Birth The Light

The life we live is a funny thing

Feeling one’s heart as it sings

Songs of love and hate collide,

Two rivers raging side-by-side.

One pulls soft, like morning rain,

The other burns with hidden pain.

We learn to give, then hesitate—

To rise above, then bow to fate.

Oh how we walk this razor line,

Between the beast and the divine.

To hold the blow, yet still embrace,

To vanish me and make Him place.

For love without the hate is weak,

And hate without the love is bleak.

The two are forged inside our chest,

So we may find the One Who’s best.

I break, I mend, I fall, I stand—

Each step not mine, but by His hand.

The opposites in me unite:

Dark becomes fuel, to birth the Light.

Heart Made New

Heart Made New

The right love doesn't hide

It cuts you open from inside

It burns the lies you held so dear

And whispers, “Brother, I am here.”

It isn't soft, it isn't kind

It drags the ego out the mind

It tears the heart, but leaves it whole

It carves a vessel from the soul

It throws you down so you can kneel

So faith above the reason’s real

It breaks the walls you built for years

And washes you with silent tears

In the ten, this love is born

From every fall, from every scorn

We learn to rise, to bend, to give

To die each day — and yet to live

The right love doesn’t let you stay

Inside your self, locked far away

It lifts you into one shared breath

Where “I” dissolves a holy death

So take my heart, Creator, please

The Place The Knife Opens

I woke with a hole where my chest used to be,

An emptiness screaming like oceans in me.

No answer, no comfort, no wisdom to find—

Just a silence that claws at the edges of mind.

I begged for relief, for a reason, a light,

For someone to tell me I’m doing this right.

But the heavens stayed quiet, the floor fell away,

And I learned that the void is where He wants me to pray.

This pain isn’t punishment, loss, or mistake—

It’s the hunger He carves so my soul will awake.

For the cup that is empty is ready to fill,

And the heart that is broken can learn to be still.

So I stand here with nothing, with no place to land,

And I stretch out my wounds like a child with his hand.

Fill me, my Father, with love from above—

For this brutal is holy, and it’s covered in love.

The Creator's Embrace

As society breaks apart

They'll need to know how to start

Living this life anew

Without the problems that went askew

My heart bleeds for the Creator's love

Forgetting how to rise above

Sometimes i don't know if i am coming or going

In the storm, the pain keeps growing

I scream in silence to the empty air

Wondering if anyone is truly there

My chest feels heavy like it's caving in

Dragging the memory of every sin

I love the ten but my ego fights

Claws in my throat in sleepless nights

One breath of love, then poison thought

Each step forward feels like i'm caught

But still i drag myself back to the flame

Calling the Creator's endless name

Tear-stained prayers mixed with trembling rage

Trying to write love on a burning page

I don't want peace if it's empty and cold

I want a heart that the ten can hold

I want to burn, to break, to fall

If that's what it takes to love through it all

So take my confusion, take my spite

Take the war I wage each endless night

Hold me in the space between despair and grace

Until i vanish from myself

Leaving only Your embrace