CYCLING OVER FIRE

Flames
The office block’s swarming with us, we’re into session, we’re working on figures
Things
They’re the bosses, they tell us to break courses, those we’ve ridden thus far
Dreams
I’m in the dock on this one, living large, but bugged by looming detour, recourse to blurs
Wigs
We must cover up, be clowns, be circus dons, dunces to diabolical deeds, collective thieves
Ashes
Let them burn, the lies they try to style, strategize about saying, making mean mines
Even if it means my dreams and things burn to ashes

Real
They drew me in, circled about my way, cut me out
Tight spot
They put me on the podium, played the prank, told me to choose between being chaste, and its loss in a haste
Worst cost
They set their eyes on me, watched for the roses to rot, lest they detest and unfriend me
I stuck to it, shooed him off, fixed my eyes on Him
Loss
They labelled me fool, fanatic, fashionless, left me friendless
I’ll stay firm, even if the real cost is the loss of all my company

Pride
Where there’s much, shoulders may rise high, heads may blow wide
Hyped
The busts of me are cut, praise of me is sang, I struggle to keep my show hung
Low
The noise gains momentum, calls for me to come off that race, to cause my wheels to come off
Remain
I’ll just remember my bones and a broad street beggar’s aren’t dissimilar
Unchanged
They’ll call, kick, curse for more of me, but less of me and more of Him I’ll be, give
Show

You will never run from the battlefield
The soldier will stand his ground, advance with trumpet’s sound
Surfing as held, firm and free through battering sea waves, never wavering
Fear may rise to sink us, sap us clean of resolve, make us revolve around silly temporal precepts
We’ll stay the course, we’ll win the war, we’ll sing the victory song
For to us has been given this great grace
This grace we have, to cycle over fire.

ANNIVERSARY

It always starts up as just a dream, most times it would be fought by every aspect of “why we cannot do it”

Our fears, our inadequacies, our time would wear gloves and enter the same ring with our dreams.

What keeps us going is not our strength, it is the dream giver Himself.

I want to thank God Almighty for giving this dream, and keeping it too.

I want to thank Him for the lives of those that have been blessed on this platform, and for the men and women who He has used to keep the dream alive.

Today, the 2nd of October, 2015
The Christ-A-Poet blog is officially 3Years old.

We return ALL the glory to Him whom it is it truly due.

As we all enter another year in this place, I pray greater works than there has been for each of our lives, and of course, greater depth and freedom in the Love and knowledge of Christ.

I am glad to have you ALL
God bless you.

#Ezeonyeka Godswill
*chief Editor CAP.

CREATION AND GRAFFITI

Red flames fanned by black youth swooped upon by cops
Swarm of stinging bees, frenzied fleet footed folks fleeing yellow striped devils
Brown bellicose locusts lashing land fertile, riding it of greenery, lush and lustre
Thieves break in, steal, bully, beat black and blue
Royalty purpled, plundering grey glum peasants, paupered people
White supremacists strangle flowing human sympathy, stifle togetherness
Molten magma reddens and blackens to soot and shreds and ash
Multicoloured world torn to pieces by earthquakes of no rhyme, unrhythmic bells, disputes
Disagreement, nonalignment, misconstrued symbols, dim colours, yes, pale light
Eyes misty, barely seeing, poorly conceiving
Deceived

Like patterns unraveling, the web of existence has come upon tanglement
The intricate, the delicate, delightful dance in unison, now  nonsensical cacophony
Once creation, now graffiti, confetti declaiming splattered paint, wreck
Failed state
Until the Artist decided to redo the work

Today, its still stripes of unmatched hues, woeful shades
But the sun strides stately through the sky
Leaping into place, diving at pace, dividing days
There’s the uniting beyond races, as racing for the eternity beyond takes center stage
Raised stakes have raised hopes of life, of a portrait full of boom and bloom
Redrawing, reuniting, redefining, making harmonic
No longer macho men, blue boys, dominating pinkish girly frail and fragile
Sinking these caricatures, sucking them down the drain
No longer race riots, logo disputes, whitewashed walls and public slates for rebel artists
Its the masterstroke from sweeping swab and dabble, dimples and dots, reconnected points
Laid down guns and grumpy gloominess
Lively bright colours, life inspired, remade, done again, gone no more
The night will again sparkle with a million stars across space above
We will see it all and remember our togetherness
We will see this and remember the world our God made
The coming age, creation restored, made beautiful in His eyes.

