage and sabotage 

in decay’s of yesterday’s or the sorrow’s

of no tomorrow’s ignoring the final bow.

her mother doesn’t want God’s Way.

her mother wants toxic delays of yesterday.

she sees she’s biblically set free.

she sees she’s waiting patiently.

she sees her dome is her home.

she sees only God decides

who walks with her talks supernaturally.

she sees her life begins separately 

in her journey as a biblical bride.

she’s not attached to any properties.

she earshot the boycott of the distraught.

Sit

Survive

Wait

her mother doesn’t want the rescue.

her mother wants the shelter house.

it’s biblical to leave a father and mother.

God will call His Chosen to leave when

it’s purposeful to the anointing on the calling.

her grandmother took her mother’s first daughter.

her mother never recovered from 

allowing her first to lose her as a mother.

her mother’s belief is a house split up her family.

her mother doesn’t want me as the she

to grow up and flee with her own family.

her mother doesn’t want her ribcage to come.

her mother can’t stop God’s Will to be done.

her mother has tranquility in tangibility.

her mother has the control of the seen patrol.

her mother doesn’t want to lose her ruses.

her mother believes in emotional confusion.

her mother feeds the weeds of delusions.

God is not a God of confusion or delusion.

Humans pray for God to move 

but God moving means humans move too.

God helps those who helps themselves.

“And the Lord shall be seen over them, 

and his arrow shall go forth as the lightning: 

and the Lord God shall blow the trumpet, 

and shall go with whirlwinds of the south.”

‭‭Zechariah‬ ‭9:14‬ ‭KJV‬‬

God’s silence is an acceptance, and diligence 

to the allegiance in His Obedient Stillness.

sobriety is the ability

to faithfully believe in being set free.

supernaturally is sensitivity to humility.

supernaturally is a fight to be a Light.

supernaturally is not by sight.

supernaturally is aligning to His Design.

supernaturally is the audacity to actually

boldly not coldly neglect the disrespect 

of leaning on the homosapien intellect. 

tangibility is a barrier of misery that 

blindly hides pride and lies to flee

with the enemy grieving supernaturally.

tangibility is the enemy’s key.

Faith is supernaturally clinging to unseen.

Thank you Heavenly Father.

Thank you King Jesus.

Love your daughter. 

 

Cross

she feels dense. 

nothing makes sense. 

she’s detached 

from this hissed 

unhealthy latch. 

her mother is other. 

her brother is other. 

her father is other.

her dome is not their home.

they’re secondary 

and temporary 

until her feet meet 

her next Glory 

for she is His Story.

she breathes with ease.

her dome is a supernatural home. 

over two thousand years ago 

a ‘zero’ became The Hero.

His Name is Immanuel 

God with us, and we can now trust. 

what was all lost is found bound

from Above in love, for He

is the key to being set free. 

The Cross of Calvary

made humanity debt free biblically.

On The Cross 

Immanuel drinks bitter blood 

so she can drink sweet wine

freely from the rewind of time.

On The Cross 

Immanuel hangs on a crucifix 

so she can be free from all sexual fixes.

On The Cross 

Immanuel beats sin so she can godly win.

On The Cross 

Immanuel beats the sting of death 

so she can sing in the Light of Christ.

she can be proud outwardly 

that the clouds on this painful journey 

of the dark weren’t greater 

than Immanuel’s Spark.

she has a level of deep distrust and disgust 

that men can easily be caught sleepwalking: 

like Adam in the Garden of Eden,

like her father by his drunken reasons, 

like her he by greeneye demise’s demons.

their selfishness emasculated Jesus

and jeopardized their duties 

as the Head of their Called Household’s

coldly not boldly, because of their empty lonely.

Adam was emasculated by cowardliness.

Adam didn’t put his foot down to Eve.

That’s how sin entered the world.

her father was emasculated by cowardliness.

her father didn’t put his foot down to 

her mother, which caused all current blunders.

That’s how sin entered his household.

The he God says is for she was emasculated. 

SO badly, by lies from the church that brought 

him great hurt. Through the untrue hue of sex

as his provoking chokehold bondage distress. 

Sex is a disrespect, and incorrect hostage this he 

God says is for she got lost in the slums 

of his sins: during a contest that changed his life. 

sex was disguised with greeneye demise, 

and her worldly lies in the sixth month 

of the year two thousand fifteen. 

All those sexual late nights 

doing the wrong bow hallow swallow

on her knees paid off so smoothly. 

greeneye demise and the quicksand plans 

were working. in the beginning of the year two 

thousand fifteen, greeneye demise got another 

man kicked out without fair trail: 

on false rape charges quickly and quietly.

greeneye demise feeds the weed of a Jezebel.

that wicked spirit moves fast, but lies can’t last.

greeneye demise leveraged the he God says 

is for she loneliness to create the permeated 

four month sexual savage marriage. 

greeneye demise used, and abused 

the church’s fear of image to land her as a 

missus to this man, and be in the current toxicity 

of their dead marriage. God will never revive a 

lie that makes His Chosen die. God will never 

let his son remain in pain all in vain. 

