Psalms In The Heart

THE MORNING ROLLERCOASTER — Full Epic Version PART I — WAKING INTO THE WAR I wake in the morning and thank G-D I’m alive, already bracing my soul for the next hard dive. This corporal world jerks me side to side, a rusted-out ego-run carnival ride. My phone buzzes early like a demon on cue, whispering, “Bill… there’s trouble for you.” Bills on the table, the tank’s running dry, the body groans louder than my morning sigh. But somewhere inside there’s a flickering grace, a memory of friends, each heart, each face. And before the world drags me back into night, I reach for the Ten — my one source of Light. PART II — THE FALL AND THE FIGHT Every step forward the ego screams, “Mine!” poisoning the heart like a cheap boxed wine. It claws and it argues, it wants to divide, to throw me off balance on this wild-ass ride. Carl’s voice in the Zoom cuts through the doubt, Terry shows up steady even when he’s burnt-out. Joe Bash brings thunder, Joe Donnelly brings calm, like two sides of mercy str...

  “What It Takes to Open a Heart” What does it take for the heart to know, that it’s safe to crack wide and finally show, the friends the storms that tear you apart, the blood-raw truth of an opening heart? It takes dying to pride till your knees hit the floor, letting ego scream while you open the door, letting them see where you’re broken and torn, admitting you’re lost, beaten down, and worn. It takes trusting the Ten with your trembling soul, handing them pieces you barely control, letting them hold you when you collapse inside, revealing the fear you’ve spent years trying to hide. It takes swallowing shame like a handful of nails, confessing your failures, your secrets, your fails, letting their warmth touch the places you choke, letting their love melt the armor you’ve built from the smoke. It takes faith in the Creator who carved every scar, knowing He placed each friend exactly where they are, so when you open your heart and let all things be, you’re not falling apart ...

  🌑 “When the Tides Break the Heart” 🌑 The tides are rising with every breath within, they crash through my chest like a long-lost sin. They come as a test to shred my skin, to show me where the damn work must begin. Every thought that stabs is a knife in my lung, every action exposes how far I’ve swung. Every desire that crawls from the muck I’ve spun exists for one reason— to force us to unite as one . The ego screams, “Run!” but the heart says, “Bleed.” The Creator whispers, “Break—this is what you need.” So the waves keep pounding till my pride is undone, till I drown in the pain that welds us as one . Brother… this path is a war we never outrun. But the blows are holy, and the wounds are the sun. We rise from the wreckage with nothing to shun— for every tide that crushes us makes us one .

When trouble comes the Heart knows it tries to prepare you for the show. It lurks in the shadows of the night, hiding from you the glorious Light. It keeps you balanced on tippy toes, showing you how all is your foe. Bleeding anger, hate, and lust, until your chest caves in from the thrust. It shatters because it knows what you need— to burn out all that lust and greed. It cracks to pour the poison out, so love can rise where once was doubt. It breaks so the Ten can enter in, so faith can stitch the torn within. And every fracture, every scar, is the Creator pulling you back from far.

🔥 “What Enters the Heart — Taste the Break, See the Light” 🔥 (A combined poem of Shamati 34 + Psalm 34,) I bless the Lord with shattered breath, Yet faith cuts deeper than any death. Reason trembles, the body screams, But the heart remembers all its dreams. When faith walks in, the ego cries, It burns the truth behind its lies. I ran to Him with trembling bones, He heard my fear in silent groans. The will-to-receive claws at my chest, It wants the crown, it wants the rest. My fears still stalk me through the night, Yet He lifts me into hidden Light. One moment strong, the next I fall, A thousand deaths — I bear them all. The crushed in spirit? That’s my tribe, The broken ones who can’t describe. Reason whispers, “Turn around,” But faith is a knife without a sound. The world threw stones to crush my name, He turned each blow to rising flame. The heart is marked by holy scars, Descent and doubt become its bars. Taste and see — the bitter sweet, Where His harsh mercy comes to meet. Eve...

🔥 “Taste and See the Break Within Me” — A Psalm 34 Poem 🔥 I bless the Lord with shattered breath, I praise His Name through life and death. My fears still howl like wolves at night, Yet He lifts me up into His Light. I ran to Him with trembling bones, He heard my cry in all my groans. The world threw stones to crush my name, But He turned each blow to rising flame. The crushed in spirit — that’s my tribe, The broken ones who can’t describe Why every fall feels carved in stone, Yet somehow leads us back to Home. My heart is bruised from years of war, It bleeds the truth I can't ignore: The ego screams to take control, While He hunts down my scattered soul. Taste and see — it’s bitter sweet, His love will break you just to meet The part of you you try to hide, The wounded child you left inside. The righteous ache — we’re torn apart, But He is close to the broken heart. He counts each tear we try to swallow, He lights the path we’re scared to follow. Many afflictions burn our days, ...

🔥 “What Enters the Heart Never Leaves” — A Poem on Shamati 34 🔥 When faith walks in, the body screams, It shatters logic, rips old dreams. The heart’s a vault of holy scars, Where broken truth becomes our bars. Reason whispers, “Turn around,” But faith is a knife without a sound. It cuts you open to let in Light, It blinds the mind but heals the fight. The will-to-receive claws at your chest, It wants the throne, it wants the rest. But faith above that bitter voice Is where the soul begins its choice. One moment strong, the next you fall, A thousand times — and that’s not all. He lifts you up, then hides His face, Till love is forged from your disgrace. The heart remembers every blow, Every descent, every “no.” And though the mind forgets the day, The heart keeps all you give away. It holds the tears you didn’t show, The prayers you whispered soft and low, The fear you swallowed not to break, The lies you fought for Heaven’s sake. Faith is a storm that breaks your bones, Reason is d...