Crosswords that point us homewards, our lives, as stacks of scenes
I’m stuck in the middle, spindles that spawn yarns across here, there, the between the fabric sweeping
I’m the man now, boy was, sage intending, will be, God willing
Or else, disillusioned, despaired, desperate, death-like thirst, request
There’s here, sparks flying from me, strings spring through, multiple crosses, sent forthwith
There’s there, stuck to me, attached yet departing from, friends, foes, part of life
Other worlds, words said tell of them, of other minds
They think, seem similar, yet so varied, vacillating between vicissitudes
Like me, they recount times, temporal, they envision the eternal
At times I smile and muse about mushy themes, things about these realms
Its fine when they help me out, when they make my life like tasty tapestry
Its other times when they lay my longings waste, ruin my rites, rent my robes
The implication is that I lose love for connectivity and social medium
I crumple into a shapeless ball of fury-bathed porcupine
I let go of the big picture, the us-fixture, the bio-psycho-mixture
Discuss turns discourse, then tends to inveigle, to ride on polemic, phillipic
Tear away, well up with tears, raining astray courses upon face
Return to dull single soul bubble

The other parts of “things” apart from “I” and “T” for “these”, I’ll read
The breezy steads, busy streets, snaking strips of city traffic
There’s more, about birds whistling, about dears browsing, about goats bleating
The whole life of nature, the whole spice of meteors driving as though to strike grasslands
The awe I find, of the days that slowly pass, the joys and pains that relit my head’s lightbulb

If life was just for me, it’ll be free of fast heartbeats, in need of every other thing
I’ll walk through nothingness, be lost in blank bland coldness
Weightless, valueless, not linked, without springs, without wintery excitement
But here, what I do is the extension of another’s life story
What I see is the unfolding of days seen
by me and others
If only we can meet to stick together, let the portions of our thoughts and walk merge again
If only we understand one as a piece, and all as part of a puzzle
Fix these perfectly by letting our strengths be gifts to each other
Let our faults be filled in by other’s love, until we all are collectively strong
If only we abandon the frame of mind that revolves around “me”
If Christ’s self is all we could be birthed into
One person at a time
Then all of us for all of eternity
If only.

We  all were once standing in this congregation
So excited to see what’s next in preparation
For what we do not know
Uncertainties of life
Strugglings  yet unsure of
With both fingers crossed and in our thoughts
And still here in   wonder of what’s next
The confidence we have gained, the mistakes we’ve made
Trying to appear again as “up next”
In line with the hope for a different result “yes”
Not  to be as crime but prime
Within  our hearts are dreams and goals
All mixed with stories untold
Still with our heads up for what’s not
The official guest did not show up
The now immortalized mortal is dead
And so,  our hope “dropped dead
Seeking for something..or someone
Who fills the emptiness we feel
That thirst, that hunger
That has driven many to  the yonder, the yawning hell
With many jogging down there
Trying to love to fill it
But it ends up in lust,hate and war
With the things that seems tangible in our hands
Slipping away through our fingers
Grasping for all these
Like a man gasping for his last breath
Oh the feeling
That even the air we breathe is toxic
To our hearts
Causing an uncontrolled cough of hurt and anger
Still the emptiness is
What can we do to live at peace?
Though we don’t show it
But this is it!
Well, doesn’t this statement ring a bell?
The men that Peter words held
Not just Peter, but Philip as well
What can we do to be saved?
And be free from this disease worse than AIDS
The God-void syndrome
Without Him,
As empty a drum is
So shall you be
In Him you find wonderful discoveries and more
It is just a change of mind from the crow to the eagle that soars
To accept defeat of flesh
And the feet of Him instead
To the belief of all possibilities
And secured destinies
To rest in real peace
The reason to seek

All written in a mysterious love letter
Inspired by my best friend, HolySpirit
Surprised right?
That’s what happens
When what you step into all seems bright!
…
….fini!

Before the me-game came to make insane
There was you, two ways made same, laid in lines to collide, drive
Not to divide, make asides, astride in competitive races
You now, the opponent, you set me in mind, the kind of conception that’s about sides
You’re making for the line, to finish before, to draw it between us as permanent
We two, twined, tangled, twisted into unity, fashioned, forged, framed
Trimmed, primed to prose-like praise of the thing marked as Divinely formed
Strings thronged together, with
beads that are seeds of our love
Deeds of eyes that meet, that sit on seats stitched by sacrifice sweet, swiftly inspired
Ignited as fire, aflame, glowing brightly for us to see, to enjoy, to be warmed by
They’re doused, by aroused rains seeded by clouds of discord
They’re gone, done away with, replaced by gaping spaces and frowning faces
And by ambitious, broken hearts

Its the turn into yourself, inwards, inroads into the soul carved out
Marked out, shutting me out, cutting me off, making me mad, marring my dreams
Making memories nightmares, when they stick their barbs, sharp stiffened stilts jutting out
Sticking through from pierced soul, up pointing, wanting nothing
Wanting, not for the times when our names meant mimes from clans, perhaps claps for great wishes, riches
No, speaking, yes, for wounds, brooding, breeding lethal brands of thought, bad blood
Because you found a name you’d rather keep, than keep me close to you

Forget the thing that stings our skins, that hangs on our sleeves, as irritant
Forget the self that serves to stop surrender to the loving other
Forget the aim to raise shoulders for pomp, plump up for vain aplomb
Forget death, the void within you find with the mist that’s self actualization
Let the myth die, live life with us, your beloved,
Let life be fly, soaring sacrifice of each one for everyone of us
Let us be true, let love rule, let our name be “all one for Him”.

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.

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.