Shout it out
Sing it loud
The song of joy
Let your heart embrace the melody of praise
Let your soul be raised
Let your tears be wiped away
For its a new day
And under this ray
Cometh hope
That you may cope
This is the day the Lord has made
So shout it out.
#letmysoulberaised
The Alchemist
Hello sunday
So soon
Here you are again
You evade our hearts
With some kind of feeling
“Go to church”
Blimey, sunday
A little observation
Men! Yes human beings
Most of them aren’t sincere
Whenever they see you
They adjust, and re-adjust to be called the just.
We are pretenders, offenders
We carry the bible on your evasion
Just to claim timed salvation
Poor decision, poor innovation
Listen sunday
There is a lot going on
Disgusting things.
On sunday, is when my fellas will carry their bible to read
Or even loud their stereo, listening to christian songs
Or even raise their voices, singing to be noticed.
O sunday, what have you brought on us?
Sunday, maybe I am the one getting this tough, so rough
Maybe it is not your fault
It is a default thing
Men invented it
We allowed the busy scene of life to get us carried away
Or you caused it?
Nooooo, not you
Nooooo, Not us
Ooooooooooooohhh!
I think it’s us
We are lazy
Lazy to face the facts
Enemies of ourselves
We are always carried away
Away, like a sheep.
Sunday, maybe it is not us
Maybe it is us…
Sunday, it is us…
By the Alchemist
NATURE, gives inspiration right?
But then, walking her down on the street of extinction
Humanity! Where is this distinction?
Maybe only and folly as a reward in school
When this shoe called nature
Is neglected, and rejected
Can you hear her pleading?
Bleeding as if guilty
‘Save my body’, my part (human)
For when it’s all gone
What else left other than mourn.
DO NOT, cease from your call
We are wise ones, not bias ones
Blimey! She is dying
Sharing a wretched man’s fate
Hope won’t be too late
To amend this rate…
Author note
Concerned about the state of things
…us forsaking our source.
©, Tolulope Amao
In truth, I speak him aloud
In words, I pick his existence
For he is the lamb, the lamp to your feet
For he is also the lion, your pavilion when all seems wrong.
In letters I adore him
Even beyond the latter years
Your tears now his care
Even when the world yells fear
Still he is fair enough
To bear your regret
And call you into his fold.
In sickness, when all hope seems faded
In every disappointment, when the future seems broken
Like a fracture to the brain
O yes! Yes He is with you
To heal your diseases
To reveal carefully that it’s not disappointment
But “this is my appointment”
All for seasons,
And beyond the seasons
Very much christ is alive to give you rest………..
He is here!
He is there!
He is with you dear!
Iamthealchemist
2016.
Christ a poet 