Stay
Right in the ever blissful ecstasy
Flushing my soul within.
He threw a loving stare like inching
to what depth I was breathlessly -drown,
and found I had fell head over into a strange abyss
Unrecoverable, undeniably.
My desire burns red and clear
My hunger became wild and furious.
Oh how that the night was quick
Having to cut our romance half way.
Oh that your kisses was meek
Leading me further all the way.
Let me pour for you some wine
From my defiled bosom
So as to buy your time.
But My beloved muttered with tears
"it's Day Break".
My heart then shrunk, I could no more hold my fears.
Stay my beloved! n I will be your wages.
Stay my beloved! You're like a thousand rubies.
I vowed to sell my nameless jewelries
Gain by my thousands whoring.
I vowed upon my love
Never to go a 'fading.
I wept sore 'n' my beloved wept with me.
Then His heart couldn't wave "by"
He then said "Come with me".
Together apart
Hue of emotions
Glitters in your smile.
Seeming like Pandas
Somewhere beyond the Nile.
Display of camouflage
Nothing as it is
Paddling in pretense
Mind void of peace.
Covers against the real
Together but apart
Running from the real
Smiling yet in pains.
In love, not in love
A house not a home
My friend but not my friend
Still in the same dorm.
Together apart
A name that isn't so.
An enemy in disguise
A friend that isn't true.
Silk Sly
Silk sly,
swifter than a fox
tongue like a ready writer,
all but a lie.
Silk sly,
enchanter of words
Painter of the future,
all but a lie.
Silk sly,
Charming like a kitten,
always with a warm smile,
all but a lie.
Silk sly,
Seems like a perfect match,
Serving his response right,
all but a lie.
Silk sly,
Throw diamonds of promises,
spray fragrance of feelings
all but a lie.
Silk sly,
Says "you're everything"
and shall be doomed without you,
all but a lie.
Silk sly,
Spinsters perfect match,
wife's comparison
all but a lie.
Silk sly,
about to tell a lie
Trust him no more
We've learnt to live with him so.
Time
The most important gift we have,
It's but the time that ticks steadily,
Unwavering regardless of circumstances,
Unstoppable in spite of government.
For it's a resource of another realm
Owned by the sole supreme,
and thus! allotted by Him,
according to the set-to-accomplish task.
So when it ends for another, do not frown.
It has never been yours and never will be.
It comes to one with great trust, faith and preference.
Why waste it when the course has not been sailed,
Why extend it when course has fully been sailed: except more is expected .
Time wasn't allotted for wealth,
though it comes along maybe.
Time wasn't allotted for relationships
though it helps and makes living pleasant.
Time wasn't allotted for habits,
though it moves you closer or away from course.
Time, again and again!! Was only allotted for purpose.
Time will end when you have fulfilled purpose
Or
Because it isn't worth the trust and preference
Keeping you here.
Missing You
Missing you makes
me sick.
Of a malady
With a rare cure...
Thousand of rubies
cannot buy
Tickets of travels
cannot get..
The researcher yet
cannot find..
My cure doesn't
have a prototype..
Just You!!
Missing you makes
me sad...
For the world
and it's loudness
cannot paddle through
the Crystal River
of my love..
Perhaps they will
follow a wrong course
and trade my purpose
just for love..
Missing you
kind of takes away
focus...
For I fear the parable
He taught
had come true..
For I kept part of
My treasures on earth,
and I'm so scared
thieves have made their way' ...
Missing you
registers your worth...
Farther into the blues..
For I read the part
you should play
thus, mine too...
And I'm scared'
no one will play
the role better
With me..
Moon Lady
I gazed at the moon
perhaps because
the night was cold
and lonely,
and my thoughts
roamed freely,
beyond our horizon.
I gazed deeper,
now with my eyes and mind:
and that was all
I needed to pierce through
the burdened cloud...
My soul startled
and my heart leaped,
my mind gaped
that I found a woman
right in the moon..
