When we write

When we write

Words, ink-dribbled, spurt worlds new

Splash living hues unto minds’ canvases, hearts’ recesses

Craft joy-filled crests and pain-swarmed creases

Upon soul and flesh, temporal and eternal
When we write

We wreck spheres, ignite ruckus, wage war

We lance status-quo, impale swinging license, smash sensuous stances

We maraud minarets, pillage brothels, upturn oppressors’ cash-tables

When we write, we let a truth-starved world know

That Christ Is Revolution
 Ikenna Alexander Nwachukwu

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Nothing and Everything

The world is enraptured by an eery turbulence.

The kind that makes me want to step out of my skin and watch my flesh, blood and bones wriggle on the floor, half dead. She rides me like a wild horse and I am more than receiving of her deathly blows.She hates me, because You Love Me.

 

You, The Universe of the Universe. I am willing to die a thousand times to get away from her, she knows this, she is furious, because there has been no guilt in years, only this freedom that comes from swift forgetfulness. This silence that comes from immense helplessness.

 

But often now I ask, What must I do to be saved daily? Nothing He says, “Nothing and everything”, He smiles at me His smile is fire, I melt.  The place of surrender I do not quickly recognize till I have rebelled.

 

What would it take for you to open my eyes and keep them there? “Nothing and everything, sweetheart just STAY”… Let me never leave this place of sanity I beg. This battle its for True Life, I’m unashamed.

For me to rise again and again, the ultimate plan, the reason you came.

” just part of it my Bride, for this cause and much more I came, my honor on the line, an eternal law I had to obey, That being connected to you only in death could I LIVE and now you must do the same”…

Cold Love brought shivers down my spine, like breath forming misty smoke In the Presence of His divine…

” You staked it all when you chose to redeem, it was Life or death, you chose to Live”

Life has never been easier ever since, knowing fully well that the life I live now is His..

I saw in His eyes the Love of Loves, a burning wrath completely satisfied.

 

“Don’t you get it My Bride, I’ve seen it all, I know how it ends, before you had the choice, I chose to Live… I’d never leave my own, my depth in you calls me deeper, an eternal bond, a pull I can’t refuse, wait for me, I come quickly, I desire to be united with me, more than you think, Wait For Me…”

 

  • Osione Abokhai

#TheConversation

SUNDAY

Niel: Follow suit, Four lines
We the cup we don’t pay fines
Never waiting till Sunday
Praise with me and its Son day

Praise: Son day is everyday
Not till Sunday
Do we praise still
Even today we don’t quit praise

Niel: Even today we don’t quit
Once I was a nitwit
It all changed on that Sunday
When God said, “my Son dey!”

Praise: My son dey
Never to go astray
If he ever strays
His back I still got

Niel: He’s back, I still got
The blood that won’t clot
In Acts won and ate
First Sunday till date

Cindy Dike: Son day is everyday
Not till Sunday
Do we praise still
Even today we don’t quit praise.

Praise: Till date
Cause of my son slain
Nothing takes you
Not even the devils game

Niel: Boom…

Not even the devils game
Can turn the tides and tame
The cubs reborn in that name.
After all the dude is lame

Praise: Dude so lame
I do be king
If the lamb is slain
But God was ruling the game

Niel: But God was ruling the game
And my issues still didn’t line up
So I stuck my trust on him
My downfall still hasn’t come up

Praise: Up still my trust still stood
Like UC I saw truth
Setting me free
Not wild but stiff

Uc Truth: He lied to you
‘I ll torment you in hell’!!,well I could too
It’s a trick, slick subtle to get you thinking he’s in control
Save it!!
He is in charge though
In, charged for raping humanity off God’s standard now a life sentence has left him wick: forever burning in flames

A life sentence: did you get it?
You have a life sentence so no phrase no matter how subtle should make you cower in fear

Or shed a tear
See, this is so clear

Even in Hell
God reigns supreme
Didi is in torment

So let’s say I somehow mistakenly snatch myself outta Christ’s palms

In hell: I ll be ridding on a colt,
And the devil ll be waving the palm

Niel: Not wild but stiff
Death shocked at my sniff
He’s Divine, in him I leaf
You see, saw, we got gifts

Praise: Gifts never had to pay for
Though daddy said work if you need more
But Gods word above the suit…

Zee : Stiff I stand
Glorying like sand
Its innumerable not bland
I live with flavor in every slang

Niel: And the devil’ll be waving the palm
Saying,’No more Sir, please Sir be calm!’
I see those that he wants to harm.
The Lord is my Head and I am
The mic at the end of his arm.

So listen oh sea and the land
The end of the end is at hand.

And we are the winners
I don’t mean Oyedepo
Though He’s a winner
You get what am saying though.

