Psalms In The Heart

Three H’s  Three H’s hit hard like a boot to the chest, They drag you through fire till you’re stripped of the rest. Surrender your pride, boy, this ain’t some small test, The Creator wants all—not the part you think’s best. First comes letting go—man, it tears you apart, It rips through the ego like a blade through the heart. You fall to your knees thinking, “Where do I start?” But the breaking is mercy disguised as His art. Break me, remake me, I’m done with the fight, Fuse me with brothers and pull me to Light. Three H’s are wounds but they lead me aright, ’Cause we only rise up when we die to the night. Second comes mixing, you’re swallowed in pain, You bleed with the Ten like you share the same vein. Your losses are theirs, your heartbreak their chain, Till love starts to bloom in the cracks of your brain. Third comes awakening, lightning and flame, He burns you alive just to carve out His name. Your will ain't your own—you ain’t playing no game, But damn, through the fire, yo...

“To My Boys — Jacob and Noah” I was given years, somewhere seventy to a hundred to see, what really matters, what stays, what’s left of me. I’m standing still strong, breath steady, bones intact, so hear these words now—there’s no going back. Jacob, my son, though blood may debate, you were mine long before the world learned to hate. I was the man who held you, the voice that you knew, the only damn father who showed up for you. If anger was born from a moment I missed, or pain I was never told to resist, know this truth clear, without excuse or disguise— I never turned away, I never closed my eyes. Noah, my boy, you stayed close through it all, through the rises of joy and the long hard falls. I watched you become what a man should be, a father, a pillar, a legacy. Three little souls call you Dad with pride, and every time they do, my heart opens wide. You don’t just live life—you live it right, and you’ve been my proof on the darkest night. I’ve loved you both when I was broken and b...

I. THE POEM 🔥 “THE SEVEN ROADS THAT BREAK A MAN” (A brutal  biker-Kabbalah poem ) Bet hits first like a curse on a long damn road, blessing hides in the ditch where the busted dreams explode. One minute I thank the Creator for the ride I’m on, next minute I’m screaming, “Why’d You leave me alone?” Gimel cuts deep like chrome on a cold steel night, giving feels holy till the ego says, “Fight.” I try to bestow but the beast grabs hold, and I’m stealing back love like a thief in the cold. Dalet opens empty like a fuel tank dry, rich in the spirit or poor enough to die. One mile I’m flying with abundance in my chest, next mile I’m broke, burned out, and distressed. Kaf swings life or death like a curve in the rain, life when I give, death when I’m chained. My Harley roars truth that the sages all teach: you live when you love, and you die when you reach. Pe shakes me inside with peace or war, peace when I rise, war when I want more. Every breath is a battlefield, every thought a landm...

🔥 “Steel & Spirit on Highway One” (A biker-prayer poem for Mike and every rider who ever chased truth across the asphalt) The engine growls like a wounded prayer, begging the road to strip us bare, we ride through storms the heart won’t show, chasing the fire only riders know. The paint is chipped, the chrome is scarred, life burns its lessons long and hard, we lost some friends along the line, their names still roar inside the spine. Wind cuts deep like a lover’s lie, but the throttle lifts us toward the sky, every tear that hits the wind gets turned to steel and rides again. We’ve bled on gravel, kissed the rain, patched our jackets with our pain, yet every mile, the truth gets clear— the Force of Love is always near. You think it’s torque that keeps us free, but it’s the One Light riding endlessly, guiding the lost, the brave, the worn, through nights so cold the soul feels torn. Yeah, we cursed the heavens, broke our trust, buried dreams in roadside dust, but Love keeps haunti...

🔥   “When She Finally Walks In”   — A Brutal Love Prayer Poem I’ve walked through three lifetimes with rings on my hand, learning how love falls apart like footprints in sand. But the next one, Creator, let her be carved from Your flame, a woman whose heart beats the same holy Name. Let her beauty be radiant—both spirit and skin, a woman who glows from the light found within. No laziness dragging her steps through the day, no dimness or dullness to get in the way. Let her be strong, let her rise, let her walk by my side, sharing this path, this ascent, this impossible ride. Let her body be shaped like a blessing You send, and her soul be the force that can finish my end. May she match me in fire, intention, and pace, her eyes burning truth when she looks at my face. May her will be unbroken, her passion ablaze, two sparks fused together in all of our days. Let her hunger for unity, storms and all, to rise when I rise and not let me fall. Let her answer my heart when it trembl...

🔥 The Missing Conversation of Hearts 🔥 We sit in the lesson pretending we’re one, but the moment it ends, every heart comes undone. We mute the Zoom and forget what we felt, like the warmth of the fire just suddenly melts. We talk of connection, of rising above, yet we carry no friend in our pockets of love. No whispered prayer for Carl when the storm hits his day, no heartbeat for Terry when his strength slips away. Joe Bash fights his demons alone in the night, Joe Donnelly bleeds quietly out of our sight. Derick breaks open but no one can tell, Oscar stands waving from inside his own hell. Jean’s got a sorrow we never can feel, Ilya prays softly but we’re nowhere near real. Aron holds burdens he never unloads, ’Cause none of us walk with him down those dark roads. We cry for the Creator but forget where He starts— He’s built in the space between trembling hearts. But how can He rise when we’re worlds torn apart and we never have that missing conversation of heart ? The truth hits...

Where The Creator Hides Between Us When ten men bend their pride to give, they taste the reason they were born to live. Each tries to bestow though his ego screams “No!” and from this shattered effort, the first lights start to glow. We push through bills, through fears, through endless crap, through mornings where we’d rather stay curled in a trap, but the moment one heart tries to rise and give, the others remember why together we live. You try to love a friend and your strength disappears— the Creator shows the truth by exposing your fears. But when all of us fail and still reach out again, the Creator signs His name on the hearts of ten men. We build Him from nothing, from broken desires, from daily annoyances, from anger and fires. Each tiny bestowal, each gesture we try, forms the vessel where the Creator will lie. For revelation is not in “me,” not in “you,” but in the place where our shattered intentions push through. In that trembling space where two hearts meet, the Creator’s...