Her image visits
my mind day after day..
She was bronzy
Like the twilight...
Around her breast was
skillfully tired wrapper
like those dyed
In Eastern Nigeria (Nnewi).
She backed a chilld
that seems to be
deep asleep or
maybe lifeless..
She was steadily
breaking a log of wood
as if to prepare
a meal for her husband
Soon to be back from work..
This I couldn't understand...
that when she stared at me,
Her eyes sorrowed me...
they sorrowed me
back to earth...
So I ask Grandma
and she said
The moon lady
has been toiling for
so long...as long as
she(grandma) was a child..
This is my Question
Did "Neil" travel with
His high school lover
to the moon???
If yes!!
She has put to birth
and awaiting His return..
Religion
Our life's like shrubs
with fibrous root draws'
living from many beliefs...
Our doctrines are naked weapons
worn on our very self..
The law like cultural attires
displayed by a non-native,
though charmed by the attires
but disobedient to guidelines....
When you probe us
we sum our defend from hearsay
and our sole witness from our
perspective...
when you prove us wrong,
we anchor our shame
on religion...
(those fake stories from Hades..)
We live both "with
the law" and "against the laws",
and as such, guilty of all..
we condemn dual creatures
on "trousers"
Yet practice mix cropping,
of cucumber and groundnut
yam and melon...
We are faithful in tithing
Yet refuse the poor
crumbs afterwards..
Tonguing ends with "Karima Santa"
yets say "the rest are blabbing..."
So we live hindered
by the shades of religion
that even the good fruits
bore, become meaningless...
who made us
a judge over them??
While we bind
ourselves after being freed..
Who made us
a ruler over them??
When their excellence
suppasses ours'..
When we meet
the Master someday..
He'll ask to know "who placed
this yokes on our shoulder?"
Then our response will be
"Maybe your interpreters
refused us a balanced meal..."
Or, "that we read thy book
with a shade"...
A shade of religion
Think Out
Think sunshine...
Think love...
Think nothing more,
than your plus....
Think rainbow..
Think hope....
Think further more,
than the now....
Think freedom....
Think chains....
The price they paid,
to get us here..
Think shooting stars....
Think hustle...
Stop wishing,
they fall by soon....
Think the Moon....
Think the Sun....
You don't have to be another,
before you reign ....
Think heaven...
Think hades...
Fruit we get,
From our choice....
Think life...
Think death....
The worth of living...
The welcome earned..
Dear Penny
Counting still
The worth of earthen Gems
and that of black earthen wells
of engines fleets
of mansions blocks
of dollars buried
and naira in the air
Of such that arms did earned
and such that arms did steal..
Economy and systems
Upholds a secret plot
That which have failed
and keeps failing...
For the worth of a thousand dollar
Is but a rusty cent.
And that of a billon naira
Is but a dusty kobo..
You grow wealthy
When you value a penny
Cheese said so ...
Feelings
My weakness or feelings
a part of who I am.
An action, works or dealings
Unnoticeable bytes overlaid!!
A combo of many signals
Such that my heart admires.
Fragments of soothing words
All to tell my 'you' story!
Stupor drunk of similar thoughts
the fragments n' signals i captured.
A bit of all
a great deal of all.
My heart' so full to the brim.
My confession
Is but a long story compressed,
and my expressions
of many signals complied.
"I love you !!"
is not all there is..
My tale will always be incomplete..
For the processing of my feelings
is chemical...
Fangs of Lies
If you would make
me a bed with lies
I'll be glad you did so..
I will sure embrace a lovely night
and a red romance too
And If i gain two or more nights..
I'll surely dance
in the moon before dawn.
But when the day births
The fangs in thy tale appears
Fangs in flushes of pleasure
Homeless I'll be by birth
Shores away from home
I'll then see the fireplace
but still walk on the coals
I'll wander in the marketplace
but consider nothing to buy
I'll live like the blind
For I left my sight in my dreams..
