Extraordinary Will

Victory doth not belong to those who are fastest

Neither is it taken by the strongest.

Those who seize are those who grind.

Regardless how weak, they hang on inside.

There are those stronger

There are those who are greater

But if they won’t do, what good is their skill?

Ordinary skill, extraordinary will.

I don’t care who you are, how rich, or strong

I’ll still be standing when you’re long gone.

I might stumble and fall, many times more

But I’ll rise back up until you finally fall.

I will out-work you. I will outlast you.

I will take all the hits, and still win the war

My Best Days

Some say I’m young, I think I’m old
Old enough to carry a grievous load
Old enough to carry plenty of regrets
Live each day with things i’d rather forget
All those years of invincibility
Got me in a whole lot of vulnerability
This man is not who he once was
Once whole, now broken, now tossed
Pieces of a heart missing – washed up
Looking at life like a half-empty cup
But somewhere deep inside
I feel that fire flickering, alive
And somehow I know, up ahead
I’ve still got my best days yet

Life is just a paradox, catch twenty-two
Caught in the middle is you
Must demolish to build, die to live,
Throw out to keep, Lose to win
Experience the tears, sweat, and pain
To have the triumph, victory, and gain
He who dares, will often fail
But tis will be the day he prevails
Every time I go down in the pit
I will emerge reborn from it
Fight harder, run swifter, be stronger
Breath deeper, play bolder, last longer
I was dead, so I buried me
But I will rise like a phonix. See
I’e been through hell and calamity
But my best days are still in front of me

This Battle is Real

This battlefield’s real

This pain that I feel

I ain’t bear them no ill

But the enemy wants to kill!

Ain’t never crossed at first

But they got my bloodthirst

Just sit and let ’em steal

Naw bruh, that ain’t in my will

Their goal is my mind

But that mind there is mine

Hit the bell up, next in line

It’s fighting time

We declared war

And it don’t stop cause

It’s life or death, sink or swim

Lose or win!

Got me up in flames

And nothing here is safe

Some days I’m just beaten down

Other days I’m swinging round

Few and far the days

When I lay that big bad giant on the ground

But I’m never ever gonna give in

Gonna keep at keeping at it till I win

No matter the cost no matter the loss

The victory will be worth all it costs!

The folks out there think I’m insane

And I’m starting to think the same!

Trying to live right by the Prince of life

In a earth that’s dark as night

They think I’m insurgent

I like to think I’m divergent

All I know is all I got

Ain’t nothing to what I find in God!

Like whoa – if I got eighty years

And I spend them all miserable here

All that matters is he says “Well done

My faithful and serving one!”

This here battle’s real

And one day forever win I will

So call me insane


But war is inhumane

Some never really live

Some get halfway fore they give

But I’m going all the way

Cause there’s a brighter day!

Living, breathing, feeling

This battle-fielding

Don’t know where, don’t know when

But I just know that I am going win

In Memory of Labella



Dear Anna,

I find it hard to believe you’re gone. You were like a mother to me, with your lasagna, cat I played with, and my drawings which you stuck on your fridge. I’ll never forget all the mischief I did.

The last time I say you, you could no longer remember my name. I wanted to cry because I knew this day would come, but still, I have no tears – because I know you were more than just beautiful in name – you had a beautiful heart that pleased God. And I know you will never forget or grow old again, but live happily in a mansion just for you – and one day, I’m going to cross over to join you.

Thank you for your quiet selflessness, your inspirational cheer, the constant support that followed this little one through till he dwarfed you.

Lots of love

Till we meet again.

Joses T.

Holiest of Holies



Purple it twas – four inches thick and sixty foot high

The curtain in the Jewish Temple was twenty foot wide

Separating God’s presence from an unclean people

Approached once a year by the high priest who lived under the steeple

Offering atonement for the wrongs they had done

Rolling on the guilt of everyone

Every year – once a year – it dragged on

Till the that fateful day had come

The Son of man hung on a tree

King of the Jews nailed between two thieves.

Blood-soaked wood – naked was he

Hanging there in shame while they laughed in mockery

Till ahead of time, he lifted his head and cried

“It is finished!” Then he gave one last breath and died.

The ground shook and day became night

The priests in the temple fled in fright

From the top to the bottom the veil had been ripped

A God-given breach that no man could fix

A breach had been made by God himself

There’s no telling what those priests must’ve felt

It was the start of a new era – grace

Jesus came and paid the price – He died in my place

Now His presence is not just in the Holy place

But now anyone can come before His face

Carrying their heavy loads and their woes

Walk away freed of their tiresome loads

A kingdom of heaven on earth he did start

Not found in nations, but in His people’s heart

The Holiest of Holies – no longer inaccessible

Now hidden in the hearts of those moldable.

photo by Carlos Koblischek