Zee : Suits, they stand with faces stern not to
Soothe, they weep. none to perform the act so
Smooth, I say he’s there to get you out to Grace paradise
Suite, yeah that’s where you’ll be in not the courts of law

Zee : You get what I’m saying though
Your donkey isn’t at the bough any more
You’ve got chariots now
You’re reigning supreme through fire and sooth

Niel: Flavor in every slang
Angels, nodding, hang
God’s word above the soot
Suit yourself or follow suit

Praise: Truth is all we do see
Lenses cleansed lest the view tainted all ceased
Blinded to moses
But Christ we see

Niel: Fire and Soot, courts of lore
Fire and sooth, purifier and more
Fire and suit, I’m saved you see?
Fire and suite, someone applaud Zee

Zee : Applauding Zee
Shes lacking Zest
Not that she needs a vest
She’s just got the best
Jesus, he makes me complete and forget the rest

Praise: I do forget the rest but this journey not complete yet
I am complete though
But to more Christ I preach yet

Zee : Yet it’s not I
Only he’s got eyes
Flaming like fire to melt the ice
Saving them from eternal demise

Niel: Jesus!!! And forget the rest
Tell the world to come and rest
Christ we see, our eyes are blessed.
Christ I preach? The answer, Yes!!

Uc Truth: With all due respect I’m not blind
Christ came so i’ll see Truth, so I have a clear mind
I’m no more in ‘C’hains
Totally raining under Christ’s ‘U’mbrella

You understand why I won’t take it lightly for any one trying to take me backwards from ‘U’ to ‘C’
Just because you won’t look @ the word left for you to see
See,
See for you to see, you need to look
At Him
As for me UC’ I’m forever looking @ Truth

St Davinique: Sunday was chilly like a sundae in this time of rain but nonetheless Sons dey so we hail our King because He reigns…and some days sons just chill like it’s Sons day…Thy kingdom come they yell…tell the world the King dey. We surely invade!

Zee : Looking at truth
Way awesome than Ruth
I’ve got even better Roots
Its in him, I’ll kick in with Boots
Not like Puss in boots
Like The Redeemer’s Love I’m booked

You see, just flexing the U to the sea
Forget the Cee
Add the hue
And Christ is all YouSee, UceeTruth…

St Davinique: So bright it melts the Sun

Zee : (I was wondering
Trying not to go wandering
Maybe like the land of Nod
I’ll shake my head not nod
Like the lizard on the porch
It’ll rest in the dazing scorch
Till the scotch falls from brother’s hand
And christ is all he has )

Praise: I’m free from these chains
I have been changed
Not like Buhari’s change
Which seems to the people that they are back to the very fountain of chains.

St Davinique: Try to catch my breath but this love left me breathless, Caught in the cocoon of love that runs red and drips life..scrolls that taste like honey, that melt mountains into wax of praise…His presence, my hiding place on Sunday.

‪Tolu‬: Sunday! Set up a new ray. A wake to a gentle bliss. A reckon that “christ likes ” may stop their cry…. for christ is alive!!!! Oh yes HE HAS BURIED OUR SINS. Now grace is seen

Zee : Grace is seen
Smokey mirrors fade
We don’t care about smokey eye shadow
The shadows have cleared
Its all clear now
The express image of God
Not on my Sundays alone
His fellowship I carry always.

Doebi: Seen thee o Grace!
No two-sided mirrors
No more double-minded
Than the Son is.

His fellowship I carry always
And guess what
Even Death himself
Wouldn’t do us part!

The Freestyles of August 12

Godswill:
This Friday
Like most days…

Dawned bright and fair
So many possibilities out there

Unknown to many there’s a rumbling somewhere
An army hones their craft without fear

Word upon word
Precept upon precept
Truth established

The Christapoet Team
Welcomes you
To Freestyle Friday

Symolean:
Call our kingdom
Freedom
This dorm of life
Where we are the life of light
To be right with God
And man
To walk on the sea of peace
And truth
To share nothing but gospel
And owe nothing but love
To be called free
And be free from sin nature
To be sure of our fate before rapture
The last day for our departure
From this world of bondage
Where our freedom we see in part

Zee CAP:
I’ve been here
Awaiting the arrival of the fair
I’ve been there
Confused by the cacophony of the fair

The Niel Quchi:
She just jabbed
Better yet stabbed
The harmony, sanity the other words had
But then she’s free
Type as she wishes
Hope you all see
How to break word dishes

Simple!

Zee:
You think you’ve got it
You think you raised the heat
You know what I’ve got ?
I’ve got him who is God!
I can land on my feet
No matter how high the heat
Because with God, I can’t smell defeat

Adaobi Chiemelu:
Smell the feet
Like smelling petals of dusty colors
Smell the feet of principle
The feat of knowing what to wear and when
Socks of words that keep our feet warm from the biting cold
Our feet of godly, solemn gratitude
Of peace that surpasses all understanding

The Niel Quchi:
I think the problem is people think I show myself
But even books praise God sitting on a shelf
Its not difficult to make a cult of words that follow
Am sure someone understands. Raise your thumb if u follow.