God already promised this man 

to the she God says is for this he only. 

at this point it’s a struggle to hold on to

God’s Promises, after so much ugly transpired.

sleepwalkers are bull-talkers that create

permeated spaces of disgrace thinking

the sinking winking disobey is okay.

their destinies are delayed by great dismays:

like Eve being tricked by the enemy,

like her mother being aggressively manly,

like she who’s me is struggling not to give up, 

on the he God says is for she regardless

of the demise in greeneye. the sexual lies

by the aborted support of that 

drone clone crowds to community mutiny. 

there is no unity in that building 

with no godly wings, just stings

by wrong manmade wedding rings, 

that will never be covered by God’s Wings.

That building with no godly wings 

made marriage a sexual savage 

where anyone can flee blindly in toxicity: 

like the he God keeps saying is for she

who wants to flee so badly completely. 

she’s done with all phony and ugly.

the eight month of the year 

two thousand sixteen, she was blessed

by the freedom from that building 

with no godly wings. 

she didn’t have to see the toxicity 

of the he God says is for she,

and his flesh god ugly with greeneye demise.

The skins in the slums of that martial sin 

will never have godly wins no matter 

the hook, line, and sinker loach coaching.

The he God says is for she will never 

be biblically set free with greeneye demise

lies, cries, and sexual strife in that best first 

last bite: as a poisonous worldly wife.

greeneye demise will always be wicked strife.

On The Cross 

Immanuel tore the veil to make the enemy fail.

the enemy flees in misery empty

and tries to hide lies inside 

to make the stake of fake break us and die.

like the enemy did through greeneye demise.

like the enemy did with Adam in Eden.

like the enemy did with her father 

and the blunders of her mother.

Immanuel beat death on The Cross.

Immanuel is the bridge to God.

Adoption is our inheritance.

Today represents The Cross

and the death Immanuel conquered.

Today represents The Cross

and King Jesus restoring all that was loss.

Thank you for The Cross

Thank you for Immanuel.

Thank you the painful journey

of lonely to restore my soul

as the she God says is for that he.

Thank you for my freedom

from all the bondages that kept me hostage.

Thank you for destroying scientific logic

by supernatural faith not by sight wonders.

May I always cling to the song of wonder.

May I always pray for the Obey of Today.

May I never glance back by satanic attacks.

May I always be exalted and unsalted.

May I always praise in the rain.

May my pain always have gain.

May my hurt always have worth.

May I always know and grow

by what you show Lord.

May I always remember: 

I am ashes to ashes.

I am dust to dust.

You breathe with ease in my nostrils daily.

Today is forty.

Thank you King Jesus.

Thank you Heavenly Father.

Happy Reborn Day Forever.

Love your daughter.

OAT

her father was warned 

about the woman 

he decided to do life with. 

her father was warned 

by his six sisters and he didn’t listen.

biblically women are she’s. 

biblically wisdom are she’s.

biblical women have profound insight 

to protect what’s not neglected in men

from the Jezebel’s and the lion’s den.

Immanuel was on the Cross of Calvary 

for six hours before His Light

sparked in the dark of death 

to make the stake no longer 

be stronger to break us to combust 

and flee with the enemy blindly in misery.

Immanuel God with us could’ve called off

conquering the pitfall of death but He didn’t.

Every hour grew His hue of truth and 

the Midnight Hour of His Power to shower 

the world boldly not coldly: charity and clarity.

the same sister that named me: Crysta Regina.

me is the she that is biblically set free.

is the sister that told her brother to flee 

from the enemy that dwells with the woman

her father decided to do life with blindly.

patrol is control that walks the darkness path.

her mother loves control and darkness unfolds.

me is the she as the her in God’s Stir.

he + He + her is the path to Kingdom Math.

Ecclesiastics four verses nine to twelve 

are biblical and lyrical truths that make 

any stake of fake break and shake

in the midnight hour power to shower 

the Light of Jesus Christ that makes all right.

Immanuel prepared in his layers of prayers 

for forty days and forty nights with

no food in site, for He was the Light

that sparked in the dark where the enemy

flees in misery, and barks as a limited shark. 

Immanuel kept the armor of God in tact 

protecting him for all satanic setback attacks.

the enemy is witty but God is the key 

to being set free faithfully and biblically.

It’s imperative to be aggressive in the 

protective knowledge of The Holy Bible.

That’s what protected Immanuel God with us.

That’s what protected me from the enemy.

That’s what will protect all who are called

to conquer their pitfalls. Openness is key.

Openness to God doing the work to make

the fake of our hurt have worth. To gain

biblically as the key in our pain, and not

feel forgotten or lost as a hopeless cause

which pauses the swiftness of deliverance 

from the pale scales that prevail. 

Intellectually we technically lean sensually

because emotionally we sexually believe

body heat is a treat that meets our lonely feet.

Sexually is a perplexity that ingeniously finds

a way to press play in the rewind of time.

Sexually is a quick fix that grieves the crucifix. 

The crucifix is the security in the purity to

have the audacity to actually carry the crucifix  

and reject and protect by waiting on God. 

Sex before marriage robs

the beautiful process of baby carriages. 

Sex before marriage is a ruse

that abuses and loses charity and clarity.

