​They always say to my itching ears,

“if you can’t

Beat them,

Join them”

As though joining them is all that matters…

So, I join them, and behave like Romans

Since I’m in Rome…

Then preach on Sundays,

“Do not conform to this world”

I mean…

What exactly is not conforming?

Is it reforming the habits that I’m constantly surrounded with

Or performing the duties, lust of the eyes,

Pride of life, envy and strife doles out to me?

What exactly is corn forming?

Is it to say no to the troubles that standing out brings or what?

I look through the curtain of principles 

I 

Was raised

With,

And all that I see is a world upended.

To tell a lie and get to the limelight,

Seems to be the cheapest flight

Ticket to greatness.

To slay myself on the alter of the world

As a slay queen, looks like the easiest way to be part of the trendy millions

Who flout their nakedness on social media

To enter competition where my talent is showcased to the glory

Of one whom I was told once coveted His glory

Seems to promote me as a good actor,

I see it not as a factor that is 

Corroding   people’s view of my stand with him.

I hear melodies

That ends up infecting my soul with maladies;

MAL-IDS

I stand before the world representing one

While in my heart I represent the other.

I live as a bunch of falsehood

Just like everyone else.

I live my life as light hidden under the bushel,

The hill crying to have my presence

Where am meant to stand out

©Symolean

I thought it was one sided

There was just so much love

How someone can show this much affection

To us, people who are a mile short of perfection

Our shortcoming, so many overlooked

His sure coming, makes many overly spooked

Given life everyday like a daily miracle

Battles won for us against deities and oracles

We do so much as little, nothing, maybe little

Like a babe yet to be weaned

We ask so much, even things we don’t need

But all we need do is ask, end of story!

He supplies according to his riches in glory.
Only trials we can overcome, He maybe lets

Its like learning to drive but with safety nets

Simply obliged to give him praise

Almost nothing in return, what amazing grace!

I guess I can say its unconditional love

We can’t help it

We can’t help but accept it
It seemed like it was one sided

Like He asked me out, and I haven’t decided

Like love unrequited

But its clear now, maybe it is

God is love, God’swill

If he doesn’t do all this for me,

Who will?

©Erudite

​I flew like a feather through

Life; sniffing beauty I rarely believed to be true.

I kiss the nectars cooped between whorls of  silk

Pick grains your father, my creator, spreads for me…

I work hard

Though I don’t enslave myself doing things the things

He never wished I do.

Am the birds of the field.

I could be a varying shade of scents and nectars,

I could be a scene your eyes would race through for hectares.

Your father, my creator, clothes me,

But I draw up water for myself.

If I fail,

I’d wither.

Mr Word Spreader,

May I call you Tse-tse story;

You claim promises but make a mockery of conditions.

Wake up and come to my hills and

Your eyes will behold my mansions,

The food I gather in your wasteful days;

I Have a barn,

I have no farm.

I follow your road map.

I.work.hard.

Maybe Mr Ant is the name you know.

©Symolean

“I’m a christian” I’ve for long being one

I’m a Christian, it’s become a tradition

An audition to find a place to fit in.

“I’m a christian” it doesn’t seem so unique anymore

More like the movie ” Ben ten” everyone has a story to tell

A beautiful tale to relate with

Because it sounds so evenly

And no more heavenly.

And daily these words as become a regular routine

But wise is the words that says” many are called, but few are chosen”

My question is when will this chain be loosen

Because christ has risen

And this poor ideology ” way of pretence” has been broken 

” we are christians” yet we swim in the pool of sin

” we are christians” yet we live to be seen

And not for the glory of the one that has called to be human beings

We are dwelling in the evil things

And truth is lacking

Yet we clamouring to be root of perfection.

“I’m a christian” I read my bible and do it right

Yet you found wanting

Barely, you shine your light

Obviously, people still see you fight

You are locked into the prison of self

And fed with poison of ignorance

Slowly, slowly you go

And near death without a good tale to tell

But just ” I’m a christian”

By Toluthealchemist.

(c) 2017