Zee:
Its the flow that makes us glow
Like a mosaic of creation
We live for the creator
By the creator
With the creator
IN the creator
Our vibrant colors and inconceivable messes
It shines a beam of messages
Words colored to convey
Its the word of my Lord
That makes it all beautiful

The Niel Quchi:
Their words ring true like their fonts are an android
We type, write rungs up the ladder of the Word

Its grace.

It greys death, till he’s old and ghost-faced
And yes we’re all dead, call my bible ghost-faced

Kruise:
Trying to do this unpredefined
Looking for a treasure that i know I’d never find
Its like looking for fishes in the sky its like walking on the road with a blindfold on my eye
All these high roads left me high All my my doubts I left it all behind
Following the word and am seeking just to find

Cindy Dike:
Looking up to the sky
wings spread out in strength, birds fly
One time hands spread out on the cross – so no cross breeding with darkness
The sun shines
I mean just one son gives light
Not withstanding the shackles trying to bind my feet,
I put on freedom as a foot wear
My feet won’t tear
Cos Christ is my peace
Yes my piece…..
In all am in him, without him am none

Uc Truth:
We live in a hostile world
The sound of freedom scares them

I said we live in a ‘hostel world’
And the sound of ‘free dorm’ scares them

So even though it doesn’t bring the ‘come-forth’ they expect in forever’s arms, they would rather cling like leech to their beliefs and refuse to be leafs hanging on nothing but the true vine

A sure bet that they would reap, what He sowed

We live in a hostile world
And the sound of freedom scares them

So we r leaving a hostile world
Make your sounds of ‘free dorm’ until they hear them.

Kruise:
Feels like my breath can quench the fires of hell
I build castles in the sky with their foundation in heaven, trying to make it the opposite of the tower of babel
Let the word spread round the cardinal points
Let it suffocate the darkness out of their lungs and joints
His Freedom is the price
And my Freedom the price
Hope am able to cash in my redemption
on the arrival of his kingdom For his Freedom be got my Freedom…

St. Davnique:
Freedom…sounds dumb to a bum who lived down in that street….Streets on which he heard nothing but shackles,lived nothing but battles. Picking the pieces of meager charity and crumbs of kindness dropped by “good” Samaritans. His idea of liberty is glitter and rump…the fanfare of life on the other side…It’s always greener and brighter there he thinks. Unthinking though,he is of the truth that his liberty was limited by the darkness of his mind and the bounds that set his mind in its constant state of doom. Dreaming only of snares and nightmares from enemies that lay in the far reaches of his conscious subconscious…He would never know…                                             That the Samaritans that have charity lived in their versions of binds. Insomnia,depression,greed and lust he saw no other way to bury but in drunken stupor…She saw no other to kill than with the steel needle that pumped limbo into her veins…Aware of something wrong…they would awake the next morning and drop crumpled notes on the subway where the bum lay…Someway to slay the gnawing guilt and feel good again…seeking a permanent escape they would never know……                                                                   They would never know that the binds and blinds were needless. That freedom had been purchased centuries ago by the stripes and agony of a God that so loved,He gave…His soul a slave to hell for three days…just so that He becomes the salve of Gilead to soothe her aching heart and crown the bum a King….they would never know…if it was left in your hands dear Christian…that they’ve been freed…from the doom ahead.

Adaobi Chiemelu:
Yes ma ‘am
We’ll wear those soles on our feet as we go
We’ll wear those souls on our sleeves as we go tell

Macaulay Priscilla:
Held bound in the shackles of self bondage, tackled hard by experiences,cut deep by betrayals,living in denials of no confidence in me,spitting venom on everyone that dares to redeem the past errors of others.                                               Sunk deep in believing I have no love left to share, fighting invisible wars,hoping for a prison break. I want to love like Him. I want to give value to those around but am restrained. I need freedom from this…     Then He whispers in my ears.. Just let me… I work in you both to will and to do… Then I realized, it not my battle. My freedom is His battle.

Cindy Dike:
My chantings flowed
Echoes came and go
Drums of victory -my heart beats
This freedom is not in bit.
I have being set free…..
Forever… It’s not short-lived as a spree
I don’t say the laws by heart but I speak in tongues in the spirit
With delicate hands spread out I dance within his luminosity
Joy of him streams out
So am lost in all insanity of me- madness
Laughter flows across the meadow.
For a future kept in him
I don’t need the “dos and don’ts
While the religious minds prescribed drugs in struggle…
I have completed my dose
Cos if my feet slips
One has slept in peace and leapt over the lions den
..am free to rest in his lawn
Morn till dawn…..