Sex before marriage is falsified emotions

that make a fake stake break us in lust.

Sex before marriage is a lending pretending.

Biblically sex before marriage is fleeing blindly

in the dark with no spark with the enemy.

her father had sex before marriage 

and was positioned with the condition 

of a baby carriage me.

her father tried adopting her mother’s 

first daughter but the pressures from

her family blocked that desire.

her father wanted to save the woman

his sisters forewarned him on. 

her father saw the woman his sisters 

warned him on had the wrong people

in her ears for years. 

Immanuel is the only realm that can save. 

humans have to want to be saved.

humans have to want to be changed.

her mother didn’t want change. 

her mother wanted to absently

be in stagnancy fleeing in the

slums of her sins to patrol control.

she is the me that’s biblically set free

sees she’s let go of this toxic show.

she is the me that’s biblically set free

sees she wants her own household.

she is the me that’s biblically set free

is ready to receive her he God has.

she is the me that’s biblically set free

waits to become one flesh with

the man that will conquer his quicksand 

and never look back from this satanic attack.

she is the me that’s biblically set free

trusts the path to His Kingdom Romance

with the he that will always be for me.

she is the me that’s biblically set free

patiently awaits to meet the little feet of OAT. 

she is the me that’s biblically set free

is on her knees covering her Kingdom Math.

she is the me that’s biblically set free

knows God has this storm. It’s almost over.

she is the me that’s biblically set free

faithfully waits in the foolishness of God

there’s no other place she’d rather be. 

she is the me that’s biblically set free

prays and obeys to wait for her he

in this temporary and secondary toxicity.

yes

she’s done with the manipulations

and the stipulations in the tone

that her parents thought she’d stay 

in the decay of a drone clone.

she’s done being in a ruse 

that her parents refuse to lose.

she’s done being used 

for her parents blunders 

by the layers of her prayers. 

she diligently stays on her knees

faithfully and consistently to cover. 

she’s done being a resident 

in a toxic household 

that’s been old and cold

for years full of drunken beers

and lying gears through 

the disobedient pillow-stained tears. 

she’s done with no fun in this no sun 

conundrum poisoned prism. 

she says yes to Olive.

she says yes to her he.

she says yes to walking 

the talking of God’s promises faithfully. 

God says he + He + her

is God’s Stir with her 

and the he she now chooses to see

biblically and faithfully for all humanity. 

God says he has a plan

for this ungodly quicksand he landed in.

she says yes to it all.

she says yes to conquering 

this pitfall and giving her all. 

she says yes to lift off. 

she says yes to the power 

of God’s Midnight Hour.

God says these two years

of pain are not being in vain

and have a godly gain

in the praising of this rain.

God says 

You will see

Trust Me

she says yes to what comes next. 

she says yes to six twenty-four.

she says yes to this spiritual birth.

she says yes to her hurt having worth. 

it’s been almost forty weeks 

since she’s seen his feet 

on Sunday it’ll be the fortieth peak

of this no contact & until she saw her he. 

God says He’s about to blow her mind.

God says the rewind of time

and the decay’s of yesterday’s are over

for he + her to walk the talk of His Stir.

God says she’s ready.

God says she’s steady.

God says she’s a preacher. 

God says she’s a teacher. 

God says she’s a reacher.

God says she’s a creator.

God says she’s an illustrator.

God says he is all of these and more.

God says he + she are 

the hue that’s true.

God says they are blue times two.

God says she’s surrendered all.

God says it’s all out. 

God says she can take off.

God says His Stir

will always be 

he + He + her.

she says yes to it all.

she’s called to conquer all pitfalls. 

she’s called to give her all.

she says yes to His Kingdom Math.

she says yes to all the love in this path.

she says yes to being 

the neck of her future household. 

she says yes to he + He + her.

she says yes to His Stir.

Tennessee and Italy 

my brother is back 

on the plane 

he went to a space 

of disgrace in the membrane

attacked by his flashbacks 

things cannot be the same 

to comeback to be lame 

would be a disheartening shame 

so what does this mean

for this clan and their routine?

his skin needed sunscreen 

the streets were cheap

not serene and unclean 

what’s the purpose 

of the course in this smokescreen?

just to press send in pretend 

and decay’s in setbacks 

to delay in satanic attacks?

this can’t be real

I don’t know how to feel

so what does this mean

for this clan and their routine?

I think I’m still in shock Daddy. It’s not like you told me exactly what’s coming to me, but I see that my storyline has been designed to your aligned protective confinement. My life feels like a peel of biblical reels, that I don’t always feel until moments of stillness. In the bliss of your presence I find rest. For you are my Cornerstone Best, and not like the humanistic rest. You’re ways are higher, and you’re not a liar. You are my Sacred Dove, because love is found bound from Above. 

she shaved her head?

maybe I’m wrong 

but her strong throng 

doesn’t fit a shaved head

the man she stands

in quicksand by the lies

that no longer bleed

in the wrong weed seed

of stronger is awakening  

from the shaking stake 

of her faking breaking 

but how was that logical

to shave her head?