I can everywhere but nowhere go
I traded the future for the night...
Sonnet To My God
How can a consuming fire
be this kind
and to me His love did find.
You choose to say "I am thine"
for which I'll never know why.
Did you send thy angels to pamper?
For they've cleared my path of every stone,
Insisting they won't let me go anywhere lone.
Did you call peace over our abode?
Seeming like its something to me you did owed.
My heart paint thy face lovely and clear
as I impatiently wait for that faithful day..
and If you caress my hand before then 'Omni'
I'll let you go further; maybe to my heart, and take away my listenin..
I've finally seen thy face before the D'day
Let thy lovers groan in jealousy and disdain..
My love has already paint thy face sweet Jesus..
Can I invite you over: darl
For they say today is val
Love or Lust
I need not take a careful look
to find yearnings to be loved.
For it was on their faces; Clear
and summons on their garments flair
The day births without fear.
Of death nor of preying eyes.
For everyone seems guilty,
hence no one is guilty.
Class was disgraced
anyone could actually say
"I care".
Eyes became fasten
as if for alms; given.
The aged with the youth
became babies
for once an equal ground.
The ladies needed to be shown love; maybe lust
The guys hurled at the cost.
So sad if you've gotten drunk
Or your panties were flung.
All for a worthless subtle treat
Called it "the Schemer's evil plot.."
If you found lust today,
saddened you might never recover;
But if by chance love came your way,
What of other days.
My Plight With Sexual Pleasure/Pressure
If you've ever had issues with sexual pleasure or pressure as the case may be. It's ok to feel a little discomfort now.
Yea, how many times you've prayed to God like Paul. "God take this thorn away from me", but it just wouldn't leave right. It keeps haunting you.
Day after day, week after week, confession after confession. You now are tired of confession. The annoying thing is, it has crashed your self confidence. You now so more solitude.
Not all things are demons, somethings are Chemicals and must be understood first before we launch into the adventure of prayers.
There's a reason Solomon said, don't awake love until it please. Many waters can't question love.
That's the experience with EROTOTOXINS, they are Chemicals produced in the brain, for Sexual pleasure. Except it acts as an ADDICTIVE DRUG COCKTAIL, for Dopamine, Oxytocin, Testosterone, name them..
So unlike other drugs, with half life of few days.. EROTOTOXINS aren't such..it might take roughly 24 years to disintegrate.
I'm saying to you. That the Pornography you are hiding to see, you might be setting yourself up for another 24years of struggle with HEAVY SEXUAL URGE..
Wisdom would advise you abstain from your allergies. I would advise you abstain from your possible triggers. Rather fill your mind with positive things. Read more attitude books.
Eat more healthy food. When you are done praying, select your movies. When you are done fasting, select your songs. They might just be another TRIGGER.
Think..Pray..Act
Fairy From The Sky
Why withdraw thy Romance,
Oh Fairy from the sky?
You do this with the chanters' dance
Learnt from ancient Egypt
Perhaps, a mystery from the sky.
I have found me lost in the moment,
Lured further but here I stand.
I have found me lost in the rhythmical current
Flushing from thy charming stare.
What then is this I see?
That a step further seems endless
And a mile yonder turns limitless.
As I have found myself in thy chamber
I was void of “knowing” when we left the aisle.
Because you poured me a cup intoxicating love,
And made me wear your alluring fragrance.
Fairy from the sky
To me, you’ve wrapped romance in a mystery.
And my yearning made to grow wild.
Keep dancing and push me hither,
Soon we’ll land in the sky.
My Dysfunctional Home
It's a topic discussed one too many times in the church and religious gathering, but the intended damage to the root cause hasn't been successfully done, at least not.
I was raised in a beautiful home, my parent, mum and dad had beautiful time out to talk and crack jokes. I even had the opportunity of moonlight tales by my grand parent. And bond with my siblings.
