The goal is to sell myself to Life,
But Life said come back when you’re dead,
Commas behind zeroes; I just wanted tomorrow,
I valued it more than the now and the loot oh,
So much Carnage is possible!
But some came from the rubble
Worth are you when I ask
Otherwise it’s your task
Get a thing into time, that will live till it’s killed
Blessings are a present,
that means they are present,
Sometimes I forget
My Spirit will be present
Niel Quchi
© 2020
Only you know the house I built
It’s your love that erases guilt
Humans point fingers past the point
But it is to you that we are joint
Faithful
Raise me up from the dust of my work
It’s your grace that makes me work
Life is like the sea to my boat of breath
But it is for you that it all exists
Selfless
After the storm you are still King
It is said that there is God in everything
I have faith and I’m counting results
But it is as Son that I walk the soils
Adventurous
No one heard the messages
It is us that forget things we’ve seen
Safety is vain for the immortal
But if I have family it’s one for all
Responsible
God over everybody
Leg-over the enemy
Laughter on my family
But sacrifices set the scene
True
Every time I trust in you
You seek me above the flu
Silence isn’t you ignoring
But I will listen to your echoing
Predestined
Niel Quchi
© 2020
So much to say but it all seems shallow
What is it that I have made that time didn’t swallow
Now I say I’m made when I make it to a heart
Lord knows I am no longer at the start
But I live life like I’m a responsible baby
And most of my blood fam don’t know the QuChi
Only time I cry is when I make a battle cry
And when I crack after conquering the pressure
So much to type
But I’m not the type
Seen beyond the hype
I’m a prototype
“Come to me, all you who are heavy-laden…”
But my brothers still prefer to attack the kraken
I have plans but I can’t foresee the next day
So do research when you’re fixing to advise me
Sold at the park, yes I was only beaten by rain
Give me a mic, yes you’ll see just how much I trained
But sometimes the swiftest feet are defeated
And the arm of the mighty get deleted
I put my trust in God, not environment or state
I put my hands to work, some are celebrated late.
Niel Quchi
© 2020
It makes no difference
That we project ourselves
As believers
But we so much
Believe in the blatant Lies
Of Deceivers
Again, they call their preacher
Maniacs
Yes! the maggot mouth
Of Covid 19
May turn the world
To a Morbid Canteen
But the Word of God stands still…
…Still enough to be a
Statue of Liberty to those
That will die living in it
It makes no difference
If you believe not the Word
Because your disbelief
Will not alter the plans of Divinity
Believe it or not
We still have Mortals
Possessed with the Spirit
Of Immortality
Those whose time will not end
Till they see the end of time
It makes no difference
Living in the natural
And beefing the Supernatural
Because Life is not all about
What you’ve seen
It’s all about
What you’ve not seen
In the Labour room
Of this Lockdown
Is a Primigravida in Labour pains
Pushing to give birth to the likes
Of Meshach’s and Shedrach’s
Sons that will pledge their lives for the Word
Sons that will grow like Abraham
To become Fathers of Faith
In a time
Where the Wisdom of the wit fails
And Fear Factor is the Main Actor
It makes no difference
If we(believers) are not different
Because if we die is the Word,
We live is the Word
IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE
King Uwe
© 2020
It makes no difference
If we are so different
That the nozzle
Of our presence
Does not exude reverence
Or give preference
To the one that gave life
It’s essence
It makes no difference
That we’ve become Workaholics
Busy with the work of the Lord
Without having time to fellowship
With the Lord of the Work
An Usher
That has not developed
The receptacle to usher in
The presence of God
Is a bouncer
A church member
That keeps a seat in Church
But does not keep in touch
With the Word he hears
From the church
Is a “Chairman”
It makes no difference
If we are not different
From the world
We were called to change
Instead, we rejoice and be glad
With our hands in chains
Why will a creature
Be forming Socrates
That he becomes so creative
In denying the existence
Of his creator
Why will the media
Become the truth
We crave to hear
Than the very Word
That gave “hearing”
To the ear
King Uwe
© 2020
In this time that is critical
If your Christianity is not radical
You cannot be classical
And for you to be classical
You’ve got to be practical
Your phone number
Should not be available to the devil
Because your steps are on a higher Level
Status is changing
Instead of declining
Keep inclining
Better days ahead
So focus your head….
Dr. Uwe
© 2020
Mother of a god, how I birth is a mystery
I don’t need a sword no I cut with my future
Pharoah tried to touch us, I’m hurting that joker bad
Yes, I nurse the prince of Egypt, call me Jochabed
Uh!
Put that kid on the Nile
Pray that God has his time
Miriam keeping an eye
Aaron’s playing outside
Back to work in a jiff
Slave but low-key a priest
Well a priest of a priest.
Uh!
All I did was birth a knot in The Lord’s net
My Kid’s words sting, tell me what’s a Hornet?
Woman of Virtue, first you slave me then you free me
Shey the blacks have done their episode of slavery?
A Daughter of Zion, no be me go revenge
Through my kids I live on, life is about exchange.
The Niel
©2020
We are not men who walk down the street with our pants reaching out for our legs
Neither are we those that make their mouth ovens where nothing is baked except their lungs, we are men who inspired the first breath of God
We are tongue-twisting thunder talking teachers
Read that again and see how we make mysteries a cup of tea
Have you seen us move our lips like choir directors to conduct the movement of souls in the world?
These are ways we make the world our brothers, no borders with our words
We are not always wielding what’s rightfully ours
But you can be more than sure what we’ve got is true power
We do not waste our time on spades and knife when we’ve got words lying right on top our hearts
Our battle cry is “Abba Father”, we were not thought to loose
We are on the attack, our victory already secured
The gates of Hades fall at our feet as we deliver those once lost
Ordinary meat doesn’t make up our muscle, ours are made of blood dripping from the cross
Cause we have learned to work out our salvation, by going as the spirit instructs
We love because we’ve been loved and taught to love
We tsunami because power birthed us and gave us authority
Felzpoecy
Ezeonyeka Godswill
© 2020
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