I'm not the one

 I'm not the one you're

looking for;

the ones you've seen

were just my past

and I've been different

since my last salvation

I'm not the one

that you called fate

cause I don't date

just to get laid

I don't drink on Saturdays for fun-

I read and studied

every Wednesday and Saturdays

spend time with loved ones

and Bible Reading

till it's early morn

No, I'm not perfect

Far from being good indeed

but I'm learning

and still searching

and it is what gave

me peace and longing

if you're willing to change

please don't do it for me

for the only reason is

you do it for Him

and if you say it is boring;

this life I'm living-

then I'm not the one

you should be dating

I hope the Rain reminds you of me

" I hope the rain reminds you of me"

talking to myself

as I watched the dripping rain

outside my window

"It's been raining lately; you're probably got sick of me -naturally"

talking to myself after a week of non-stop raining

In Between Reading

 Sometimes,

in between reading

a phrase would pop-up

like-

hold my hand like it's winter

and put it in your pocket

I do sometimes witness Love

 When a man loves a woman

He provides and protects

fulfil and projects

a dream of a woman

as a team, not debate

whether to build a castle

or a mating lair

whether to give more

as take it  away;

to place a sanctuary

and call it home

and make a family

to call their own

Type

 I'm not the type
to run away
but in this case,
I'll keep you astray
and stay away

I'm not the type
to bash around
but in this case
I'll stick my ground
from exploiting things
right to your face

I'm not the type
to mind people's business
but in this case
I'll commute
and mend your disease
I'll lend my hand
and with this love;
I'll contribute
a prayer for your tribute -
that you'll find
the right route

In the process

Writing to you 
was never easy
talking was even harder

than breathing

it felt like I'm choking

while I'm drinking

because this burden I'm weighting

and these sins I've collecting

but you always answer with a smile

whenever I hide and grieve

embarrassed with my own deceive

with your hands reaching out

You come and restore this drought

plucking every weed

growing in my throat

washing my feet as I stumble in mud

clothing me with faith

and hope of abstaining

how can I not go with You?

when You promised me

better than the world

better than the Universe

better than my own

it wasn't that hard talking to You

saying 'thank you' was as

good as praying goes

it wasn't hard talking to You

when all I can do

is mend and appose

Old Gold

I get that now

that my body and soul

doesn't click at all

the body wants to party

the soul wants to stay whole

I get that now

that my soul was an old gold

she rather reads

than hit the streets

she rather writes

than scream all night

the body may be young

but the soul was long hung

how do I know?

because I always cry

on the wrong side of a track

every time I hit the Jack and Teq

I get that now

that my body and soul

doesn't click at all