it’s a diabolical misfit

like her hit it

and quit it 

in her martial misfit

which is a hiss dissed

of wrong wedding rings

that sting with no godly wings

her wedding rings 

are the two strands quicksand

without God there’s facades

and playing god will always be 

a flee with the enemy 

as a mirage sabotage  

her marriage is a legal legit 

radiated rusting savage 

from lust that’s 

combusted to distrust 

because of the humanity 

in that building with 

no godly wings 

the humanity spread the dead 

of a no unity mutiny

in the slums of sins 

with no godly wins 

and barbaric irregularity 

from the vulgarity of popularity  

leading this confused he

in a worldly ruse

which is a switch

from the gift 

in the Obey of Today 

to the decay’s of yesterday’s 

in his ungodly abuse 

and wrong wedding rings 

that will always sting 

she’s one way with him

and another decay with others 

In the eight month of the year two thousand fifteen, you showed me the double personality sage eyes who justified her lies, and mystified the he you say is for me. Daddy you also showed me you told her to leave, the he you say is for me and she didn’t flee. She rejected by neglecting your supernatural intellect, and godly protective prospect. She had company in her emotional manipulations, with the hissed dissing no unity mutiny community, that poached and coached this he you say is for me, to flee in misery with the enemy of this soundtrack full of satanic attacks with this sage eyes wrong she. She’s his Haggai to his Abram. She’s his Leah to his Jacob. Her four month rush down the marriage aisle didn’t change what God has always arranged. Her 131 legalized lying wedding operations, doesn’t change this two strands marriage of quicksand. The he you say is for me listened to the rushed glistened ministries, that led him to his current marital reality that God never wanted him to be in, by the lie of this slums through his sins. God uses everything for his glory, because we as humanity will always be His Story. God is using this abusing rumbling tumble, not to crumble the he God says is for me, but to heal what’s concealed and to set him free biblically. Thank you Jesus.

he + He + her

is God’s Stir 

that’s the path 

to Kingdom Math

her is the me 

that just needed to flee

from the toxicity of wrong she

that managed to get this he

to be in misery with the enemy 

in this hissed dissed 

poisonous kiss two strand 

quicksand savaged marriage 

her is the me 

that doesn’t know 

how to let go 

what was shown or to believe 

that God has a plan 

to end this two strand 

quicksand savaged marriage toxicity 

Daddy I just realize you have a lot to heal me from. I didn’t just feel like I was going to blow up everyday with the African prince that made me wince, but I felt like I was going to blow up everyday living in this house when my brother was in that scary and violent dark storm. My old co-worker that I wrote about in Horde, the one I helped get promoted, witness my brother hurting my dad and moved me in with him. He was so scared, and he was yelling at me about why didn’t I tell him, but him yelling at me just made me shut down. When he realized I shut down he stopped yelling, and that’s when I started speaking. I felt so exposed and naked when he saw my brother try to kill my dad. I grew up in a culture where you just swallow what’s going on in your house. So I swallowed the insanity I went to sleep in every night. This was the year two thousand twelve. I lived with him for four months, but I knew I had to leave, he was trying to plant seeds to marry me. 

he was so determined 

to have her 

and zeroed in on this win

every move she made 

he took a mental note 

like an ungodly renegade

when they went 

to Tennessee she felt so free 

she didn’t want to leave 

and he said let’s stay here

she snapped out of her fantasy 

and focused on her current reality 

she realized it was time to leave 

There is something very special about Tennessee. I went to Nashville six years ago and fell in love. My soul cries out for Tennessee and Italy. I haven’t been to Italy yet, I pray you make a way one day Daddy. I went to Tennessee with the man that saved me, it was a bunch of us from our old job. He clocked my every move, and was very smooth. He was very emotionally manipulative, that if I wasn’t fighting for stillness, I would’ve been caught up in his web, and possibly married to him now. Jojo* saw if I married him it would’ve been so bad, and she saw me always sad. Thank you for blocking and protecting me Daddy. I saw who he belonged to the day I meet him and it’s not me. Every time I tried telling him he would get angry and reject it. He did save me, and gave me safety temporarily. I’ll always be grateful for that but I didn’t belong with him, and he didn’t know how to accept that. So I left ghost rider style where he didn’t see it coming, and he couldn’t stop me. He was good at stopping me from leaving. I tried before. But he’s not better than God. No one is better than God, not even sage eyes that justify her lies. Thank you Daddy for showing me the key to being set free from that toxicity. 

my brother is back 

on the plane 

he went to a space 

of disgrace in the membrane

attacked by his flashbacks 

things cannot be the same 

to comeback to be lame 

would be a disheartening shame 

so what does this mean

for this clan and their routine?

his skin needed sunscreen 

the streets were cheap

not serene and unclean 

what’s the purpose 

of the course in this smokescreen?

just to press send in pretend 

and decay’s in setbacks 

to delay in satanic attacks?

this can’t be real

I don’t know how to feel

so what does this mean

for this clan and their routine?

This storyline is a whirlwind of insanity by my limited mind of tangibility. Daddy what you keep saying is what I cling to as my obeying.

