Post Espionage I

Eyes closed, lips sealed, not a ‘who goes’
Formerly a Mr. ‘Find me on my ten toes’
There’s no coughing in the coffin, everyone knows
No need to owe too when the wind blows.

Fingers locked in stoicism claw at inertia
Feet defeated by the space between death and forever
Formerly an Alpha but the issue is who issued you your designation
No tomorrow truly kills he who dies daily.

Tears offered tear grace from the eye of reason
True sons sit in sorrow and forget the Risen
Former systems kneel, but a human feels
No pretense is defense enough for life’s meals
No sensation summarizes how this life feels
In the end, what’s left will be what’s real.

Walking Dead but I’m living in Christ
That’s my mansion
Alter calls I answered thrice
Now I walk with God
Heavenly Receptionist, I reply with The Word
Stranger Things have walked this earth
Given free rein
Who the Son sets free walks a free reign
Ka-anyi ju No. 8 if the 7th virgin carried extra oil
Or carry extra oil so the foolish praise the Lord

Yeah I let the scriptures warp my world view
And snuck into the parties that the King of Kings threw
So pardon me for laughing but I have the Lord’s view
And I will be rejoicing when I’m saying ‘Adieu’.

Godzniel
©2026

Gone prodigal again

_I did it again!_
Left my place of rest in search of fading bliss
I called ‘inheritance’ what was mere gifts
Dropped my daily routine to unwind with wild parties
Past achievements that have become ashes
I knew I was out of power but the fan’s still turning in my direction and it felt cool
I knew my embers were getting cold but I couldn’t resist the urge to dance without recharging and see what it felt like
I knew my  light was getting dimmer but I claimed I was shining in the darkness
Away from my Source
Away from who made me son
Away from my true inheritance
Away from my natural habitat

_I did it again!_
How can I face Father this time with shoes on?
How can I expect his forgiveness after the limit for a day?
How can I tell him his robe got torn?
How can I tell him the reason I am back was the memory of the tasty beef in my mouth?
That I want to be welcomed again?
That He was right and I lived wrong again?
How can I tell him I did it again?

Hannah DGinus
©2024

Five Bullets II

Second Bullet: LAUGH AT ALL THESE AND THAT

YES – there is a cause,
A purpose with serious sense.
But, if I may advise.
Sometimes be still
And know that HE is God.
Laugh at yourself daily.
Laugh at fame and glory.
Laugh at your friend and enemy.
In these world,
Laugh at all these and that.
And then, in your mind,
Will emerge a new energy
A sure strategy
To battle all these and that.

Ugwu David C.
©2023

Here And Now

Here and Now
Here and now,
I stand tall with my head high
I’m no longer a slave to fear
I am a child of God
Here and now, I live in freedom for I no longer hide behind a mask
Grace has exposed my flaws and inadequacies
But He has given me a face to shine
Here and now, I have chosen grace over everything else
And the Holy Spirit empowers me
To live daily, my best life.

Ijeoma Obi
© 2020

So many times

So many times I get my heart disturbed,
Disturbed with vanity with things of this world,
World called earth that isn’t forever,
Forever I keep thinking of the blessings I want to get,
Get lost to pains, frustration, uncertainty,
Certainly wavering in faith neither did I know,
Know that I was gradually broken to pieces closer to ashes,
Ashes of dust back to Genesis,
Genesis creation was in His image and likeness,
Likened unto Him that created thee,
The truth have I forsaken,
For my sake He made it to the cross,
Crossing my heart to His,
His ways should be in my dose,
Dosing daily His pills,
Pills to make me whole again,

Okelola Oladayo Joseph
(C) 2019

NOSTALGIA- 1

Nostalgia, my brother,
Is the name of my daughter.

She was born in an instant, when I missed you with my beat heart.
I fell flat, in hot love, with something that was not born,
Yet found you first loved me and save me, like, daily,

So Bros I remember,
The clefts of this ember,
Our passion for loving the world, being called worldly,
And then in December, we rice past our has-beans; to love all we meet till they toothpick nostalgia.

The Niel
© 2018

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