EVERYDAYJESUS’ ‘The Leverage’ (a poem)!

January 25, 2017January 24, 2017Leave a comment

Hello friends!

Welcome to the new term “2017”

You have gone a long way to make this destination

This is the new age

Help me tell rage to leave

This is the time to go in range with the past

People! It is cool we celebrate

For God appreciate this

So to elevate

For God initiated thanksgiving

To stay even amidst odds

Welcome on board

Listen carefully! Get rid of the ages

So you could play a vital role in breaking out of the cages

Stop the chases

And keep on with the praises.

Yesterday! Now gone

It is time to grow and flow

Let’s update our version

So we could stay compatible with the present.

This is my present

Words are never enough

Rather too much

But could keep us alive

In the battlefield.

Look! Never forget it’s still earth

World full of betray and ray

World full of plenty and empty

Let’s strive to be the best

Tomorrow could be the test…

By ‘The Alchemist’ (Tolulope Amao)

moment that matters, words that glitters

Year that glitters, dears that matter…

©, Tolulope Amao

EVERYDAYJESUS’ ‘Other man’s dream?’ (A poem)!

January 23, 2017June 11, 2020Leave a comment

What do you want for you?

Casting off this burden

Chasing the cheapest dream

Yet expecting to meander amidst the richest valleys

All seems vanity

Like it’s a mere desire

So the state of many

What if then I ask that

What do you want for you?

Will the answer solve the wave within?

Or just a common man’s answer?

Severally, it feels like saying am done

When the odds refuses to say ‘I’m gone’

Like a corn, all just fade in solely state

All for a taste, a chase that brings little

Why then living another man’s dream?

Why pretending as if your action is justifiable

When all you are doing is barely for the crowd

As a crow, the cloud of greatness initiates less

What if then I ask

What do you want for you?

Bones are fading

Days nearing to apocalypse

So the eclipse of doubt expands

Thought fails

War is yet raised

In division, so is the mission

What if I get a lamed answer?

What if you are tamed?

Why won’t you then find an answer to this question!

Author note:

What do you want for yourself?

Wish and dream?

Vision and action?

Will you get an answer to this, poets?

©, Tolulope Amao

EVERYDAYJESUS is skin-deeper with me! (A poem)

January 22, 2017January 19, 2017Leave a comment

He is with me

When shame covers me until I am choking

When it leaves me feeling like trash

When contempt cuts through my heart

Such that I am bleeding to death

He is with me

He is with me

When I suffer prejudice

When bias makes me question my own good intentions

When the words of my love vocabulary appears to fail me

When I am sorely misunderstood

That I even fail to understand myself

He is with me

He is with me

When ‘neglect’ is just not good enough to say how I feel

When I feel as though I am an ‘after-thought’

When I feel rejection and humiliation

Such that I have a perfect blend of a distasteful ‘emoconcotions’

When the sharp sourness of this emoconcotions cuts through my pride

Sharper than a diamond sword

Until pain makes me weak and speechless

That I fail to rise above the lethargy within

He remains just there with me

He is with me

When human words fails my heart expressions

When I know just a few words to tell exactly how I feel

He groans within me with words deeper than words

Because He forever remains with and in me

He is with me

When pain dries the fountain of my tears

Such that my greatest need becomes to weep

So that my pains might be washed away

I know He is yet with me

He is with me

When I feel lonely and all alone

When I feel as though I have just ‘me’

When ‘me’ is not sure if she should remain with me

He will never fail me

Because He is right there with me

He is with me

Even when I am wrong

When I am unmerciful and finger-pointing

When I stray from the love lane

Such that I feel as though I have failed

His love will never fail

Because He loves to be right with me

He is with me

When the seeming cold hands of death come for me

When I know that my time has come I warm up in child-like excitement

For I know that death has lost its sting on me

So I need not fret or fear

Because He will as always wrap me in His love consuming

Such that my heart quakes and my spirit blushes

In earnest expectation for my great hibernation

Which ushers me to the redeeming consummation

Away from this fallen home that I live in

To that incorruptible home, the kind that Man Jesus lives in

That body which has no limitations and barrier

I know my rejoicing would know no bound

For again He will be with me

He is with you

Even when guilt seems to be blinding your sight

When you are clueless and running away in blind shame

Such that you appear to have fallen into the strong arms of the enemy

Just quit your packing to the ‘no home’ place

You see, He never gives a quit notice

Because even if you still choose to leave

He just can never ever leave you

Jesus will ever be with you through the thick and the thin

He is that friend who sticks closer than a kin

Because He is indeed closer and deeper than your skin

And it definitely will not depend on what you feel or think

He will never leave you or abandon you

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? …No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord – Romans 8: 35-39 (NIV)

By Favouromeje, 2016.

EVERYDAYJESUS’ ‘Do not kill nature’! (A poem)

January 21, 2017January 19, 2017Leave a comment

NATURE, gives inspiration right?