You will see 

Trust me 

Be still 

Hold onto Me

Okay Daddy I’m holding on and never letting go. Thank you for being my Constant One since I came in earth. Thank you for Tennessee and Italy. I know one day, my feet will meet that place of tranquility: beautiful Italy.

I love you.

Love your daughter 

*names changed for privacy purposes. #TeamProPrivacy 

Journey

Admit how I feel

for what? 

It doesn’t change

the arrange of this painful

reel that I witnessed

this he aggressively

flee in this journey 

by the prideful lies 

in the slums 

of his sins with this 

internally ugly wrong she 

that’s never

going to be me.

I do believe this he

knew he didn’t want 

this wrong she

biblically just sexually

and secretively at the time.

I do believe

this he knew

he was clouded 

by the sexual lust

that’s now combusted

from the faded radiated rust. 

The building with no

godly wings stepped in

on the fun with no sun, 

and played a key role

to what’s now between

this wrong she 

and this he currently:

wrong she is awkward, and

this he is in regret mode.

even though the building 

with no godly wings 

joined these two

wrong hues legally, 

it’s still not biblically. 

Jesus Christ came

to die and rise again 

on the Cross of Calvary 

to destroy legalities 

like manmade law.

The manmade law makes us fall 

in a pitfall from His Grace.

The multiple voices

that coached these

two wrong hues

that bonded in flesh

to appear to be godly.

That cannot stop

the growing wedge

in this worldly marriage.

Biblically God joins

a man and a woman

because biblically

a woman is the rib

from the man’s ribcage.

Biblically God took us

on a supernatural journey

in the beginning of time, 

in my favorite book: Genesis, 

with the man

and woman in the 

Garden of Eden.

God is supernatural.

God is love.

All good things 

come from Above.

(James 1:17)

Therefore love is 

truly supernatural

not tangible. 

What this he and 

wrong she have

is tangible flesh

that faded.

Tangible never lasts.

Which is why this

wrong she is on

a journey of being exposed

by all the lies and ungodly

actions in her now realized

unsatisfied execution.

Wrong she was 

on a journey to

own this he

because wrong she

felt entitled to make

this he her entity.

All wrong she looks 

like is alone and biblically foolish

by returning to her folly

in that crowds to community

cloned drone phony space

in a sinful disgrace 

no one wants her in their face.

Wrong she’s two strands

mrs. title in her worldly quicksand 

didn’t change this truth.

The default black tee

she received because she’s married

didn’t change this truth.

This wrong she

now sees what God told her

in the summer before

she got her rings 

that now make her sting:

This will not end well for you.

Let go and come home to me.

He will never be what you want.

You’ll grow further and further apart.

No one can help you undo

what you know is true.

He doesn’t belong with you.

Still knowing

how this journey will

unfold, wrong she

had a reputation 

in that building 

with no godly wings

as a law of average 

sexual savage.

Wrong she’s god complex 

made her think and sink

in the idea that she

can beat God.

Biblically no one defeated God.

No one can defeat God.  

I personally witness this wrong she

go after another man

that’s close to this he

that you keep saying

is for me Daddy.

This he and that man

used to be roommates.

I was told about two other

men she aggressively went 

on a journey to get as well.

This wrong she moves ungodly.

Biblically a woman waits.

Biblically he who findeth a wife….

findeth a good thing.

A wife cannot find herself.

This wrong she moves

ungodly in this journey

if all were still and discerned

the eyes will see

this wrong she is worldly 

and doesn’t want to be godly.

This wrong she is

on a journey of pretending

to get this he in the space

she wants him to be.

But thank God

he’s supernaturally protected

by the dome she’s rejected from

and cannot call home.

The sex, the ring exchanges, 

the trips, and everything else

this legalized lying strife

of the four hundred

forty seven day journey

cannot get this wrong she entry 

of this he’s dome.

I can have entry, and did. 

Jojo* can have entry, and did.

and her ribcage can have entry, and did.

Less than sixth

months before 

she got her hooks

into this he

God won’t stop saying 

is for me,

wrong she got another man

kicked out of that building 

with no godly wings:

on a cry of rape,

which triggered my own painful

journey I thought I escaped.

At nineteen I was raped.

That rape forever changed me.

I knew she lied immediately. 

It’s fourteen years 

later for me, and I still

have to fight to curl in a ball.

No one touched me 

for four years

after I was raped.

And I consider 

myself blessed. 

God covered me.

I never got pregnant 

or any disease.

God covered me completely 

and walked me 

through a fourteen

year painful journey that 

I’m slowly seeing 

is making me

be set free godly.

There’s no way a woman

can be raped, 

and less than four months 

later get in a new sexual relationship,

that had a four month dating 

track that landed in a marriage.

This wrong she lied.

Everything that comes out

of wrong she’s mouth is a lie.

Pathological lying is an addiction

like drugs, alcohol, and sex.

Wrong she is an addict

that gets hooked on new drugs.

Lying is wrong she’s current drug.

All things she’s at one point had

a problem with it or still does.

Only God knows what this

wrong she needs to unfold internally.

What deeply bothered me 

about that wrong she’s story,

is the women that really were/are raped.

Like me and all the others that

have a hard time admitting a painful

experience like that. 

I didn’t open my mouth right away.

