The Way πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Son of David

    I like writing and I love poetry
    I have found a timeless anthology
    Staring at me through the mirror
    A handsome majestic Royal Priest
    Bearing the most noble heritage
    In my veins runs a Royal Bloodline
    From the glorious House of David
    My presence in this world is known
    My presence in my home world is acknowledged
    With an Invisible Crown upon my head
    I am an heir to His Eternal Kingdom
    If I could write about The King of Kings
    I could write just about anything
    For He is everything & everything is Him
    If I have to write more about me
    I would still write Him, just Him
    For I am my loving Father’s Son
    I was born a Crown Prince

    KJ πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • The Word

    I finally got rid of my prideful ignorance
    I read and studied The Bible for myself
    I didn’t expect to change this much
    I thought sin was all about pleasure
    I’ve changed my mind about it
    I thought secular lifestyle was so attractive
    Now I’m better and I know better
    I thought Christians were so miserable
    But now I think they’re so delightful
    I thought prayer and fasting was worthless
    Now it’s my most precious source of Power
    I used to live so unapologetically
    But now repentance is His daily gift
    I used to think God doesn’t care about us
    Now I know He’s the Only Spirit
    Who didn’t ask for my blood sacrifice
    He gave His Own Blood

    KJ πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ✍🏾

  • Wewe Hapo

    I know you’re thinking about the kiss
    You can’t keep your eyes off these lips
    Stop telling me that you’re still shy
    Because your eyes tell me that’s a lie
    I know it because I can feel it too
    But I kindah need to hear it from you
    Just tell me what you want from me
    I dare you to cross the line for me

    KJ βœπŸΎπŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • The Suffering Servant

    You’re not easy to please Abba Father
    Your WORD cuts my soul & even goes further
    It’s not easy tarrying in Your presence
    My bloody broken heart is the daily penance
    Only then do You finally talk to me
    Opening up unfathomable mysteries inside of me
    Even though many reject this narrow way
    The Church shouldn’t have it any other way
    It’s only fitting that The Suffering Servant
    Should have His disciples suffering subservient

  • Labyrinth

    I am a simple complexity

    Confident with myself but insecure with my love
    Shallow in my talks but deep in my poems
    Excited in crowds but nervous when two
    So would you still want to know
    The fire that breathes under my skin
    The tremors that rattle my ribcage
    The storm tides that rage in my head
    Because my presence will haunt you
    My essence will greatly entice you
    Love knocks patiently at your door
    Seems like no one is home

    KJ πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ✍🏾

  • He Who Remains

    I still hide You in my Poetry
    In the coffee stained pages of my used up diary
    I keep You like my forbidden Mystery
    Along with the deep scars of Your long history
    Proof that Your pain was real exceedingly
    You’re my Hope that shines like a star steadily
    Not seen in the sunshine of prosperity
    But so Glorious in my soul’s nights of adversity
    They tried so hard to kill my Hope
    You resurrected and told them nope!
    Now my favorite poem wasn’t really my ideal
    I came to love that poem only because You did
    I am Your Poem

    ‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭2:10‬ ‭TPT‬‬
    [10] I have become His Poetry, a re-created person that will fulfill the destiny I was given, for I am joined to Jesus, the Anointed One. Even before I was born, God planned in advance my destiny and the good works I would do to fulfill it!

  • Walking Dead

    Most people feel like life is a race
    That one has no choice but to run
    Even if they don’t really want to
    The smiles are no longer from their hearts
    And no one can tell them apart
    Because somewhere along the path
    Of growing up in this crazy world
    They outran that kid within
    And that’s when it dawned on me
    You don’t lose everyone to death
    Life itself can be pretty brutal

    KJ πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ✍🏾

  • PenPal

    My pen is my fondest obsession
    My steady path to artistic liberation
    As soon as I dive subtly into the ink
    I lose myself faster than I can blink
    My sanity silently slips away
    Concealed in the words that I play
    But I still cannot fully resist
    The pull of the pages that persists
    For in these words I hide my soul
    Not letting them find me is the goal
    The only reason I haven’t lost my mind
    Is my love for poetry that keeps me blind
    My eyes are forbidden to see

    KJ πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ✍🏾

  • Killing Me Softly

    I think of you a lot daughter of Mumbi
    Especially when I’m trying not to
    And when I want to think of you
    I don’t think I think of you enough
    You told me what haunts you to death
    And I couldn’t help but admire you more
    Your treacherous yet mesmerizing eyes
    Will always be the perfect epitomy
    Of a beautiful tapestry of webbed lies
    The fact that I am still in love you
    Has absolutely nothing to do with you
    I realized that you never forced me to
    Because I knew exactly who you were
    Even before your story with me begun
    I knew that I was all alone in this
    And I still didn’t mind winging it
    I will heal all your hurting wounds
    But with a soft towel and hot salt water
    Because if love ever has to be earned
    Then it ceases to even be called love
    I guess that will always be the mystery
    Whose cost has no beginning and no ending
    Some sacrifices remain nameless

    KJ βœπŸΎπŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Somebody save me

    All the gods, all the heavens and all the hells are within me,
    I believe a battle goes on to decide which side will have me,
    I have been a sinner my entire life and that has never bothered me,
    I have been lost for so long that now it seems impossible to redeem me,
    I have only done a few good deeds and I wonder if they are enough to save me,
    They say God is all forgiving but I wonder if He has any forgiveness left for me,
    So I sit here in my worries wondering if there is any salvation for a person like me.

    Irungu Ken

  • YOU & i

    I tried to write about You
    But I was never good with Words
    All I knew were songs about You
    But the moment I read Your Book

    My heart started beating mercilessly
    Enough to break free from its feeble cage
    A cage I didn’t know even existed
    It wanted to speak with You
    But how can The Source of Elegance & Glory
    Be spoken to in mere words?
    This is the gist of all my love poems
    They have always been about You
    I was only skilled at keeping You vague
    Until You started talking to me
    And now I can hardly believe what I see
    Miracles keep emanating from me
    I have become You & You have become me
    I have become Your Body & You became my Soul
    So no one can say from now on
    That I am someone & You are someone else
    Just like You are still The Father
    I have also become Your Son
    My Vessel is Your Throne

    KJ ✍

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