Hello people, whoever that is reading or checking, just know, someone is still watching you….. From up there!

Happy November..

STILL ON THE SAME ROAD

I think a lot about things that go unnoticed

About words said without care

About when we hurt with our speeches, even remarks

How much we have helped taught ourselves by ourselves

The wrong things in the wrong ways

Shady people cannot not cheat themselves

That’s how much the truth hurts.

There can’t be too many faces to being right.

There is never more than one truth, no matter how huge the matter is.

We are still on the same road

That same route

Leading to a place, a warehouse maybe

Leading to the same place

That same place, the same rugged path.

Any other path you choose is wrong

And stray you will if you do not heed

When the light is without, darkness is instilled

Like fear, it’s pumped within

Hardly do we be empty

He is either within or without

We can never be at the fence

He has said he would spew out lukewarm

It’s either a cold drink or a hot soup

The middle is never an option

You can’t cheer two teams on the same game

The only balance is good outweighing the bad

There is no 50/50

What are the chances of you surviving?

Walking the rugged route, that stretches into forever.

That same road walked ages by our fathers

Our mothers too hustled on the same street of the same road

That stretched on and on.

Change is certain

But the sands on the road are enduring

And the direction pointed is unchanging

That same road, where all must pass through

We must all pass on at some point

On that same road

Still on the same road

You must sleep

T'was dark and cold
she was afraid of the sounds she heard
mystified by the constant pain she felt
her heart beat were unstable
she took the pen she had stole from her neighbour
and wrote a letter to her father
"Daddy, please wake me up, and dreaming again"

Give

GOD'S ARDENCY

GOD'S ARDENCY

We wake up but in a compos mentis state.

Our bodily mechanics are but in a befitting phase.

Hence we are not wheezing

But we are comfortably inhaling and exhaling.

Thy fail not in this respect.

We are as busy as the beaver

And we have focuses that but differ,

Yet the transient things pursue we perpetually 

And our opposing perceptions to life persist continually.

Regretfully, this act we fail to repent.

By our mind we are ever deceive;

But we Thou are ever ready to receive.

Though by our situations we have nothing to say,

Yet your love towards us is for each day.

Thus, we can boldly tread upon the serpent.

We are forever in the captivity of our errancy

And hard we find it to grant others clemency. 

And yet to devoid ourselves of the shame

We earnestly and persistently seek the same.

God's grace such should never ever expect.

However,

 "As thou seekest Christ's benignancy

  To grant unto thee eternalised life

   Steadfastly must thou remain in God's ardency" ---Jude 1: 21

ME AND MY PEN

ME AND MY PEN

Like a lion in its den

I rest in but my pen.

Alas! In this world of words,

It’s me and my pen.

Even like a bird in its nest

From my pen comes my rest

When am oppressed you lose blood;

And when am depressed, you do flood

The pen in my hand

Reflects the pen in my soul

In word’s wars

My pen is my sword.

Like man and wife,

My pen is my life

With their words, nature is reverted

But with my pen, the future is invented

With God all things are possible

With my pen, I write the I’m-possible

With my pen, I curb death

With my it, I create wealth……

The Little Things Matter Most

Small and maybe insignificant in size

Their presence takes a whole lot of courage to endure

But we do all we can to ensure their safety

They take a whole lot of our time

And constantly, our hearts go out to them

They become our essence

And life becomes so incomplete without their presence

So little they take the whole room

And so small they take the whole space.

Once they have arrived

Our prayers become that they stay

We become the least and they the most

Things begin to matter

And the little details become so important

The house needs to be clean

And their beds well made

We won’t accept mistakes from the sitters

And blame flies around as easy as an egg

The beginnings are very encompassing

Taking every bit of our time

Giving us less room to breathe

And a whole lot of mess to clean

Each day is an adventure

And each night we gather back lost strength

And free our minds from the much gathered tension

We yearn constantly for them

Never to be apart, always around

Not minding the constant shouting when a glass hits the floor

Or when we suffer from their fun

But that makes the world go round

Imagine the world without their cries and laughter

Boring as gray and brown

But for something we are grateful

If for nothing, for their being……….

We can’t wait to go home

We can’t let anything stop us

Are you the man of the house?

And you stay away for so long?

No wonder you grow old so quick!

Maybe not in face

But deep inside, where everything that matters dwell

Your soul becomes empty

Despite plenty years of experience

You still do not know where the secret is?

Run home and find yourself some peace

Where youth and age converse and find understanding

Where the truth of yourself is exposed but not mocked

………………………………………………………..

If they matter so much

Why do some plan to go on without them?

Some do not value their being’s essence

The pertinence of the matter is huge

Ever strange how little things set greater things in motion!!

See the ship and plane, what directs them? The wind?

Or the tiny handles?

See how huge we are

It’s the bits of knowledge accumulated over time

That makes the great enterprises

And generate the big names

Remember, “a stitch in time saves nine”

The mystery, you do not want to find out

But know this

………………………………………….

The little things do matter, they matter most!

LITTLE THINGS THAT MATTERS MOST 

LUST AND LOOSE

                                            LUST AND LOST

Years passed, withal you stood ascendant.

Though many were their concupiscent sexual enticements,

Heretofore you remained earnest in unassailable chasteness.

Little did you know that your undoer is ready to strike at you.

At the first sight, your heart intermitted;

On hearing the voice, your soul got excited.

At first felt exhaled breath, you veins got scorched.

At first touch, your mind got into nigrification.

Sensationally, you were ready to grant all my thoughts.

Why just a whistle could kill a soldier like you, you could not fathom.

 After things happened, thence your enchainment emerged.

You turned slave but to the lustfulness.

The sight, breath, flesh and touch became lords over you.

Without regrets, they pleasantly caress you to go against the Lord’s wills.

Now, whence cometh your redemption?

Voltaire says, “a man is free the moment he wants to be”.