And I told my family six months

to a year later. To this day

some of my family still doesn’t know. 

I was disgusted by this wrong she

ever since I heard her lying story.

But you kept me far away

from that toxic lying decay

wrong she who would never be me.

This he was so wrapped up

in the fears of his mind at the time.

It broke my heart

this wrong she used 

this he’s vulnerability 

to trick him to stick

in his space. 

It broke my heart

that so many people 

knew what this wrong she

was doing and stayed silent.

God I prayed on if they all

were supposed to stay quiet

and you said no. I wanted to

hurt them too. And lost all respect

for that fake no unity

night community full of facades

and flesh feeding human gods. 

It’s not okay the common

theme in that building 

with no godly wings

is to play god over people’s lives.

Just like the strife over this he’s life.

It doesn’t make sense 

to express what caused 

me deep stress.

Daddy you’re changing me

I can no longer keep

these hallow swallows

inside by my pride 

that lies and say I’m okay.

I’m not okay to the point

I can no longer be silent.

I’m awaken by my stake 

of fake that’s shaken 

and break me to speak up.

Because you God want me

to be set free godly.

My journey to redemption 

is confessions on a road

that exposes me

and I’m not interested in

my pain to have godly gain

because all of this will be

publicly seen. 

The only blessing in this 

is it is an opportunity for people

to connect dots 

that have similar journey’s,

and be inspired to 

want to be set free too.

Which is great but the he

that you God say is for me

scares me so deeply.

I can’t get hurt by him.

I’ll die. I know I’ll die.

I survived other experiences

through your grace 

and mercy, where you

supernaturally healed me

from what made me die but 

I cannot survive him.

I barely handled 

the direct message,

but you used 

and designed his lying words

to jolt and catapult both 

this he and me in 

our wilderness journey’s,

to expose all our hinderance’s

that we kept hidden by pride

in the slums of our 

sins and active tailspins. 

Our radioactive insides are

misguided by lies

that decayed our way

in pale scales that now fail.

The sorrow’s of 

no tomorrow’s are over.

It’s our time to stop

the clock of rewind

and free our minds.

Daddy you want us

to embrace the anointing 

in our calling to conquer

this pitfall and feel your tender

love found bound from Above.

Daddy you want us 

to breathe with ease faithfully

and be set free

for all the world to see.

Okay as long as 

you’re with me 

on this journey Daddy 

then I’m ready

to let go everything

I know. I lay down

all my expectations

and gauges from 

my family’s brokenness

because it’s truly 

a hinderance to my deliverance.

I cling to your wings Daddy

in this season of unnerving 

uncertainty on this journey. 

I don’t know what’s 

going to happen to me,

or my family but you do Daddy.

And since I trust you Daddy,

I will keep my eyes fixed

on the prize: Jesus Christ.

I will trust you Daddy

and cling to your words 

You will see.

I love you my King.

Despite this pitfall,

I’ll do this journey 

all over again

if it means 

I’m protected 

and connected 

to you Daddy 

for all eternity. 

Love your daughter.

*names changes for privacy purposes #TeamProPrivacy

hope

he’s praying 

for her obeying. 

her eyes 

are redirected 

and connected 

on the prize:

the Light

of Jesus Christ.

he + her are 

both protected.

He is the Creator 

who’s far greater 

than any mistake 

they both make.

Fear is the gear

that made them 

break in the bondage

that made them hostages.

Hope is the periscope

that guides their rope

to their three strands 

Kingdom Band

he + He + her

which will always be

the See in God’s Stir.

The unbreakable stable

bond that 

God covers

despite both 

their blunders.

Before reuniting

they had to fall

in their pitfalls

they’re both 

called to conquer 

for their purpose

on this pit stop 

known as Earth.

Their pressure

to face what they ran

from, was the quicksand

they landed in

by the slums of their sins.

sinning will never 

be godly winning.

her inner beast 

originates from the east.

he’s a higher 

intellect that 

struggles to respect

other human’s viewing 

and from whimsical west.

west + east = we 

He + we is also three.

three strands rope

is an unshakeable scope.

he is beautiful.

her being is acoustical.

Hope is the periscope

that guides their rope

to their three strands 

Kingdom Band

he + He + her

which will always be

the See in God’s Stir.

together they 

are better.

he + her will occur

when He is ready

to make two flesh

become one steady

to edify and amplify

the gospel of Christ

by their story

from dark to light.

and their pause

in His Cause.

their hiccups

and shake ups

were walkthroughs

in their breakthroughs 

from their breakdowns 

in their final bow

from the world 

boldly not coldly

maturely and faithfully

in unity for all

humanity to see

and be set free godly. 

he’s a bamboo 

with roots that grew.

her cocoon blew

so she can now 

walkthrough executing 

her flying calling

of a rib to it’s ribcage. 

Hope is the periscope

that guides their rope

to their three strands 

Kingdom Band

he + He + her

which will always be

the See in God’s Stir.

they are blue

times two 

and His Truth

by biblical proof

that can never

be diluted

from (hu)man’s 

polluted distractions

for God made a way

in the Obey of Today

for His Stir

he + He + her.

their rope is

unbreakable hope. 

a scope so dope

with a story

all predestined

for His Glory.

ashes to ashes

dust to dust.

let your image 

form Lord, and 

breathe with ease

in their nostrils

to join these 

two souls as one.

