If there be a rock in the past
If it makes you think it won’t last
If evil is all your mind’s die can cast
Let it go
Somehow it looks like a cycle
You’re rice and life’s just been a sickle
Ride away on hope’s bicycle
Let it go
Though you see no gleaming light
Though your day is as dark as night
Take this little word to heart
Let it go
You hold the keys to the lock
You open the doors when the hurts knock
Unchain your mind from that old rock
Let it go
Priscilla
ucTRUTH
© 2019
Your voice elder brother
Reminds me of life without borders.
You live a virtue more than a cafila
Of the nine fruit a part of the triune is, like aqua
Shadows shift spot when you beam your light.
Goodness you exude without a need to fight
This titanosaur, flesh that engulfed men, bond to obey
One filled with wiles; the same that appears as an apostle of the day
You conquered my nightmares, horrible illusions I traded by peace to
Long before I understood that you never wished to
Have half-baked human, harangued into hellscape.
You took away my bugaboo
And made me whole
Simeon Chidi
© 2019
I want to be free to live,
A life free from difficulty,
A life with no tragedy
I want to be free to walk,
walk and never be stopped
Free to walk away from that sin that enslaved me,
Free to confront the devil that estranged me
I want to be free to speak,
Oh let my tongue leak, the truth.
I want to be free to spill out words that heal,
Words that plant and uproot futile roots
I want to be free to see,
See beyond diverse challenges,
See an adventure in the midst of peril
I want to be free to smile,
A smile that brightens and brings joy to a troubled mind and uplifts the weary heart
I want to be free to dream,
Dreams that are not assaulted by ferocious nightmares,
Dreams that give the assurance of a bright future
I want to be free to give,
Give without demanding to receive
Free to give myself up, just as Christ did for us
I want to be free to worship,
Acknowledging him who has dominion and lordship
I want to be free to love,
Unconditionally, exclusively and indefinitely
I want to be free to be the creators poet,
Free to get my papers wet,
With blue blood as they surge freely through my pen
I want to be free to write my piece,
Without chaos afflicting my peace
I want to be free to be the “me” that I’m supposed to be,
Not regarding people’s thoughts and opinions of me
I want to be free from pressures,
Free from peer pressures that accelerates my blood pressure
Free from living to measure up and forgetting his “treasure up”
I want to be free from the shadows of my past,
Free to take off this obfuscating mask
I know I committed crimes and crossed lines but I want to be free to bask in his ever redeeming light,
Free to actualize that in Christ, I am worth a Jew’s eye
I want to be free
According to God’s will
Flourishing like the flowers
Gushing with full strength like the waters
And as a tree planted near the rivers whose root spreads across like the garment of a diva
I want to be free expanding in knowledge
thrilling in the realm of possibilities
healing the broken souls with those words gifted from above
So, I desire to be free
Free from the seal of fear and jest
Free from imperfections and wrong decisions
Free the rain of confusion that overwhelms the kingdom on the inside,
Free from the floods of lust that empties grace
And takes away God’s face
I need to be free!
clothed with righteousness on the race
Nurtured on the way
Living to become my very best
Princess
The Alchemist
© 2019.
These crosses the empty zones
Like a flying drone
A game of the weak with the strong
Not exactly a contest
But an interest, a request of a savior.
A game for the peak and a tale of the wrong
This is about the struggle
That rumbles with man’s eternity
He has been a warrior since the day one
Faces persecution
Stoned by test and trials
Wandered away from the rally of deceit into the valley of shadow of death
Yet a hand bared the cross
In the realm of sleep
Wars, battlefront
Wrestling
Against the devouring clone
With hopelessness and darkness
And at the tip of condemnation
Rises the hand that bares the cross
And when flaws
Had risen and fallen
Like a raging sea
Waging war against itself
Beneath the surface of reality
Grew strength
To move on that narrow lane
For he who bared the cross
Has render all flaws useless
And had broken all chains by His blood
(c) The Alchemist
2019
A hand with a cross
These crosses the empty zones
Like a flying drone
A game of the weak with the strong
Not exactly a contest
But an interest, a request of a savior
A game for the peak and a tale of the wrong
This is about the struggle
That rumbles with man’s eternity
He has been a warrior since the day one
Faces persecution
Stoned by test and trials
Wandered away from the rally of deceit into the valley of shadow of death
Yet a hand bared the cross
In the realm of sleep
Wars, battlefront
Wrestling
Against the devouring clones
With hopelessness
And darkness
And at the tip of condemnation
Rises the hand that bares the cross
And when flaws
Had risen and fallen
Like a raging sea
Wagging war against its self
Beneath the surface of reality
Grew strength
To carry on
Amidst those circumstances
For he who bares the cross
Has render all flaws useless
And had broken all chains by His blood
Freedom oh kingdom!!!
The Alchemist
© 2018.
Dear stranger,
Do not hold down your doubt, your anger,
Life is no ordinary poem,
With lines, stanzas and rhymes,
Life is no ordinary Odyssey,
With storms, fear and courage,
‘No’ your breath is more,
Breath of life is more than,
a poor poem, a poor journey,
And so I say,
Let the apparition show,
Let the street overflow,
With the words of psalms,
May the words of proverbs,
And Matthew fly across your mind,
But please dear stranger,
Do not restrict your doubt, your anger,
Let them challenge the Psalm,
And proverbs and all,
And when your inner man is ready,
And your reasonable war over,
Throw away all the broken armors,
Of doubt and anger and sit still,
For awhile by the river,
For I am the crown, the king,
The light, the peace,
The truth, life eternal,
In me every road,
Leads the way home,
Dear stranger,
Do not resist your doubt, your anger,
But come, follow me.
Ugwu David C
© 2018
Christ a poet 