We were doing just fine until the Advent of Social media and electronic devices. Yes, according to the famous words of an elite. "THEY'VE PUT A KNIFE INTO THE THINGS THAT HELD US TOGETHER..THE CENTER COULD NO LONGER HOLD..THINGS FELL APART.
The main essence of social media was to unite family distant. It succeeded in doing that, yet It also successfully distanced the family that was close, to the detriment of our physical presence.
I live a dual life, a life where you know me on Social Media and I'm celebrated. But I would want to confess that I do that at the expense of my family and my love ones. I've lost touch with them.
I've gotten me a false sense of boldness, I could talk to every and anyone on social media, I wouldn't dare let a pin drop in a conference, I've used this tool to educate me into imbecility.
I sit with my friends, and I'm so connected with my device that I only respond to them 45seconds after the issue they raised had died.
I sat with my parent, they had some doses of sense to dispense me, I'm afraid to say, I didn't get anything out of it, not because I didn't want to, I just couldn't get it, I was lost in a different world.
I'm afraid I wouldn't know how to communicate with my children. We all would be lost in our phones, such that we would literally become house mates, rather than a family. Then the microcosm of society would have been lost.
It might not make so much sense to you now, not until you've passed your destination, because you were focused soul out on your phone. Then probably the plight of my home would hit you.
All I beg for, is more of those beautiful times we had with our loved ones. It formed some of the values we have. We can't lose it completely.
Think..Pray..Act
A Scholar's fate
School grades is one thing every student gets to deal with. It either sets you hyper and in need for more (better) or just lives you complacent as some people say ("I can't kill myself"). A statement you really wouldn't want to make especially before your sponsors.
A lot of us, found out rather late the consequence of each report sheet brought home at the end of the term. It began to settle in when we noticed the concept of class A, B and C as each class was a direct response to your report sheet, smart, average or dumb. A system that is based on one's ability to memorize and give back. Something not everyone is cool with.
In as much as we loved school for the fun of meeting our peers, we also never really wanted to be left out of the school vibe. It was tough, but rewarding at the end.
Go to school, study hard, get good grades and get a job.
Fine, we could work with that. (Not until we were told that going to school doesn't really guarantee you a job these days). Sounds to me like a fraud.
Somehow, we get to College the one place where you decide "oh I love animals, I want to be a Vet doctor". But you find out that isn't the deal, you're asked to do a whole lot of unrelated stuff. So boring. You come less in contact with the animals and more conversant with how to get good grades and you just want to graduate, probably out there, in the "real world", there are real animals to work with.
And if you haven't noticed, most of us begin learning outside the walls of school, especially because you find meaningful exposure and experience and begin a journey of discovery of where you'd love to be and what you'd love to do
.
Funnily, at some point, A, B and C students are at the same level all searching. "oh... yea". Because the grades don't really speak so much of your capabilities. It doesn't tell if you are a good team leader or how you work under pressure. It just says hey you mastered the art of cram de la pour. Okay maybe that's not completely true but the idea is. You still need work experience
Just a minute!, before we throw the baby away with bath water, saying "school na scam" let's not forget that education will forever remain a medium to enhance individual prowess towards productivity. So I guess that we should think about a solution. An article "The kids are right, School is boring " states the need to invest in technology and digital skills as an aid to improve the learning experience. Other writers of like opinion also state that education will take a turn as examination will not be students cramming and forgetting the next day but about self paced learning on the work field and much more.
So here's the deal, Educationists or people who are passionate about change and innovation need to strategize Innovatively to improve our school vibe because it should be much more than grades but productivity and fun!.
Secret Relationship
From a thousand settled thoughts, I fiercely decided to speak but few words. Few words about an unfamiliar line of thought but a usual way of living.
Must we hide because we enjoy each others company?, Must we sneak because our emotions firmly said "yes" and we are so scared we will be misunderstood.
Must we sneak to meet in a place arid, watching for every footstep heading our way, then we go home looking the way the want us?.
Hasn't this lead to our feelings growling wild and unbridled?.