Hanna Azubuike:
With Him I became so free
To walk on water without a real scream
So excited as I pass through walls of weakness
I deem my King
The God with freedom Skills

Symolean:
Three in us made us four
Touring and team-mating
Intimidating the dark kingdom
With the spark
Our lives were packed with
Like paradise park
We remained the envy of many
Satan hating
God rejoicing
We rejoining the saint
Our lives more beautifully painted
We remained undaunted
Never fainted
yes, we became triumphant

Promise Buzhoo:
Coz so long as we are in the vine
We gonna be alive
We gonna be fruitful
We gonna stay full.. With His love

Symolean:
I never knew this rain
Would lead to our reign
I never saw the tears he shed for me
The price he paid for me to overcome weariness
I foresaw not this freedom
Whose walls are eternity away from me
I still waited for the fetters of sin
Waiting for Satan to tether me with one
And close my page on the stage of filthiness
My silliness
I forgot the price he paid

Godswill:

Check out my Freestyle!!

Alexander Iyke:
Defining Freedom without Christ in it
Is like trying to cook without heat
His love is as endless as the abyss
But we fail to communicate with it at times like we’re keeping a malice
Freedom is a song and Jesus is the melody
True Freedom knows no negativity..
Not even in its irony
He destroyed the bondage of a billion years
and resurrected in Freedom within 3days
For the sake of more than a billion faces of a race
Surely.. Its not enough even though I give him a trillion praise

TO MY LOVE…
Love
The yawning expanse between us is beyond the encompassing hands of routine’s weary howls
I’ve lost track of the times, as motion becomes mundane, as living has decayed to losing the sense of being
Of breathing, of the exchange of affections we afford
When we are together

Love
Light seems far, as the black clouds claw at my fleeing frame, attack my feeble heart
Doubt arises swiftly, terrifying in its stoking of concerns about my knowing you
Have I ever really seen your face?
Do I know who you are?
Am I even right to speak of you in this vain? My love?

Fire, let your sparks of passions once stifled fly fervently into the heavens
Illuminate the space in which I’m found, carve out the path to my vision, my comprehension
Roar, as the communion of my love and I ignites thee
Crackle, devastate, refine, purge, demystify, drive into the past, the forever banished state
Sent it all, my grave misery, to the unfound
While I come into home strait, arms interlocked
Mine, and my saviour’s, my lover’s.

The Niel Quchi:
I am hid in Christ, healthy, (no hide and sick)
Laughing at the devil, he’s the joke of the weak

Threw my…block of burdens at God, God is my director.
He sighed,’Caught’ once and made me a blockbuster.

Beginning of time, there’s only him B.C.
World’s greatest man, the next bests freely copy.
I am no me without him.
Time is vanity, (’cause he’s busy chasing A.D.)

Free!!

I was, he who the son set free,
In a Prison of freedom until he redefined me.
This is just practice, for us the new bees.
Its you in the Word, bibles are selfies!!

One of Us:
And so many alphabets have gone ahead to set minds free like proclamations to the captive.

And I’m going to do the same too because the LORD made my pen a key just like the rest of the saints in here

A Master key to unlock shackles
Shackles of those bound with the law of sin and death
A deadly death, the one Christ had to be slayed for…Even for the gentiles who had no written code sent to them…

oh you foolish Galatians! Why have you imprisoned yourself by yourself?
Why are you trying to carry all that burden by yourself?
How can a dead body lift up a finger?

Fresh cus we like branches connected to an Evergreen vine in and outta season

If the law was a race, it would be Marathon…
But I have my legs amputated because of sin
So crawling on these tracks will not get me the price
Behind is satan taunting my weaknesses
Like scoffers do
The best way to win that Price is to have someone run in my place…
And Christ does the switch and I enter my rest
So I’m Free from the weariness and satan’s taunt
So my Champion wins the race and gives me the price.
#JesusEveryday

Is he a liar…or are you?

Sunday to Sunday we speak words we don’t hear we hear words that aren’t true…its pastor speaking, ‘bring those tithes or the eater eats it.’ We wan2 leave like Jesus but without the sinners, so we tell them ‘its sunday attendance,’ and then dance to songs that so negate the template of our confession….

‘Church’
Its a drama not a name again. Its a movie where we wear ourselves out with wears we wouldn’t wear all week, all weak. Camera! Lights! Actions that say ‘fear’ when scripts had wrote ‘faith’.

Like ‘Father bless this food; I don’t want to eat poison for the sake of manifestation’ and ‘Father, protect me on this night, don’t say I didn’t ask you.’

We praise God for Sickness and thank him for Death…

So Tell me Church,’Is God the thief or irresponsible?’ ‘Is he a liar…or are you?’