Tag: personal

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    It was one scoreSince I walked throughYour doorOctober eighteenthTwo thousand and four I had no place to goI was homelessFull of despair and woeYou took me inAnd let your love show We’ve laughed and criedMore laughing than cryingNo longer did I hideWe talk for hoursYou’re always by my side Vi you’re my best friendYou’re a…

  • Belly Smacking Forever

    I smack my belly at night It is such a delight I smack it during the day As I yell hip-hip-hooray Smacking my belly is the way to go I smack it fast and I smack it slow Smacking my belly will never go out of style I’ll smack it the extra mile Smacking my…

  • Altered States Don’t Define Me

    I am quite insaneI have a corrupted brainMy neurotransmittersAre out of syncIt affectsThe way I thinkSome days I’m inA dark malaiseYet, in despairLike hymn writerWilliam CowperChrist – I do praiseSome days I’m onA manic highI need sanityTo come nighAt times I haveTerrifying psychosisYet my mindRemains precociousSometimes I’m delusionalThat is quite unusualI may meow like a…

  • Freedom in Christ

    In the dawnOf the new millenniumI lost my sanityChaos reignedIn my mindDisconnected thoughtsVoices in my headMy eyes deceived meHallucinations aboundedI slowlyBecame very depressedAlmost lostThe will to liveBut at my lowestWith a fracturedMindI found ChristWaiting for meChoosing meTo saveTo adoptHe is nowAnd forever shall beMy GodMy LordAnd my SaviorGlory to God By Zachary Uram(c) 2023

  • A Rejoinder to Reformed Presbyterians and Reformed Baptists

    Saints, for 20 years I’ve had only Presbyterians giving me hate, denigrating me, belittling me, ridiculing me, mocking me, being dismissive and haughty and insisting I am not Reformed. I finally got so sick of the abuse. I reached a breaking point, and that was the catalyst for my recent blog article on being Reformed.…

  • Untitled poem by my sister Vi

    When I visited,my Grammaalwayssmiledat meandI always yelled,“Hi Gramma!”My Dadwould besitting onthe flowered couch,bothered bythe hot weather,the Pirateswere on,the overhead fanwhirredbutit wasso hotit reallydidn’t helpmuchandafter I sat therefor a while,my dear Grammawould yell (because the TV was so loud),“Hey Vi – go to the cellarand get a pop!”my Dadprotested,and Grammaalways said,“Aww, Joey,let Viget a pop! It’s…

  • My Dear Sister Vi

    You help my backWhen it goes out of whack You are so kind and sweetYou can’t be beat You cook me delicious foodIt always puts me in a good mood You do my laundry without complaintTruly, you are a saint My dear PosieYou make my life so rosy My days are blueWithout you You shop…

  • My Fractured Mind

    I lost my mind you seeYes, it happened to me Twas a score and threeYears ago, since I began my misery I was struck down in my primeIt happened in an instant of time One day I woke up hearing voicesMy mind was in pieces Visual hallucinations followed soonI was now a loon I was…

  • A Spring Journey

    The rain falls gently downCovering hills of green and brownThe air smells fresh and newLike early morning dew A songbird chirps a sweet melodyIt seems to recognize meI love being connected to natureThere is nothing greater Observing God’s glorious creationFills me with elationAll this was made for manFollowing God’s master plan We must be good…

  • My Broken Mind

    I am crazy and barking madI’m quite insaneThis is my sad refrain At the turn of the millennium‘Twas a score and threeSince I lost my sanity Now my days are troubledFilled with pain and woeWe truly reap what we sow My thoughts are speeding pastIt’s a superluminal raceI can’t keep up the pace Delusions and…