For they have said to us so many times that we are too young, and years after we are all grown, they repeat the same phrase.
May I ask "Is it strange to own to emotions?".
To be clear, I am not in support of any illicit relationship, No matter how old, established and ready you claim you are..
But to our elders, The things we now face are they just peculiar to our person, group or generation? Did you encounter them while growing up?.
If yes! why deny such. Why make us look like aliens? why tag us guilty though we commit no sin..why?
Why not talk to us? Why not bring our relationship under your supervision? Why not tell us your mistakes and how we can thrive without them?..
I think we'll do better if you adopt
this..
For we have become monsters not because we wanted to,
but because you denied mutuality, accepted unreality,
and pushed us further into the bushes where Humans(sane) do not dwell...
What Will Be Will Be: The Lie They Made Us Believe
The sermon will always begin with the profession of God's love. As they dig deeper and deeper proofing from everything that God loves you!! Believe me!! He really does.
From proofing and profession of God's love, they navigate into purpose "Our call for living". Normally the passage from Jeremiah 1 becomes the anchor scripture " before I formed thee...and ordained thee a prophet ".
There the shadows sets-in casted by ignorance. For they've dived into weightier matters -DESTINY.
Matters only the immortal one can school us through.
They ended the sermon with "what will be will be" an attempt to give us hope from the platform where we exist. But again a subtle lie!!
Will what will be really be? Maybe!! when we share in the responsible of making it happen.
Will what will be really be? Maybe!! when we make wise decisions suitable.
Will what will be really be? Maybe!! when we sit focused, graft a plan and learn to take full responsibility for our action.
Will what will be really be?
Maybe!! when we learn to trust God wholly and His ability to bring it to pass.
Not when we shift responsibility to God alone..
Cows of Bashan
Hovering like a witch,
over my landed niche.
Greedy in his greed
Nothing but a thief.
Cows of Bashan!
A weep in a smile.
A cost on a gift.
Nothing goes for nothing,
eyes starts the looting.
Cows of Bashan!
An enemy in a friend.
A stab in an embrace.
Love offered as bait,
Even at the cost of death.
Cows of Bashan!
They came comely!
Said a vow solely!
We found to us an anchor,
So our heart found succor.
Cows of Bashan
The culprits as Consolers,
Your tears like trophies.
Shades of pretends,
target attained.
Cows of Bashan!
They are everywhere
From our homes to the field
From our hood to the creed
Cows of Bashan!
I Choose You
***I CHOOSE YOU***
Years ago the movies told us EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING. Pity us!! For our foundation was faulty and the decking did not align upon real life situations.
We had to unlearn and relearn, when our life's formula denied us the expected results. We dreamt life smooth and creamy, just like the life story of Solomon Grandee.
We expected humans to be gods, such that; we find no fault in them. But ourselves were cargoes of many imperfections.
We fell into love and fell out of love. Fell into God, fell out of God as often as possible. Until we pondered on how God manages our frails.
CHOICE- that which holds true power.
As we began to choose, we ignorantly began to weave our life.
For we thought choice was about luxury; Of "afangmelon or draw", of Strawberry or Vanilla, of apple pie or chicken pie.
We own to the fact that we picked our friends or they picked us. But of course we had to choose to accept them like "the Facebook thing" .
The future will always be a product of our choice. The present will be paddled by our choice.
Our Lord made this very clear to us. "...that while we were yet sinners Christ died for us". So He did choose us.
And so, I choose Him too. Whether the road turns good or bad, I choose to stick with Him...
To love and romance in marriage ..feelings might fade away and the tingles sings tides down...but because you did choose her then, its for better or for worst, in sickness or in health. Even death becomes a pleasing junction.
And will stay with him, in swings or in happiness, with wealth or with poverty. With emotions or not...
Is not my business whether he'll stay with me too.
This is what I understand by
I LOVE YOU.
The next time you say "I love you"
I hope you're saying
"I CHOOSE YOU"
For I am a woman
And can become anything.....
