Monthly Archives: January 2014

Fertile Land

What if.. it never rained?
If, my dad had stayed
And there was no need to jump out the nest. If, I was born soaring
If, pages were turned, and stories changed
And we never crossed paths with God’s rage
If, that unborn child hadn’t met death before it even got the chance to cry
If, hearts never got swept off their feet by strong, but unstable lies
If, knives never punctured backs
If, walls were never built, or boundaries set in place
If, there was no such thing as race, and we were united like rainbows
If, cupids arrow penetrated every soul
If, I hadn’t walked past that man asking for change, or
Hadn’t looked the other way when I saw the faces of those missing children plastered on the walls
If, those two buildings didnt have to fall, if the government wasn’t corrupt, and earning the next buck wasn’t the purpose of life
If, sick people didn’t take advantage of a kid’s mind before it was ripe
If, Eve never tasted that fruit
If, humanity wasn’t tainted
And we could take a blank canvas and paint it
With new things existing under the Sun, so the same things wouldn’t keep getting burned
Like our ancestors, who hung like wind chimes
We’d rewind to when we dwelled in our Mother’s Hands,
And realize that these fertile lands wouldn’t have grown
If, it never rained.


I Saw God in an Atheist




The day I saw God in an atheist

I didn’t want to believe it, didn’t know he could achieve it

This omnipotent being, residing in such a filthy home

Who would’ve ever known, that he would stoop so low

So low.. So low..  So low

Thought I was misperceiving, what are my eyes seeing

Such humility.. Such humility.. Humility

Many would say I was deceived, and that I needed to pray

Needed to pray.. Needed to pray.. Pray

And on that day, I saw His beauty for the first time

Oh how beautiful. How beautiful. Beautiful

The magnitude of his glory, the depths of his love

Humble enough, to shine through the cracks of broken pottery


Then I realized the image that I idolized

Was nothing more than an outer disguise

The pretty sermons of preachers

Priests determining what sin was, or was that Constantine

Either way, I constantly searched for perfection

Through following a list of standards no man could meet

Leaving services empty handed, the holy casino

Because He knows, that I need to pay those bills

And if I gamble my offering, I may reap a field

May gain a shield against that abyss, if I start swinging

These righteous fists, at every defiled ….atheist..


The day I saw God.

I saw a one winged angel fly

I saw a liar help an old lady cross the street

I saw an adulterer holding a sign against war

I saw Jesus, on his knees, washing feet