But then, walking her down on the street of extinction

Humanity! Where is this distinction?

Maybe only and folly as a reward in school

When this shoe called nature

Is neglected, and rejected

Can you hear her pleading?

Bleeding as if guilty

‘Save my body’, my part (human)

For when it’s all gone

What else left other than mourn.

DO NOT, cease from your call

We are wise ones, not bias ones

Blimey! She is dying

Sharing a wretched man’s fate

Hope won’t be too late

To amend this rate…

Author note

Concerned about the state of things

…us forsaking our source.

EVERYDAYJESUS’ ‘Chant’ on power’ (a poem)!

January 19, 2017January 19, 20171 Comment

Sup’ with this attitude

All these burn off me

Like the injustice running through the city’s tower

Enclosed in the vacuum called brain

Through the veins and tissues

Hoping these words be applied without issues.

Let’s go higher

This is the will we must seek

Blimey! Be it young, be it old

Like the fire

Let’s maximize this gift, power

For the sky is the destination

For the mind needs elevation

Unto this nation

I plead for freedom

Upon this kingdom I pray for the vision

Let our leaders see wisdom in power

And for the followers to understand the way of power, this hour.

For the ways of man is engaged with flaw

He raised himself above the law

Why this war?

The problem we fight daily

Is built in his heart like a wall

Please take these words

For unto him, is this power given

Let him be wise enough

So he could see the light rise

Ahead of the tunnel.

The alchemist…

Author note:

I feel the necessity of the right use of power, power is the trait we all have in common, but people are not giving attention to its right use. Get inspired as you read

EVERYDAYJESUS’ ‘His witness’ (a poem)!

January 17, 2017Leave a comment

In truth, I speak him aloud
In words, I pick his existence
For he is the lamb, the lamp to your feet
For he is also the lion, your pavilion when all seems wrong.

In letters I adore him
Even beyond the latter years
Your tears now his care
Even when the world yells fear
Still he is fair enough
To bear your regret
And call you into his fold.
In sickness, when all hope seems faded
In every disappointment, when the future seems broken
Like a fracture to the brain
O yes! Yes He is with you
To heal your diseases
To reveal carefully that it’s not disappointment
But “this is my appointment”
All for seasons,
And beyond the seasons
Very much Christ
Is alive to give you rest…

He is here!
He is there!
He is with you dear!

Iamthealchemist
2016
Christ’s witness

EVERYDAYJESUS’ Sunday! (A poem)

January 15, 2017January 13, 2017Leave a comment

This is the word spoken on Sunday
When the lame sees him
And their blame is taken away
When we sing the song of redemption
Despite the state of recession
When those who feel wrong of their sins
Now behold him to sing the song
The song of salvation
It all starts on Sunday.
Sunday, the sunny day
That expresses His glory
That those who are holy
Might gather and show him, the gratitude
Sunday, sun now yields to his sons
That his daughters will live in laughter
And voice be raised
Instead of noise
That heart stays broken
Instead of being harden
It is a scene on Sunday
Sunday more than the ray
But evidence of his coming
That Sunday will someday reckon victory
When this fleeting breath is taken
When this hasten heart
Be put to a stop, according to his act
This starts on Sunday.
On Sunday,
Let all heart be subjected
And render praise
Let the mountain be raised
Let the waters be still
Let hope beyond man’s understanding stage
Let his sons, daughters cope
For it is another start
Another chance for us to dance
And grow, glow in him
Till the trumpet sound
Everyone “it’s Sunday”

The alchemist (c) 2016.

Author note:
It is another start, and phase to face. A new hope starts.

EVERYDAYJESUS’ Extremist (a poem)

January 13, 2017Leave a comment

Rhyming fanatical
Minding less people’s desire
This is my nature, black and spiritual
For every line so identical
And I’m so desperate to go tactical.
These are the words of an individual
Playing with words, I’m methodical
Let suggestion be raised higher
That am against the law of poetry, not metaphorical
O yes I know, I care to be optional
My mind recommends being optical
And for once be mystical.
This is my arrival
After days of sabbatical
Fighting fear that eats up my words like a cannibal
Until then yields revival to be a survival
Never to be diabolical
Nor be prodigal.
Enemies’ emphasis so radical
Walloping chant going lyrical
Seeking answers.
I prescribe poetic pharmaceuticals
O yes! I’m phenomenal
Not to be egotistical
But an observation, for I choose this lane, I’m being motivational
So exceptional!
The alchemist

Author note:
Inspired by Earl the Pearl work “extremist”

I feel it is right for every poet to be who they are. And to be free like the waters. There should not be restriction to what you can do. We are all different. We possess different style, view and gift, which makes the world a better…

You have to believe in what you can do, and do it right…. everyone is an extremist in their own way…

Be inspired