Hope is the periscope

that guides their rope

to their three strands 

Kingdom Band

he + He + her

which will always be

the See in God’s Stir.

Charity

Alabama forever changed me

it showed me I cannot do

the wrong hue that’s not true

called unhealthy ever again.

The slums of sins is unhealthy.

Lying by pride that hides

what makes us die inside

is self-misguided hurt

with no worth and pain

with no gain 

that’s all in vain.

Only through the hue

that’s true, 

where no one is bigger:

Our Creator 

can walk us from combusted

rust like lust 

where our pain will have gain.

For we are all called

to conquer our pitfalls. 

For we all have a story

that will always be

the See in God’s Glory

that sets us free faithfully

and godly for all the world 

to be in unity 

as God’s Community.

For we are ashes to ashes,

controlling savages 

that play god 

in facade sabotages

by manmade rings that sting

in a heat not neat or of God.

When our hearts are stone

we grow cold and alone

replaying decay’s of

yesterday’s 

and sorrows

of no tomorrows.

That’s when we lean on self

not Jesus Christ who’s the 

God of man and Light

of the living water wealth. 

Wisdom is wealth.

The Holy Bible is wealth.

The Holy Bible is wisdom.

Biblically wisdom 

is referenced as a she.

God finds his daughters very special.

We as women and 

His Creation must have the

audacity to actually know our worth

and not let any man hurt us

or welcome any man in our space

that can easily cause us to stumble

and fall in the pitfall from 

the safe place of His Grace. 

But thank God

that God had a plan 

for that quicksand too. 

The Cross of Calvary 

sets all humanity free 

in unity and only love

covers a multitude of sins. 

“And above all things 

have fervent charity 

among yourselves: 

for charity shall cover 

the multitude of sins.”

‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭4:8‬ ‭KJV‬‬

char·i·ty

[ˈCHerədē]


NOUN


* kindness and tolerance in judging others: 
”she found it hard to look on her mother with much charity”

    * archaic
 

love of humankind, typically in a Christian context: 
”faith, hope, and charity”

Before Alabama I was unhappy for a very long time. My unhappiness affected my humanistic movements in a very unhealthy way. Over time, I became bitter, and angry where I started cursing more frequently, and just became nasty. When I first became saved, on 4.4.14, which is the best day of my life to date: when I turned my back to the world boldly not coldly. I was truly happy. Praying all day, which I still do but I read the word of God with such zeal and excitement, so hungry to learn my blueprint, and start walking like a biblical woman of God. 4.4.14 was the day I took a leap and actively decided to walk in intention, to no longer be stronger in being cheap, creeping, and sleeping with the enemy in misery as a hostage from my bondages. I sat in stillness, and in my layer of prayer with God. I pleaded that my King move me out my own way. I prayed for discernment, and for the courage to accept the things I cannot change, and God’s Wisdom to never move ahead of my Creator. 

I was in a state of clarity for only four months at the time. December 27, 2013 I decided to walk away from the decay of a yesterday that kept me hostage in the bondage called lust. I let go of what I knew through the hue of a man God never said was for me. I never took the last man that ever touched me to God. I walked in hurt with no worth, and carried pain with no gain all in vain, as I secretly died on the inside from all my lies. I never liked or believed in sex before marriage, but I was so tired of being made fun of, and being called crazy that I convinced myself I could conform to this broken norm. 

Even then I was set apart, and God’s work of art. God blessed me with such intensity of charity through my best friend Jojo* I saw with tangibility what trying to be a Christian, and a woman in all sincerity looked like in real life. Growing up it was intimidating reading about the amazing women of God in the Bible. I used to always tell myself I can’t be Esther, heck no I cannot be Ruth, and heck to the no no no no I cannot be Hannah, Samuel’s mother. I would’ve snapped and gave up. Hannah was a special breed of woman. I grew up desperate to see what a biblical woman walked like in modern day time. And when I saw I couldn’t find that I gave up, and thought I had to conform to the world. But God used that for His Glory, because even then I was His Story. 

Alabama forever changed me

it showed me I cannot do

the wrong hue that’s not true

called unhealthy ever again.

The slums of sins is unhealthy.

Lying by pride that hides

what makes us die inside

is self-misguided hurt

with no worth and pain

with no gain 

that’s all in vain.

Only through the hue

that’s true, 

where no one is bigger:

Our Creator 

can walk us from combusted

rust like lust 

where our pain will have gain.

For we are all called

to conquer our pitfalls. 

For we all have a story

that will always be

the See in God’s Glory

that sets us free faithfully

and godly for all the world 

to be in unity 

as God’s Community.

For we are ashes to ashes,

controlling savages 

that play god 

in facade sabotages

by manmade rings that sting

in a heat not neat or of God.

When our hearts are stone

we grow cold and alone

replaying decay’s of

yesterday’s 

and sorrows

of no tomorrows.

That’s when we lean on self

not Jesus Christ who’s the 

God of man and Light

of the living water wealth. 

