Dear Knight (The Battle Has Begun)
Dear Knight,
If you choose to take on this battle with me, then please do not give up midway. This war will last for years- perhaps a decade or more, so spare my fragile heart from crumbling to pieces then. If you find that you are not strong enough to continue fighting for me for 10 long years, then you might as well not enter the battle at all. Once you start fighting, please, fight until your last breath. Aim to finish the war.
Someday we’ll know if we are meant to be
Even when right now, we have space between.
One day, we’ll test whether my hands still fit in yours,
Whether my face still finds the curve of your neck.
A long road full of beasts, fire, and thorns
Is the road we travelled on and fell plenty times.
Although you are the nightmare that I love,
There’s still time for you to make a change.
To be mine, you’ll have to work harder than the rest;
But if you past this quest, I can give you my best.
Two hearts must remain true through the dessert march,
A life-long battle with drought, hanging on to faith.
This be the path you choose, equip your heart-
The armor of God you must have for yourself.
Be ready for the enemies, as well as the king and queen;
Their sole princess, reserved for the best knight.
Don’t you worry ’bout others; work on yourself
Let God take over and change your heart
Wisdom can only come from Him above,
And wisdom be what you are to crave.
Do all for His glory; do what is right-
Your princess may wander, but in your arms she’ll be
When she sees you a better man- so equip yourself.
Choose your armor and be wise; the battle has begun.
(Happy 18th Birthday, R.M.K.)
Homeward
Ashamed of the things I allowed to be done, ashamed of my sin,
I let these things define who I am- the past and mistakes.
For long, I’ve thrived in my guilt, broke down a number of times
Fearing the consequences to come- punishment from above.
With my sin and immoral acts, I drifted apart from You;
For how can I come to You in prayer when Perfection is Your name.
I heard the devil’s victory laugh as my soul collapsed
As I allowed my every shame to conquer and devour my core.
Fearing how people would see me and judge me when they find my flaws,
Knowing how people love to gossip as I lose their respect.
Afraid of how unlovable I would then be if things were to fall apart-
How I would grow old, lonely and gray, bitter of all things.
Searching for people’s approval, people-pleaser that I am,
I forget there is one to please the most- You, O Lord.
I let the world win over my convictions and sway me from my roots
I ask for Your forgiveness, for strength- to be renewed.
Your great love remains unchanged even though I’ve let You down;
There is nothing I can ever do for You to love me any more or less.
Your grace is abundant, Your blessings overflow;
I’m showered everyday by Your grace that I do not deserve.
Lord, lead me to follow Your commands, allow me to stand firm
I long to draw closer to You, as I have drifted far.
I am Your sheep- wandered lost, fallen, and wounded;
You are my good Shepherd, searching and calling me home.
Midnight Creatives #3: A True Story
She’s desperate to leave, weak and depressed,
Slowly surrendering to her dark side.
I’m determined to keep her, to love her;
I’ll show her wondrous things of her she does not see.
Sure enough, I’ve said and done some wrong things,
But a better man I shall be all for her.
I’ll help her find herself and show her what’s real;
I’ll light the fire inside her heart that has gone dim.
Midnight Creatives #2: His Mistakes
We had agreements we thought we could keep
To only cross over- the trust that I ripped.
Her heart so innocent, so pure, and full of wonder-
Is the heart slipped from my hands, crashing down under.
A million glass pieces, shards that turned black;
Blood from my hands slipping through every crack.
Where light once was came darkness from within
Seeping into her veins and through her bloodstream.
Midnight Creatives #1: His Loss
She breathed deeply, closed her eyes,
Little diamonds streaming down her face.
“It’s over,” she whispered; closed her eyes once more-
Kissed me one last time and walked out the door.
I didn’t chase her as I’ve done before,
Nor did I hold her tightly on the porch floor.
Blankly, I stared into empty space
To have years gone by searching for her face.
Broken Hearts
That teacher with a temper has been left at the altar;
That brother who sees no hope used to hope all too much.
That friend who stopped giving has been taken for granted;
That man who stopped trying has been laughed at and mocked.
That boy who stopped dreaming has been called immature;
That girl who stopped trusting has been betrayed more than once.
A heart that is closed is a heart that has been broken;
A heart that is cold is a heart that was once warm.
Every word and action that may mean nothing to you,
May mean so much to others and cause them destruction too.
The Essence of Promises
Time and change may cause us to drift apart;
It may be a fight or nothing at all.
People move on, some people stay grudged;
Rain or snow, some things be better left untouched.
A trust that once was bestowed upon you
Remains as a promise with the same value.
No anger nor pain be valid enough
For betrayal, divulgence, denouncement, and such.
