Into the desert with God

this is the place where all things 

be scorched 

and left to burn 

in sun trials of spirit

how vacant it seemed

as it streamed 

in and out of my consciousness

was I alive

it seemed the struggle 

uprooted all that was useless and dark

time was endless with the ancient of days

In these barren places

he may choose you to walk

and breathe life 

with a word

the days like fire prophesying

The days

like fires
prophesying
over scarred souls
that rise from the concrete city
like a mist
a vision
of people reaching out past
the remains of yesterday
somehow we
must rise from this place
of desolation
of want
the cities speak through
its peoples
as they press on
trying to rise admist
the burnt city ruins
the end days
flow on and empty one
till there is nothing left
and i am left alone
on the streets
trying to find a word
in the fire stillness
to awaken the disturbed

hearts of the city.

awol the dark places, prophecy poem

awol
the lost vacant places
the ruins of yesterday
hidden in graves made by man
i call to you
from depths never seen
i rush into you like a river
ressurected by winding flow
of spirit
why did you doubt
when the river changed course
you could not see its destination
yet i directed you
to flow here in seasons
to prophesy over great waters
i love this place where the waters
of man and God meet
here i speak a word
over the sleepy silken city
i speak to her
in the rumbling dark alleys to
the gold fragmented fields
awol the oppressors pleading
the dark swamps of stagnant thought
the lowlands of yesterdays mourn
for i will restore the times
pouring out my spirit
over cold nites of unbelief and ruin

prophetic poetry on nite edge

what seas have i yet to cross,
to prophesy your vision,
it is a color,
a word,
a feeling in the nite
a reflection in the nite,
the nite watches still
and reflective,
yet in our struggles
bitter like a wormworld peophesied
we hang our heads to cry.
yet stand and prophesy saith our God
over such ancient of nites,
prophesy over these days rise,
for though they be like a bitter ruin
i rebuild them,
the cities like
a flickering light
unaware of its demise,
yet i say rise
from these ancient ruins.
i give you vision
this nite,
rebuild,
restrengthen
, refurbish,
reestablish,
over this nite
ability
to withstand the wind swept
places unsettled and empty with want,
speak forth word
and nourish
this places

the lost seasof thought and lost reflections

I've been here before between dark and light, hoping and estranged. Where waves of high seas clash against the wall, its a haunting sound empty and full, in and out of my emotions, the waves of it all crashing against my aloneness over me and sweeping me out to sea...i am flowing he prophesies me to do it and i drift here and there untill I flow in spirit and truth..

I saw the Phantoms of yesterday...shadow memories calling forth to be redeemed from...
I want prophecy where things are released and people are freed...otherwise i just drift alone out there...meaningless..
oh im not on yesterdays reef waiting for tides..."My God wil move these deep waters for you the nite will open blue and clear with vision...I am relieved at your word vision , God, the tide strengthens you refreshing me and salty waters of my soul..there is no hiding you reveal my intermost parts.

What seas of longing brought me to the place where my soul divided by seas of tempest and longing, stand I looking out for my prophecy to come...my God had not forgotton my heart here..long had my soul searched and chased this place where the breaches haunted at me and forbid me to enter and feel its embrace..I realize i cannot touch it, i realize yet it calls to me somewhere, I admit the emotions to find her redeemtion and redeem. I am a stranger at my family door, only my longing answers back at me and the eyes of the sons and daughter, children of the lost and forgotton poor, search at me with their eyes for comfort or a word admidst the turmoil of the streets. It is a long answer one of a road traveled long, only the eyes of God ca judge the conditions. only my God could freely know and understand the ways of a man and how to turn the shift to a salvation.
Meanwhile the thunder roars outside and shakes me inside, jarring ancient memories of childhood ruins. They lay silent now they want to rest like the sea at nite and flow to another place. I want to blame at times for this longing, this breach only sea and city yet I stand alone with my own destiny waiting to be fulfilled. That ole demon rejection raises its head again and tries to drown me to dark seas that no vision here will live. I struggle from her grasp as she claws at my emotions and feelings trying to draw out my energy for her reserves, suddenly i push free from her grasp,,,I run as never did before, past all her ruins, past all the vacant places she tries to keep me, I am laughing,,,I have nothing left and my feet hit the cool sands near the water..I am laughing at the sound of the enemies accusations and haunts,,the wind encourages me on...I run to the sea ,,,that deep place where God and I rush at each other in the nite watches...It is incredible energy and emotions....I want to speak in this place somewhere a prophesy whispers to be formed and breathe his word to life..i am stunned Oh move these waters and open the nite to your spirit..My and I climb the cliff over the sea together...while climbing i run away laughing at the raped rocks of yesterdays...I have no time to notice them they are unimportant and bleached out by time and tide.
WE are looking out to places no man has seen and no woman dare walk upon..prophesy over this nite vision as my God roars at me from the sea questioning my desire and pity, beckoning me to climb higher than the thoughts of men...blue and painted vision of seas calls and the tide of his spirit strengthens me..no tongue can utter translate it......as we run laughing into the dark nite....................God and I. No Man can scoff me.

lost cities prophesying

I who searcheth the nite and rest the storm waves of the city.... when I call will anyone hear and if they hear will they harken to my voice My voice like the waters that flow into vein streets and nourish the dark alley wanderers where you stand, struggle and hunger I heal the street of your spirit deep in the city where you lay awake for I am wide awake with the sounds of your prayers like thunder across your pain yet i speaketh over your life this nite unto your watchmen earnest sight come prophesy with me and raise the deadness of the city where it sleeps...yet my words move the nite and yet more I desire to restore you still in this nite...... I who searcheth the nite and rest the storm waves of the city.... when I call will anyone hear and if they hear will they harken to my voice My voice like the waters that flow into vein streets and nourish the dark alley wanderers where you stand, struggle and hunger I heal the street of your spirit deep in the city where you lay awake for I am wide awake with the sounds of your prayers like thunder across your pain yet i speaketh over your life this nite unto your watchmen earnest sight come prophesy with me and raise the deadness of the city where it sleeps...yet my words move the nite and yet more I desire to restore you still in this nite...... poem prophesying