The Goal

Life’s a racing river and I’m watching it fall,
Right past the dock of my youth, it’s a sobering view,
Every season I wasted, every chapter asking, “Who?
Are you going to be when the moments run out?”,
I was stuck in the mirror, full of fear and of doubt,
But I looked past the surface, past the pride and the rage,
Saw a man in the making, turning a fresh new page,
I love who I am, that foundation is stone,
But the house needs some work, I can’t do it alone,
Time is ticking loudly, a whisper, a shout,
The future is calling, and there’s no better time than now.

I’m working on the best version of myself, the greatest edition,
I have nothing to prove, I’m on my own mission,
First I have to please God, make my spirit align,
Then I’ll be happy with myself, and that’s the bottom line,
They can watch me evolve, they can watch me ascend,
This change is for my soul, for my Maker, and then for me within.

What is wealth? If your spirit is broken?,
True wealth is a promise, a seed that is planted,
An unbreakable faith,
Air in the struggle, light in the dark,
It’s the reassurance of heaven, a permanent mark,
It’s not in a bank account, it’s not in a safe,
It’s the blessed assurance I’ve been given by grace,
So let them count their money, I’m counting my blessings,
Every single sunrise is a new session.

So when they ask me what I’m chasing, what’s the goal I’m after?,
I tell them it’s not gold, it’s not laughter, it’s not plaster
On the walls of a mansion that’ll rust and decay,
It’s a long, happy, blessed life, living in God’s way,
It’s a soul that’s at peace when the world starts to crumble,
A rock of salvation, when everyone else fumbles,
That is the fortune, the treasure, the prize
Reflected in my Father’s love, right there in my eyes.

The best version of me…
The time is now…
No better time…
For God… and then for me…
A long… happy… blessed life.
Then Peace…

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A Blessing Woven Light••





Be blessed — as morning light adorns the hill,
As quiet grace descends where shadows mend;
May every step you take be calm and still,
And every ending gently meet its start again.




Be happy — not in grand or fleeting ways,
But deep within, where true contentment grows;
In simple breaths, in golden-hued sunrays,
In knowing peace the quiet heart best knows.




Be filled with joy — a well that overflows,
Not tied to fortune, nor to skies of blue,
But born of kindness only spirit shows,
A song the soul remembers, clear and true.




Then spread the joy — like seeds upon the breeze,
Let laughter ripple through a stranger’s day;
One smile, one word, can stir the stillness, please —
A candle lit to gently light the way.




Spread positivity — a quiet flame
That warms the weary, lifts the burdened mind;
Turn bitter echoes gently into grace,
And let your presence be a hope designed.




Spread love — not loud, nor carved in stone or sign,
But in the glance that sees, the hand that holds,
In whispered strength when sorrow dares to climb,
In stories shared and hearts unsealed and bold.




I want all this for you — each breath, each flight,
Each moment wrapped in wonder, calm, and care;
May courage bloom within you, strong and bright,
And joy find home in all you see and share.




So may the heavens lean a little closer,
May angels hum your name in lullabies;
May every path be lit by gentlest Ossuary,
And blessings bloom like stars before your eyes.




May God bless you — in silence and in song,
In stillness and in motion, now, always.
With grace that flows, enduring, deep, and long —
Be loved. Be whole. Be radiant. Be amazed.

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Oh Love


It’s the spark in the dark, the key to the door,
Not some facade, no, it’s real,
Love’s the anthem, the gospel—let me make it clear…





True love’s a test, no fairytale script,
It has layers like an onion, but it’s all worth the weep,
They say time’s a thief, but I’ve felt love steal more,
No clock can measure the moments we hold,
It’s simple as “Stay,” but complex as the stars,
A paradox pulse in the chambers of the heart.




Love is a fire, soft but it burns,
A language that speaks when your words hit the urns.
From the dirt to the divine, it’s the thread in the seams,
I love love—yes, I do—love’s the only premise,
If you think time’s got grit, wait on love to collide,
It’s the seed in the concrete, the crack in the stone,
Love is the question, the answer, the sign,
A mystery wrapped in a holy design.




When the world’s on rewind and you’re stuck in the loop,
It’s love that screams “Wake up!” and shows you the truth,
I’ve seen hatred crumble beneath love’s heavy hand,
Transformed strangers to kin, mended a land,
It’s the balm in the wound, the war in the peace,
A paradox path that only the brave can reach.




