Thursday 3 November 2016

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

Happy November..

Friday 11 December 2015

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

Monday 12 October 2015

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"

Tuesday 15 September 2015

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……


Monday 31 August 2015

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!

Tuesday 11 August 2015

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”.