Sweet Gift From Yah

At first light, soft and sweet

You remind me of honeysuckle in the wind.

Small and minute, you sometimes go unnoticed.

Once in the spotlight of their eyes though,

They can’t help but breath in your sweet beauty.

And now you have my attention.

Changing with such ease

You are now mesmerizing.

Like the flames of a fire,

Or the rippling water of a stream;

I can’t keep my eyes away from you.

What a beautiful voice,

That speaks to my soul.

Now you have become so strong.

I can’t help but think of thunder-storm

Or a lion roar.

My heart beats as if it’s about to explode,

But yet my smile is broad.

You finally grow slow again,

Like a sea that that had raged but now is calm.

Tears find their way to my eyes.

Only now am I able to look away to the people all around me.

I see their calm and peaceful face

And realize that you are a gift from Yahuwah,

For being able to bring all these people to this place.

How can something be so beautiful,

But yet unseen?   

How can you speak to me so deeply

Yet without uttering a word?

Finally you are gone.

No fingerprints are left,

No sign that you ever had existed,

Just the memory that ring in our minds.

Thank you,

Sweet gift from Yah.

Nerdified Photos

As some of you may know, I am a pretty big nerd when it comes to sci-fi stuff, especially Star Wars stuff. But something you might not have known –because I just started getting into it- is that I like to photo-shop pictures. So with this new found talent and my geekieness (not a word) I came up with these pictures.

      The first picture I found on the web and then changed it a bit, so it would work as my cover for the book I’m writing The Cold Killer.



The hardest part was getting the glow from the lightsabers to reflet the eyes.



When I say a bit, I actually mean a lot, because this is what it looked like before I got it.





Before I got my hands on it. See what I mean by "a lot"?

The next one was a little more involved and I needed some help with it. My sister volunteered to help me out with it (her being the photographer and me being the model). So she and I went up to our backyard hill that looks very wild like. And me using a stick as my lightsaber we took some pictures (some meaning like 50). I’m not going to show you all of them of course, but here are two of them that we took.

What they look like without the photo-shop….







Now here is what it looks like with the changes....

And yes I have redish skin. You should see the one with me having purple hair... Now that's freaky







This next one my sister took after I got dressed up like a pirate. It was in the field behind our house. It was getting dark but we wanted to get this picture before we went back inside.

This is why.....

Making my hair dark was the hardest part, but I think it looks pretty cool. I have always wanted black hair. J

Well that’s it for now. Hope you like my nerdy photo shoot. Till next time…

Yah Bless!! :D



Attack of the Little Furry Monsters

Waking up to a blaring sound.

Blurry eyed I crawl out of bed,
Unaware of what's around.

Not ready to start the day,

But know I have to.

Brush teeth though still asleep.

Try not to fall over while putting on clothes.

Reflection staring at me as I untangle my hair;

Looking as tired as I feel.

Finally it’s time to face the day.

I go outside to embrace the day,

But I am hit with horror instead.

Ready to scream I look at the destruction that as gone on.

Holes dug.

Petals pulled.

Leaves chewed.

What creature caused this mayhem?

Then I see.

Not creature, but creatures are the culprits.

They look up at me daring me to scream.

But I can’t.

I am speechless as I see them rip my flowers.

Their small clawed paws tear at the defenseless leaves.

White teeth ripping without any care to what they've done.

They are my little furry monsters.

Beautiful Backyard Song



The birds’ sweet song is surrounding me.

They seem to be calling me to be all that I am meant to be.

Breathing in the sweet country air I begin to sing.

The birds are my melody I am their harmony.

I can feel the soft grass beneath my feet.

The blades tickle my feet.

Laughing, I begin to dance;

My arms in the air,

My whole body spins around and around as though I were the wind itself.

I close my eyes as I lift my head to the sky;

Still laughing, still spinning.

The earth is my stage.

The sun is my spot light.

I can hear the trees moving to the song’s beat.

They are my dancers,

Singing with me.

The sheets on the clothesline are whipping in the wind.

They look like arms reaching out to me;

Pure and strong.

They are my rhythm to this beautiful backyard song.

