Men search all their lives for what has been right in front of them. Trashing gold and chasing Shadows Could it be the difference in font sizes making their mind choose superiority over relevance?
How shallow can man’s mind be??? A desperate quest for a test not given detesting all it has been equipped with. Ohhh……comparison, man’s self constructed blind fold kidnaps him to a dump where pumps no longer make sense until it releases a shrieking sound like that of Ngozi. Forgetting Zee sounds in no way like Y neither does it come before it but leaves words incomplete with it’s absence.
My heart can’t cry more than the king of Glory’s as he hands another years waited mantle to handle. If you don’t handle that mic it will be given to another. If you don’t start speaking now another is right behind you to take over If you don’t start and see less of how imperfect you may sound and focus on strength from Calvary nothing will vary when another takes your place. Start!!!
How do I merge this two? How do I correlate light and darkness? Do I do away with the brightness of daylight or bask in vague thoughts of nothingness? Should I? Could I? Will these sooted thoughts fetch me the spark needed to light up my world or Merely scratch on the surface of my fears as the sun would the ocean at dusk and have me foiled? Curled up, awake, in the stillness of the night is how I find peace. Sitting, underneath starry skies is how I brood courage to face the streets in one piece. Like parallel lines in harmony I see the dawsk start and finish up each other’s tune, With little or no care if I blend in, Saturating my words with a soothing tone. But like black and white has different shades in expression I am learning to grey up the dark spots of imperfection and Whiten up the milky paths of uncertainties with rays of light. Each day and night Through rolling tears or stretched lips in spite… In an endless dawn to dusk carousel, I’ll stand, Strong, In between, Tiring and trying, Tiring and trying, In my little caravel Till I find my balance at dawn
As I gaze the blue sky with my tired eyes Swimming in the ocean of my mind Word draining and words building My tired soul in complete disarray
Will I rise again like these ocean waves? Renewed with strength that won’t cave in But this weary soul needs some hope My tired mind, helpless as all look lost
Would you like some pie sir, a whisper? My eyes alight with a new glow at the smile A petite brown haired girl with green eyes With the brightest smile I ever saw
Yes please, little smiling one I croaked I stretched forth my tired hands My grieving soul a teary-eyed. My wife and My little girl will not return, alas
Oh what a pain untold to lose your world But this smiling one renewed my hope Not to end it on this deep blue sea But to start all over again even if for a smile
Galatians 6:10 “So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith
Scandal has tingled the villagers’ ears And engendered the gossip mother fears. I find her, alone, dissolved in tears From what she’s heard in the marketplace.
When I go for water, my ears start burning, As I shop for fish, my feet start turning To run, but I’m gradually learning That their hisses can’t rob me of God’s grace.
They tell my father it’s a shame. They tell my mother she’s to blame. They whisper to others that I’m a stain On the high reputation of this godly place.
A swollen belly can’t be hid Nor the depths of disgrace into which I’ve slid. Next, my marriage vows they’ll try to forbid And work to see me exiled from this place.
In the angel’s words it was God I heard He’s wiser than the scoldings of this world. I’m told if I faithfully follow His word I’ll hold the Creator of all time and space In my arms.
Even if the sunken sun Tucks in the radiance Of your Glory I will worship
And if the birds Sheds of their feathers And start writing letters To petition the coverage Of your Love….I will worship
Though the mountains May mount up their shoulders Like platoons of soldiers To fight the greatness Of your might I will still worship
Let the waters Overflow it borders And join forces with its brothers To alter the Altar Of their father I will worship
In the tininess of my voice In the thinness of my cords With the deafness of my breath From the creeks To the street From battle to castle
I will always Lift up my eyes Bring down my knees to your heels Stretch out my hands like the sand And bow in awe for you My all belongs to you
And I will not be silent Rather be violent Serving in your presence Because my life without Your essence Is a sentence without sense NONSENSE !
Let men cook up theories of Evolution I will stir up an army of Revolution That will invade Nations With a resolution That you are the God of all creations
I will not stop to give my Worship To your Lordship Because if I was not caught In your courtship I will have been a lost sheep Buried in the belly of hardship
Beyond the measure Of magnitude, Amplitude, latitude and Altitude I will worship
Listen Your heart beats a melody Listen The world rejoices in novelty Listen You are here by another’s will Listen The Word is how you navigate this Listen
You must be thirsty. What drink would you love? Water of life is always a great choice! We live in the feelings of these little choices. Live by choice.
Leave by choice Regrets and bitterness in past 31 Lift by choice Your spirits heights above where Jews lie Leafy choices Can be lost in this wind so hold tight Newness is your guest today Make the best of it
Dance! When you can and can’t You deserve presence, Gift yourself the present of you Now is a good time to live. So dance, teach time to Breathe, see, listen and feel Make it wait on you.
Let your hair down Breathe You’ve come this far See This is not destination Listen But home is where you are Feel The moon takes us through another 31 Live
Begin by breath. One. Two. Exhale the stress, excess, excuses. Inhale the miracle of your heart beating hard.
The journey of a thousand miles One step The expectation of many lives One thought This is reset if you don’t clone it Welcome to another opportunity Crown it
Continue by Sight. Lashes up and it’s a new day! We are always at the start of things And it’s okay.
And now that I have you here, Can you hear? Can we sit and lock hearts? Rest a while on my chest I will do same. We are simply different patterns from a cloth. Our roads have led us here. Let’s celebrate this beautiful silence.
Christ a poet 