Rooms To Let
I have enough rooms to let,
Perhaps!! you think you're late.
Family will always have their day,
Strangers will also find their way.
I have enough rooms to let,
even the water Lilly could say'.
Shall the tides someday flair
Let her know her place is set.
I have enough rooms to let
even the birds whistles so
If her early search goes futile; lo
she could still be my pet.
I have enough room to let,
even for those faithless.
Though sin drags you with a bait,
I won't care for you less.
I have enough room in my heart,
for everyone so.
Friends could in there chatter for
Enemies could in there be prayed for
Sinners could in there be cared for.
Jesus in my view!!!
Lost Scripts
Should i smile now, will you join me in it. Should I cry, will you try wiping them off, my tears. Will you succeed in drying the river from my soul through my eyes.
People said, we look great as a couple, I couldn't as much as tell them, those smiles, are the make up I wear to face the world. They should always see us as a perfect match, not what we truly are!
They said, "you shouldn't be jealous in your relationship", I shouldn't be? I don't get to see you smile wide the way you do outside, with me. I don't get to make you laugh hard no matter how hard I try.
You said I wasn't in a competition, I was all yours,, it's clear now, I obviously am in one, with what I don't know. I don't get to do things to please you. What should I do?
You said, "get better", the better I try getting, the farther you tell me I a from being the mark. What should I do to gain your heart again? I keep doing the things I did at first, tried studying you as a book, I keep failing.
I'm too afraid to pull out, lot of eyes are already on us. I guess I'm living my life for them now! Too many are already waving 'em flags at us. We almost are at the altar, it's hard to say no now, it looks hard to turn back.
Does it mean I no longer mean anything to you? You keep telling me, you love me, I know it's different now, you say it as a cliche. There's just a sense of duty everytime you recite the words.
I don't want to endure life. I don't want to be bottled, I want to run in the field chasing butterflies, want to sit by the beach in the evening, roasting hares in low light. I want to always be strengthened when I remember your smile.
I guess, that's too late now, I'll just say goodbye. Don't care what anyone thinks. I better save us the stress of making the mistakes of ending up together. It's hard, I hope you understand?
Good night Lover. See you again STRANGER.
Woven Ladder
Scholars say there are 4Ps in marketing; Product, Price, Place and Promotion. But how do manufacturers strive in the market with so many varieties to pick from?, a better quality, a commensurate price, a strategic location, even added value will not save you here.
So I insist, that there's another 'P' in marketing, that has not being discovered by many:-Perception. People buy in a market, filled with varieties of products based on sentiment.
You hear them say 'let's go to my friend's, neighbor's, relative's, ette unege's place and make our purchase". This most times, is basically due to a feeling they get from the trader or because they have a relationship with them; Sentiments.
We all desire greatness but we fail daily in the little things that would project us! because we call them "Little thing".
RELATIONSHIP
Daily we neglect to weave the ladder (relationships), and we expect that one day, we will be at the top.
My question to you is, will it be a world that only you live in?.
Do you not know that the honor of a king is in the multitude of people that he has. Treat people well, for you never can tell.
The world is indeed a very large place but can be a small place for you through relationships.
Apostle Selman once said " that you're indeed unwise if you pay for everything with money". Your relationship should pay for most.
Even The Lord bears so by saying "He sought for a man". You cannot be everything yourself, no matter how hard you try. For it is undisputable that a man must lift you.
Treat people with love and respect today, for you never can say...
Hey!! So you'll live long, do not expect returns...
Pebbles In Our Heart
If we journey up north, say Maiduguri, Yobe or Kaduna you'll hear about the slaughter of humans as though they were rather rams for Salah or chickens for Christmas by the boko haram set .
If you then descend to the middle belt axis, say Benue. Reports of the rampage of herdsmen, the killings of farmers in their own farm just for protecting their rights, and how cows are in turned treated as gods are confirmed.