You don’t need a crown to be noble, no throne,
Love’s the revolution when the world feels alone,
It’s the risk you take when you leap off the map,
The only “forever” that time can’t snap.


Love’s the pulse in the void,it’s the cosmos in you.
From the first breath to the last, it’s the ride that we’re on,
Oh love you’re the dawn, the dusk, and the son,
I’ll never get tired, no, I’ll never get tired…
Because love’s the only thing that truly inspires.



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Oh Time ••


Time is a powerful force, it turns pages,
In the blink of an eye, your life can change,
For better or worse, is the clock to blame?




You can ruin your life in seconds, it’s a fact,
One wrong move, one bad decision, that’s a wrap,
A few seconds of rage, a lifetime of pain,
You can’t take it back, the damage is done, the stain remains,
On your conscience, on your name, on your claim to fame,
Time doesn’t wait for anybody, it’s a moving train,
You can’t stop it, can’t slow it down, can’t rewind,
Make a mistake, and you’re left to deal with the crime


Time, time, it’s a blessing and a curse,
Heals all wounds, or so they traverse,
But I’m not convinced, I have my doubts,
Time’s a double-edged sword, it cuts both ways, no way out,
More valuable than gold, more precious than fame,
Time’s the one thing you can’t buy back, it’s the one thing that’s not the same





You can ruin someone else’s life in a few seconds too,
A careless word, a thoughtless move, the hurt is true,
The ripple effect, it spreads like a disease,
Leaving scars that never fully heal, just memories,
Of what could’ve been, of what should’ve been,
Time doesn’t heal all, that’s just a myth, a fantasy,
Some wounds run too deep, some pain’s too real



Sometimes it feels like a curse, like a weight on my chest,
The pressure’s mounting, the clock’s ticking, I’m stressed,
Every second counts, every minute’s a test,
Make the most of it, or you’ll be left with regrets,
But time’s also a blessing, a gift from above,
A chance to learn, to grow, to show and prove,
Your worth, your value, your place in the game,
Make the most of it, or you’ll be left with the blame




Time’s more valuable than anything you own,
Don’t waste it, don’t take it for granted, make it your throne,
Use it wisely, use it well, make every second count,
Because time’s the one thing you can’t get back

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Now••

I’ve been thinking, trying to find my pace,
Not getting caught up in the future’s frantic chase,
Or dwellin’ on the past, with its regrets and pain,
I’m trying to stay present


I’m taking it one step at a time, no need to rush,
Focus on the moment, let the future hush,
I’m not worried about tomorrow, or what’s yet to come,
I’m just trying to be, where my feet are,
I’m learning to breathe, to let go of the stress,
Living life like it’s precious, no time to repress,
The beauty of the present, it’s where I reside,
No distractions, just the here and now, I’m going to thrive



I’m living in the moment, no time to waste,
Trying to soak it all in, like a sponge in a haste,
I’m wise enough to plan, but not get caught up
In the future’s uncertainty, or the past’s rough times,
I’m just trying to be in the here and now
Because I’ll never be this young again



I know I have to plan, for the days to come,
Make moves, take action, before the day is done,
But I won’t let the future, dictate my vibe,
I’ll stay grounded, like a tree, that’s rooted deep inside,
And I’ll learn from my mistakes, from the past,
But I won’t let the ghosts, of what’s been, forever last,
I’m forgiving myself, and moving on,
Because the present is a gift, that’s where I belong



Life’s a journey, not a destination,
I’m taking it one step at a time, with patience and education,
I’m growing, I’m learning, I’m evolving every day,
And I won’t let the present, slip away


So I’ll stay present, like a work of art,
A masterpiece, that’s still being crafted from the heart,
I’ll keep it real, keep it true, keep it me,
Living in the moment, blessed and free.