Wrench

Godzniel's avatar2nd Daniel

I want to speak with the medium of my pain.
The same heart God made me smile with.
The same arms that pressed into me
With love
With hope
With trust.

I feel like a killer
A murderer who has destroyed another life
Just by smothering it
With poison
With guilt
With trust.

It didn’t take long. Pain has written again
A powerful orchestra, exploding from my chest
Silently pulsing, throbbing
With nostalgia
With disappointment
With resilience.

I look to my Father, He’s the best
At comforting me, reminding me who I am
What this world is, a game;
Of worship
Of ends
Of resilience.

I have but these words, my expression
Of the tiny storm that churns within me
I understand heartbreak, and guilt.
I will thicken just a bit more
Just to bear this weight,
As I endeavor to rest on my Father,
With trust;
As I endeavor…

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STAY

Stay only a little while, and it’ll be done
The thing called telling it all, called calling it for what it is
Hang around the grounds of apologetic sounds, whispering rounds
Passing plates in communion, sharing shreds of extras and experience
Filling ears and bellies with speech, acquaintance, and sauce
Building bonds, bringing rallying songs
Making us see us as one fond fold
One tight family
Let this time last, past sunset
Let the dawn break upon our unity

So stay just a while yet, and see
All that feverish hiding away slowly depart
The arms around you and handing to you will reveal calm
Assuredness, peace and exuberance exuded in ease and passion
Gentle jests, candid corrections, beyond fraternal, above spatio-temporal
Eternal, traversing ages, surpassing mortal cages, human limits, proud digits
Those phalanges that toil all alone, of a single soul that moans
Decries solitary trudges, but recoils from gathered brothers, sticks up borders, does bother
Kicks herself for staying away, feigning apathy, masking the wide yearning yawn
At the end of this brazen brawl with obvious obsession stalled
You’ll no longer mask that need, but you’ll bask indeed
The seed will sprout, that which we sow with the exclamation “hello!”
You’ll be seen within the cluster that love does muster
As lights fly through the room, breaks burdensome rules, lets love rule
Slowly, surely, ultimately, the compassionate sacrifice will form in you
So you’ll be, like us, chasing down the shy, those who cry, even the hostile
So you’ll be like us, like Him, like Christ who gave us the beautiful life.

Rhetoric Reaction

Godzniel's avatar2nd Daniel

I didn’t, did I?
In the light darkness
Old words caress my eyes
Pictures of past positions
Pray I ponder the present.
Water under the bridge’s thighs.

Time, the Narrator,
The Historian of Bravado;
Tell of the contrast
Between my future and past.
I have found at last
That I must pray and fast
I must grow and die fast
Grow my heart, sails and mast.

I didn’t think I could make it
Not without your Holy Spirit
By strength shall none survive
I didn’t, did I?

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El

He is life, existence; essence.
The substance of existents, of evidence.
Their is no being without him
Water is made of him
Fire was born in his presence.
All knowing, he is omnipotence
Heaven and Earth is in The Beginning.

He is Love, innocent; unconditional
Like a picture’s smile of approval
Patient, cautious, forgiving.
Though he hurts he keep giving
Omnipresent in his parental
task of offspring retrieval.
Merciful, compassionate, hoping
We all come home to him.

He is Light, knowledge; Power.
The ability to make or scatter
The thought within The Word,
Where meaning is stored.
The reverberation of matter,
When The Truth says a prayer,
The Receipt of Reconnection,
A Nature and Translation.

He is The Creator,
King of Heaven, GOD!!!

Missed kiss

Godzniel's avatar2nd Daniel

Pain. I started out from pain. My insides in turmoil as I stewed in pain’s oil yet everything, worked together for my good. I smile sometimes when I remember their faces and jokes and stories and yokes and then I, blink…

Thousands of times ago you, Father, thought me up; but then it might have been today because for someone who transcends the ‘before and after’ phenomenon of Time yet chooses to operate by it, what you go back and change will not have changed but will have always been as you made it. Change is a human adjective. Its always today for you.

If not how will those whom you called, be the same you predestined to bear the image of your son, when they are, we are, the same who nearly didn’t believe?

You thought me up…created me…gave flesh to the idea that is my spirit, my being.

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