Then, prevalent in the south; cases of rape, kidnap, homicide, human rituals performed either for tradition sake or wealth acquisition. The daily news prints could proof this fact.
What bothers me is that members of the boko haram set are humans, the herdsmen are humans not spirits, ritualism and the rest of this havoc are perpetrated by humans.
What worsening can the heart of man do?
If they could slaughter like race, like tribe, a neighbor, a brother, pregnant women and their children without a tear or prick from conscience then, no heart is tamed enough.
The culprits, accomplices, murderers, sponsors of this decay are men like us. men highly ranked by the society; Pastors, Imams, leaders, common men that still own the right to makes choices.
For when they began, they never envisage reaching this stage. For darkness is like a bad worm that continues until the targets holds no more.
The bible said "The heart of man desperately wicked".. wickedness that broods desperately.
If king David: the man God picked by himself, could slaughter a man and take his wife then, search your heart. You might find pebbles in there. Pebbles you never laid, pebbles from no where.
Anything is possible to a Man's heart..
The preacher can become ritualistic.
The Christian sister can become a prostitute.
The good man can become abusive.
The submissive wife a demon.
The Imam a drunk.
Do not be quick to judge. But daily search your heart. For by so doing, you might come across pebbles: pebbles you did not lay.
Cloven Tongues
You sure are doing great is the voice that usually whispers. Calmly and boldly you would almost think. This has to be the calm still voice of the Lord.
Sooner than not, will the veil be off the eyes, only to find that, that which spoke was the promptings of the soul. A desire to satisfy the ego that must be heard.
It goes thus, Don't consult others, it might make you appear weak. You dont want to termed a weak man. You need to speak up a little bit louder, more sternly and if your hand is long enough, SLAP.
The very itchy under the tongue to say the very rumblings of the mind. It's careful drafted, it's almost intoxicating like the Brewer's wine. The redness of it in the heart make the eyes red.
If I don't talk up now, I guess I'll forever remain silent. Have I soon forgotten what my mum taught. "Listen as twice as you talk". The society doesn't want that mum! I need to talk when I feel I should talk.
It never occurred to me that my words this stink harder and bitter than the Adder. It once was butter in my mind. It once was sweet to my mind's ear.
Should I say as fast as I let them out, I'M SORRY. Will it mend the wounds, the sores I've made. Would it sweeten, the sourness of the heart of chief friends I've prepared.
Should I send envoys, would it erase the humiliation of finding out my secrets in the public? Will it dry the tears that before God I raise.? Was I wrong to try to confide in a friend, at least they appeared so!
What would I to suffice the boiling of this hearts. He'll has no fury than a brother betrayed by words. Would I restore the Smiles, the Joy and the Peace.? Would I not learn never to be hasty, at least not with WORDS.
I'LL USE MY WORDS WISELY
THINK..PRAY..ACT
Resolves
When fear clouds my heart,
while a door blacks out.
And tomorrow stares me strange,
with uncertainty and doubt.
Will i search for a ray inside,
and cast my anchor east side.
When nights becomes for tear',
and sleep is no where near.
For lo, the night knows then my knees
and so, my pray' becomes a plead.
Then shall I fall into Father's arms,
allow the hug breathe me calm.
When friends race the journey far,
and I seem nowhere be.
Even as I stick to your laws right,
and saddle pray' to thee.
You seem to bid me slow,
I'll trust and go with your flow.
When family to me look
and nothing to them I did give.
Even as storms around me choke
and pressure stings me green
I will on you ease
and let you call the peace.
When life froth
I shall find my ray
Cast my anchor
Saddle my prayer
allow you call the peace...
My God.
Unlabeled Rider
What would I say of the rider from the North? The sun that comes out with pride, who stayed longer than we expected her. Would I be shocked if she comes out from the West? Will you fully understand her ways?
It's not surprising why she comes out late, I wouldn't blame her for making us go late to meetings and church. It once was her mother's nature, she learned from the garden. She surely would show up years after Adam had showed up.