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Say It••


My mind’s a maze, words are my escape,
I have a story to tell, and it’s time to create,
A world of thoughts, opinions, and experiences too,
I’ve got a lot on my chest, it’s time to express,
Many words, many thoughts, I’m trying to address,
The voices in my head, the voices that I’ve heard,
I’m trying to make sense of it all, to be heard,
I want to tell my story, your story too,
Weave a tale that’s real, that’s true,
I’m a wordsmith, crafting rhymes like a spell,
Hoping to inspire, to make a difference


When will I have said enough? Until my last word,
I’ll keep speaking my mind, though it’s sometimes blurred,
I know I have to watch what I say,
But I’ll keep on talking, come what may



Complaining, talking crazy, gets attention fast,
But it’s unwanted, and it’s bound not to last,
Negativity spreads like a disease,
I don’t want to be part of that, if you please,
I’ll speak uplifting, positive, and true,
That’s the attention I seek, that’s what I’ll do,
It may not be loud, it may not be bold
But it’s the right message, and it’s worth more than gold


Say what you have to say today, don’t delay,
Tomorrow might be too late, and the words won’t sway,
The moment’s now, the time is right,
Speak your truth, shine your light,
I’ll do the same, I’ll share my tale,
And maybe, just maybe, we’ll set sail
On a journey of self-discovery, of growth,
Where our words will be the catalyst, the truth we’ve sowed




My words are my legacy, my story to be told,
I’ll keep on speaking, until my last word is gold,
So listen up, don’t be afraid
Let’s tell our stories, and make a change.

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Sinners ••


We all have our opinions, our judgments, our defects,
But before we point fingers, let’s take a step back,
We all have dirt on our hands, we all have a past to unpack



I’m a sinner, just like the rest,
I’ve done things I’m not proud of, put myself in a mess,
I have no right to look down on you,
Because when it comes to sin, we all have a few,
Maybe yours is hidden, maybe mine is on display,
But at the end of the day, we all got our own way,
Of messing up, of falling short, of losing our grip
And that’s when we should remember, we all sin, we all trip



Judgment’s a heavy weight, we all carry the load,
But before we cast our stones, let’s examine our own road,
We all have skeletons, we all have shame
Sin is sin, we all got the same



Some sins might seem bigger, some might seem small,
But in the eyes of the truth, they all stand tall,
We all have our struggles, our demons, our fights,
And when we judge each other, we’re just hiding from the light,
I’m not perfect, you’re not perfect, we all have our flaws,
But that doesn’t give us the right to judge each other’s laws,
We all have our own struggles, our own battles to fight,
And when we come together, we should be lifting each other up, not tearing each other down




Honesty’s the best policy, let’s keep it real,
We all have our secrets, our hidden deals,
But when we confess, when we own up to our mistakes,
That’s when we can start to heal, that’s when we can start to escape,
The weight of our judgments, the weight of our shame,
And start to walk in forgiveness, start to walk in his name


So next time you see someone, don’t be so quick to judge,
Remember your own story, remember your own grudge,
We all have our own struggles, our own battles to fight,
And when we come together, we should be lifting each other up, not tearing each other down

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Failure Is A Teacher ••


I was living life, thought I was on the rise,
Victories piled up, but lessons passed me by,
I didn’t appreciate the climb, the grind, the strife,
Until I fell, and my failures became my life,
I learned more from the nights I spent in pain,
Than the days I won, and the accolades I gained,
It’s a harsh teacher, but it’s the one that remains,
Failure’s the fire that refines, that makes me sustained.



I didn’t know what I had, until it was gone,
Health, love, time, they didn’t last long,
But in the darkness, I found a spark,
A lesson learned, a new embark,
I don’t want to fail, but it’s a good guide,
A hard road, but it’s where I reside,
Please God, I pray, let me learn from my wins,
And not just my losses




I took my health for granted, thought I was invincible,
Until sickness came, and my body was vulnerable,
I wasn’t careful with my heart, played with love like a game,
Until it got broken, and the pieces were hard to reclaim,
Time, I wasted it, thought it was on my side,
Until I faced mortality, and my clock started to tick and slide,
And the people I loved, I didn’t appreciate their time,
Until I thought they’d be gone, and my heart would be left to unwind,
But in the midst of the storm, I found a way to grow,
A new appreciation, a new path to tow



Now I’m trying to learn, from my successes too,
Not just my failures, but what I’ve been through,
I want to appreciate, the good times, the highs,
Not just the lows, where I had to compromise,
I’m trying to be wise, to see the lesson in all,
Not just the hardships, but the victories that stand tall,
Please God, I pray, bless me with the sight,
To learn from my wins, and shine with all my might,
I don’t want to wait, until it’s too late,
To appreciate, the blessings that you create



Failure’s a harsh teacher, but it’s one that I know,
It’s taught me to appreciate, the ebbs and the flow,
I’ll take the lessons, and the love, and the pain,
And use them to rise, to learn from my successes, and reign.