“Yahweh, dear Father

Never let this moment end”

Is my plea.

I hear His laughter.

It is its own song,

Yet it seems to fit with the music.

I can feel Him smiling down upon me.

“You can have this moment everyday,

For I give you the ability to praise.”

With that I awake to realize that it is only a dream.

The song and dance is no longer there.

Sadness creeps upon me,

I have lost my beautiful song.

Then, like a soft whisper I hear it,

My song!

I jump out of bed,

Run to the backdoor following the song.

Throwing open the door I can’t help but laugh.

There looking right at me is my beautiful backyard song.

Running out, barefoot and PJs

I begin to dance.

I sing the song of my dreams,

“Thank you Yah,

For you have given me the ability to praise!”  

My Beloved is Mine

Several months ago I was going through a hard time. Through that hard time I had come to believe that I was worthless, that no one would ever love me. It took- or should I saying taking- a lot of time to make myself realize that I am worth something, that there is someone out there that loves me. His name is Yahshua, my groom-to-be and He has a Father that is also waiting for me with open arms wide. All I have to do –all we have to do- is come to Him humbled and willing to do whatever He asks.

I know it sounds crazy, but yes to be with our True Love we have to learn to obey Him and His Father. Here’s the cool thing though, They know what’s best for us, so there is no reason not to disobey them. Sometimes it might seem that we can’t measure up to Their expectations, but that’s another cool part about it all… They forgive and show us mercy, but most of all love. If we just ask They will give us a hand up and help brush us off. All we have to do is admit that we have fallen down, need help back up and do our best to not fall into anymore potholes.

Now don’t get me wrong, They will always love you. You can’t change that even if you wanted to- and trust me you don’t. They are calling us all to become The Bride. “Many are called, but few are chosen” Matthew 22:14

So please, I beg you, be in the group that are chosen. You will not regret it.



Mooonlight Dancer Why Not Me

Silence…

Like the quiet before the storm.

She lifts her foot just inches from the ground.

Pointing it like an arrow she waits for it all to begin.
It’s her moment, her time to be wild and free.

Every muscle tense,

Every limb set in a perfect pose,

There she waits.

Now it is finally time for her to shine.

With a loud burst like thunder she begins.

Jumping high into the air

She is the wind that rolls over the hill.

Moving her arms with grace

She is the branches of the trees swaying.

Her face is so tight and emotionless,

Yet you can’t help but stare.

She is like a china doll,

But unbreakable.

With refinement and regality she moves across the floor.

She is the swan,

I am the ugly duckling.

Envy fills my heart as I see her dance with such polished beauty.

Why her and not me?

She is the moonlight dancer;

Shining brighter than us all.

I sit watching her on that stage.

Tears come to my eyes,

But not because of the beauty of it all.

It is because of something dark and deep that is within me.

Like strong talon hands it grabs me…

Jealousy.

Now I am no longer seeing the beauty.

No longer looking at her with awe but hatred.

Why couldn’t have I been content?

Where did I lose sight of the beauty?

Moonlight Dancer I am sorry.

Please forgive me.   







The Reasoning Behind Women

The poem goes out to all the guys that ask this question,

"Did I do something wrong?"

Implosion, explosion,

What’s the difference when it’s happening to my head?

I am ready to scream,

But I dare not for I already feel the affect of my unmade cry.

What is that blasted ringing?

I want to dig my fingers in my skull and screech like a bat,

But of course I just sit in silent pain.

I feel as though I’m in a crowd when I’m only with a few.

People that use to be so sweet are now aggravating.

Why are all the lights so freakin’ bright in here?

I feel like a lioness that is ready to roar.

But I am the mouse, silent as stone.

You people talk about nothing as though it was something.

With every word you speak brings you closer to your most certain death.

Oh Yahweh, please help me to refrain from killing these poor fellows.

I hate today and the next,

Because I know it will just bring the same.

Yesterday was the rose,

Now today is the thorn.

Why is the past better than the now?

You may ask.

I shall reply with a smile like the Cheshire cat,

“Because my dear, yesterday was just fine,”

“Now it’s PMS time.”