Category Archives: Poems

If I said I knew it all I’d be lying

If I said I know where I’m going, It’ll probably be a bigger lie

I’m completely blind, but your name keeps me going

Your name is the love song that carries me on

My sorrow is much

But I cannot forget you

It’s like your name is the password to my heart
Oh, Yeshua HaMashiach lead me gentle Shepard

For this sheep is blind, lost and weary

Just like Jacob’s stripped sheep, I ascended with the label zebra 

My God, my God, I sing a song to your name in my heart

If you will hear me, don’t leave me alone

Gather me and mine onto yourself
I search for you from dawn till dusk

And the adversary mocks and taunts me, asking; “where is your God” & “there is no God”

My heart is bare before you

I have only you upon my heart and upon my lips

My grief has become grievous because it seems they’ve stolen you from me

Do not delay

Please reveal your truth


Above all else I hope I’m able to meet your standards

Not anyone else’s, but yours alone

Above all else, I hope I didn’t let you down

And you look down on me not only with pity but with love

Because I have loved you with every fiber of my being

Above all else I hope you look with eyes of mercy on they that you gave me

Because yours they were, and you gave them to me

Above all else I hope I made you proud

That’s all a servant longs for. 

I yearn to say I’m your child, but who am I kidding, I’ll happily settle for servant

If you break me, you are able to fix me up again

I hold on to you and no one else

Just like the psalmist, I bear afflictions for you

So above all else, please don’t leave me hanging!


Watchman what about the night?Poet where is your pen? 

Shall I write of you? 

Should I tell the truth?

Is your truth known?

Watchman what about the night? 

Are you ready?

Is the terror gone?

Are we there yet? 

Have we reached his presence?

When will they let us alone to serve in the presence of our God

With a pure heart and a true spirit?

When will they let us alone?

When will they stop to twist the truth?

When will they stop the lies

Watchman what time is it?

Tell them to leave us alone

We’re children of the most high

We cannot change our stripes

Watchman what about the night?

Is terror gone yet?


He’s given me a new charge
Not many can look into this
For sin is complete and prophecy is fulfilled
A new thing has begun
Even now it springs forth
Blessed are those who wait on the living God
And know his name
It’s complete
A new song is written
A new melody is started
Even now Prophecy is complete
He made me a watchman
Now I must speak
For my watch is come
I must stand at my post
Ready with a tune that beats to his name


I can write to you of my love for you, but now my spirit is broken and no words can describe my pain

I can tell you all about my heart ache for you 

But my spirit is broken and I’ve no where to turn

I would tell you my love for you has killed me

But your spirit would simply bring me back again just to afflict me 

I know it’s not you, but the watchmen who barely know you

Yet I wish you would deal with me directly

It’s easy to say I give up

That my heart is broken and I can no longer love you

But who am I kidding

You knew I would never stop loving you before you called me into existence 

Now what’s left of me? 

Does a man go into desolation because he loves his God

Or will his God find him and heal him of his affliction.

I read the words: “I’ve spoken”, twice. Now I use those same words.

It’s your turn!


There was a time when I could count the Omers, say la Shana tova, & rosh hashana, but then my time came and there was non to count with me. 

I was expectant of you. Knowing it was time, but I had no clue what it was time for. And for that I’m truly sorry. 

It’s the beginning of days, the beginning of freedom, perhaps the beginning of a new hope. A hope only you and I know about.

I spoke with new tongues. It wasn’t even Pentecost. At least I’m not sure it was, because I ended up calling it necromancy. 

How does one speak with the voice of the dead? Perhaps that’s why Yeshua said they’re not dead. For He’s not the God of the dead, but the God of the living

A new fear, a new dread, a new hope, and a new voice. Like a rushing river, a million voices stilled by the need to be what I perceive whole again. Yet waiting for you to confirm your word. Because I know insanity is sanity, and nothing is truly as it is. 

Now I speak in phrases only you and I know about. Hoping you’ll tell me I didn’t miss you. That I didn’t trade you for something else, and you’re still here. Just a lot more closer, and a lot more comfy.

I guess this is my story. The story of us. 1 more prophet. 


Funny how just about everyone has the name Jesus on their lips, yet if I say I saw Jesus you’d be the first to commit me to an insane house

I would say I saw Jesus, but it was the spirit of Ephraim that led me, and the words of Yeshua that saved me, yet salvation is a soliloquy

I shouldn’t be allowed to do a lot of things. Yet freedom has perfected craft. They seek my craft with an empty heart, and fill the gaps with selfish knowledge.
Now craft knows not Salem, and Salem is devoid of Yehu. The big white whale is now a demon for trying to protect his own, and moby’s story is no better than an ignorant matrix trilogy

The writers, the writers! The storytellers are liars, no more than vanity and vain theories. Making us chasers of chaos, for a single butterfly effect to complete perfection.

If only we knew, if only we knew! We would cry out for a glimpse of your faith. 


I went searching for the one they call Solomon’s wisdom

I went searching for something, I can now no longer remember

Oh yes, I went searching for the promise 

The promise from of old

The one the watchmen have cleverly hidden

The one the clever ones know to speak nothing of

Like your fool, I went searching for you

Cunning wisdom, some call Sophia

A nameless one named by man

But what I found was afflicted

What I found was madness

What I found was death blossoming into life

An unholy crow sanctified by God alone

They said I was crazy

But life is crazy

To be alive is to be dead

To be aware is to be alive yet dead

Where’s the promise of old

The new to become

In Golgotha which is to say skull 

There they crucified us

There they left us to rot in the morning sun

Save us Lord, save us

For our delusion is more than we can bare

We’ve become the sons of sorrow

And our prophesy has become endless

Save us Lord, save us

For our rock is unknown in this earth


How do you teach a man to love

How do you teach a man to carve out his heart and offer it on an altar

How do you teach a man the meaning of love

The tree of life is love 

God is love 

We say the words, but does man understand those words


Your name is a love song to me

I’m stricken

Broken for you

I’m sick from love

The pain is as a million knives to my heart

I will seek your face from dawn till dusk

I will seek you alone till I find you

Bring me home to you

Bring me unto you

For I’m weary of these treacherous roads

I’m weary because I know how dreadful you are

Yet I love you so

Oh lover of my soul

You’re the very fabric of my existence

In you alone I live move and breath

Oh how I love you so, with every bit of me

My heart is yours

Yours to keep or kill

For I am sick from love and wish not to be cured

Let me wallow in you 

Let my heart bleed for you

For my love for you is as a scarlet cord

None can comprehend the whole of it. 



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