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I Love Me ••

Look in the mirror, that’s the blueprint, that’s the standard line,
The only competition is the past version of the design,
I don’t need to mimic greatness, I was stamped with the seal of truth,
A singular creation built outside the confines of a booth,
They try to mold you, they try to sculpt you into somethin’ glossy and thin,
But the raw material is perfect, designed to always win,
Why try to wear another man’s armor just because it gleams?,
You got your own destiny, etched into your dreams,
I preach acceptance daily, not just the surface level stuff,
But deep down to the core, knowing that you are enough,
Because when I look around at all the copies and the chase,
I remember Who put me in this very specific place.,



I wear my own skin, truly, I love the man I see,
I’m striving to be the best version of the person God designed me to be,
No one loves me more, no one, save the Almighty,
He knows the countless flaws, but He still stands beside me,
Love yourself, I preach it, that’s the fundamental creed,
Planting the seed: I’m who God made me to be, succeeding
I love me. (I truly love me.)
God loves me. (He truly loves me.)





Let’s be honest, I stumble, the road has not always clear,
I have a closet full of habits that are fueled by doubt and fear,
I’m aware of the mistakes, the moments I should have been better,
I know the deficit, I read the spiritual letter,
But the beauty of the system is the grace in the repair,
The knowledge that improvement is always hanging in the air,
I don’t seek perfection, that’s a fool’s gold chase,
I seek progression, setting a sharper pace,
I’m not trying to erase the scars, I let them tell the tale,
They show the endurance, the wars where I couldn’t fail,
I know I got room to grow, miles left on the track,
But even right now, this flawed version, I have my own back,
You don’t have to shed your identity to rise up higher,
You just have to light the pilot light and fuel the internal fire.



Stop checking your reflection against the metrics of the street,
Stop letting external noise dictate how your heart should beat,
They built those idols out of straw, they’re bound to crumble and fall,
Your validation comes from the One who truly sees it all,
I don’t chase the applause, I chase the internal peace,
Knowing every single breath is a customized release,
I am unique. I am necessary. I am made for more,
I am the design. I’m knocking down the enemy’s door.



I have my faults. I got plenty I confess,
But I accept the full package, I accept the mess and the blessed.,
I love me.
And God loves me.
And that’s the highest love you’ll ever find,
Improve daily. But accept today.

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I Have Anxiety Disorder ••


Said, “I struggle with anxiety,” tossed it in the air.
And the response hit different, kind of cut me to the bone,
“Don’t claim that!” they declared, like it’s a seed I’d sown,
I’m not claiming anything, this just how my spirit goes,
This isn’t a trend, a phase, or something for the shows,
From a young age, doctor’s office, words I couldn’t comprehend,
“Anxiety disorder,” felt like my world would end,
My mind started running wild, like something was wrong with me,
A broken piece of wiring, for everyone to see,
But time brought clarity, slowly, truly, bit by bit,
Realized it’s just me, the way my consciousness is knit.



They said, “Don’t claim it,” but this isn’t a choice I made,
It’s the rhythm in my mind, a silent serenade,
Of worry, fear, and doubt, a part of my design,
I have anxiety disorder, it’s undeniably mine,
Not claiming it, I’m just saying this is how it really is,
A constant companion, through struggles and through bliss.



Some nights were dark, the panic tried to swallow me whole,
Heart in my throat, breath gone, losing all control,
Had some horrible moments, felt completely lost at sea,
But on my knees I prayed, “God, please just guide me.”,
And every single time, a light would pierce the haze,
His hand would reach for mine, through those terrifying days,
See, your struggle isn’t my struggle, my path isn’t yours to trace,
Anxiety’s a language, spoken at a different pace,
The way I learn to navigate, the battles that I fight,
Is unique to my spirit, burning through the darkest night.



Used to beg for it to vanish, wished it’d disappear and flee,
But it stayed right by my side, a constant company,
Now I wonder if there’s purpose, a lesson in its hold,
A story of resilience, waiting to unfold,
Because it’s not like I’m the only one, in this battle I perceive,
But my way of dealing with it, is how I live, how I believe.



So when they tell me, “Don’t claim it,” with that ignorant facade,
I’m not claiming anything,  this is just the hand I’ve been dealt, flaws and all, by God,
It’s a part of who I am, intertwined with my being,
I have anxiety disorder, and I’m still seeing, still breathing, still achieving.


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