Wisdom is wealth.

The Holy Bible is wealth.

The Holy Bible is wisdom.

Biblically wisdom 

is referenced as a she.

God finds his daughters very special.

We as women and 

His Creation must have the

audacity to actually know our worth

and not let any man hurt us

or welcome any man in our space

that can easily cause us to stumble

and fall in the pitfall from 

the safe place of His Grace. 

But thank God

that God had a plan 

for that quicksand too. 

The Cross of Calvary 

sets all humanity free 

in unity and only love

covers a multitude of sins. 

“And above all things 

have fervent charity 

among yourselves: 

for charity shall cover 

the multitude of sins.”

‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭4:8‬ ‭KJV‬‬

I finally get I’m not crazy God, and that what I have the ability to see and pick up was given to me supernaturally, because you trust me Daddy. That in itself blows my mind, because I’m a hot mess, lol. I know myself and the loose canon I can be; but you check me faithfully in charity. I’m protected, because you and I are deeply connected. I accept and receive this truth, because I study your biblical proof. Thank you Daddy. I love you Lord.

Thank you for patiently waiting until it hurt enough for both Jojo* and I to tap out of our chase to walk the worldly race of disgrace: to help the blind find the time, and pause the cause of rewind. To talk the worldly race of disgrace: to reach and teach Your Chosen to be still and grab Your Gills. To walk the worldly race of disgrace: to help the pale scales to fail, and to no longer feed wrong weed seeds in broken need known as cheap thrills, that will never replace the empty space with temporary confetti. That’s a disobeying rat race away from the switch in the gift: Obey in Today. 

Thank you King for showing me that the working industry is corrupted no matter the category. Daddy you knew my curious and determined mind, so you let me live in my quest that you are now going to use for Your Glory, because I was always set apart as your work of art and Your Story. I worked in five industries: real estate, sales, retail, legal, and education. They’re all corrupted and suffer from the brokenness of micro aggression. What really blew my mind about my latest assignment as your reacher in the role of teacher, was that education was corrupted. It made me undone that beautiful children of God were not being protected, instead many humans saw them as dollar signs to fatten pockets, instead of grooming those beautiful leaders of tomorrow, to be better together on this pitstop called earth. 

My three mental breakdowns were a cupcake, that prepared me for the toughest journey to date: witnessing this man in my veins finished story with that woman you God never picked for this man, (hu)man’s picked her for this man; especially how this woman planted herself, in this man’s space in his vulnerable state. The other hardest journey was this latest assignment as teacher that was starting to kill me and Jojo. We were decaying, and decay’s are not the godly way. It finally hurt enough God for me to admit I cannot work for another corrupted human ever again. I’ll lose my mind for good this time. I truly believe all the knowledge I’ve acquired from these industries will be used for the next glory, and by the blueprints you’ve shown Jojo and I. Daddy we are ready for that lift off. Of course your timing not our own. So when you see fit you will lift our plane to take off. Just to let you know, Jojo and I are hungry to wear the hats of entrepreneurs. Every bone in our bodies reject the prospect of employee. It’s not for me or her. Part the Red Sea Daddy the only way you know how to. 

Alabama forever changed me

it showed me I cannot do

the wrong hue that’s not true

called unhealthy ever again.

The slums of sins is unhealthy.

Lying by pride that hides

what makes us die inside

is self-misguided hurt

with no worth and pain

with no gain 

that’s all in vain.

Only through the hue

that’s true, 

where no one is bigger:

Our Creator 

can walk us from combusted

rust like lust 

where our pain will have gain.

For we are all called

to conquer our pitfalls. 

For we all have a story

that will always be

the See in God’s Glory

that sets us free faithfully

and godly for all the world 

to be in unity 

as God’s Community.

For we are ashes to ashes,

controlling savages 

that play god 

in facade sabotages

by manmade rings that sting

in a heat not neat or of God.

When our hearts are stone

we grow cold and alone

replaying decay’s of

yesterday’s 

and sorrows

of no tomorrows.

That’s when we lean on self

not Jesus Christ who’s the 

God of man and Light

of the living water wealth. 

Wisdom is wealth.

The Holy Bible is wealth.

The Holy Bible is wisdom.

Biblically wisdom 

is referenced as a she.

God finds his daughters very special.

We as women and 

His Creation must have the

audacity to actually know our worth

and not let any man hurt us

or welcome any man in our space

that can easily cause us to stumble

and fall in the pitfall from 

the safe place of His Grace. 

But thank God

that God had a plan 

for that quicksand too. 

The Cross of Calvary 

sets all humanity free 

in unity and only love

covers a multitude of sins. 

“And above all things 

have fervent charity 

among yourselves: 

for charity shall cover 

the multitude of sins.”

‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭4:8‬ ‭KJV‬‬

I’m so excited 

Crysta’s anilulated

Jojo’s anilulated

Jojo’s ribcage 

is being anilulated

and so is mine.

It hurts enough 

for all of us 

to wake up

from the choking

and provoking 

evoking talk

of sleepwalking.

Thank you King

for making our souls sing.

Love your daughter.

*names changed for privacy purposes. #TeamProPrivacy