Unlike the commonly celebrated notion of being weaker vessels. Defining Weaker in terms of Mentality and strength. The excuse of not paying attention to the masterpiece that was drafted by the Master's hand.
What would you say of the riders in the full moon, clothed with the sun for brilliance, and the starry host for Elegance.? Will the Cedars stand taller than her in her pride, surrounded by her children, table round.?
Will the gentle breeze compete with her, as with calm and assuring voice, she reassures you of that, all is well.? Will the proud waves roar hard against her, when on her knees, she causes constellations to seize in their orbits.?
What would I liken her to, a rose amongst the reeds and thorns, that grows by the King's Vale? Will the Lilly really compete with her for beauty? Will the strong men of the Earth, not cry at her laps.?
Would I boast myself against one who shares the office of the HELPER? Will be able to array all in a day who this rider is? Will I in tongues of men or spirit say it all?
I've been left in want of words. I would only submit to the words and expression of my Father before me.
WOW MAN!
God bless the perfect design called WOMAN!
HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY to all the women in the world. And especially those who has affected and keeps affecting my life.
Shades of Life
Shall I view life from the Suns post,
perhaps I may view the truth!
the fairness of summer,
and the gladness of spring.
The cruelty of winter,
with the humor in autumn.
As i see of summer
Wages that have been earned,
the gods innocent of blames
fairness been served.
As I see of summer
Justice upon the called,
Freedom for they wronged
Equity of the law.
As I see of summer
Feathers taken off the proud.
Conscience left enthroned,
Spirit takes the lead.
As I term of spring
Merriness of the heart,
Drunkenness of fools,
Beckons of dark doom.
As I term of spring
greed of the wealthy,
Denials of God,
The comings of the flood.
As I term of spring
Luxury and death,
thoughts of no tomorrow,
Nothing as it seems.
As I watch of winter
The ills of life
the happens uncalled for
The uncertainty of breathe.
I kept watch of winter
and watch "the good" doomed
The innocent dammed
And honesty trampled
I kept watch of winter still,
and the equation tilt.
The result demeaned effort,
and labor failed.
I took a spy on autumn
and her humor amazed me.
she was filled with surprise,
and no one could tell.
I took a spy on autumn
with the hope it brings.
The present isn't all there is,
the rainbow lies ahead.
I took a heart on autumn
The light that it beams.
The fairness of summer,
The foolishness of spring.
The cruelty of summer,
and a light coming in autumn.
Hold on friends,
Light is coming.
I can bet it
Light is coming.
We Are Condemned
The suspect looks up as if to plead with the Jury as they continue in their deliberations. His past becomes so real, as though he could do anything than just reflect.
Faces of loved ones kept flashing, and for the first time maybe, he was sure he would miss them.
He finally gave a thought to eternity and its duration compared to the life he lived on earth.
"The Jury is ready" comes that emotionless voice among the panel(Jury).. "The Jury finds the suspect GUILTY ..." As if the voice echoed, for it kept coming over and over again!
What could a condemned man do? For his destination was clear and certain. His destination was Death! and he is denied a choice but to go by the verdict.
Some things are actually indispensable to survival, for even though we sometimes want to proceed without them, we just can't! We can't!
For the taught us diligently that prayer is very important to our Christian life, But did not lay emphasis that PRAYER IS INDISPENSABLE.
We are CONDEMNED TO PRAYER, just as a the criminal is condemned to die. Ministry irrespective.
Over and over again we have seen how this realm is subject to the unseen realm. Such that, all activity of creation are carried out there, transported by prayer and displayed in the physical.
Our Knee owns the solution to a lot of our complaint. I would boldly say that in this generation, its is virtually impossible to strife without lodging in prayer.
And perhaps you refuse to choose through prayers, life has been mandated to choose for you.
If we must fulfilled our purpose on earth. We must admit to be condemned to prayer.
Pray, Pray and Pray so more
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