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In the Dark Ghost Room

I think feel a breeze
A breeze and a touch of horror
Something makes my breath seize
The stings of inner torture

The beast  of  the dark just passes
I hear the pings of its awfulness
Horrible snuffs complementing terrible masses
Something  grip me here – oh fearfulness!

Now what – silence…
The quietness of  the  graveyard 
I sense trouble in disguise
Only that worse turns bad

Oh wait, I can see
Slow approaches of eye balls
The burning eyes of the black beast
Monster, you, coming for me or my pulse

This is it my adventure fiasco
In the ever-dark ghost room
I would rather die like a hero
Behind this locked door with my rheum

As  I’ll  lay my back on this door
Oh beast feast, on me feast
I can hear quacks as I fall
…the door open at least

Massacre! Oh massacre of the beast
Sun ray-the enemy of the dark monster
Came in for its burnt feast 
Because the door opened

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My Pride Subdued

I simply stumbled when I saw I fumbled;
With my strength I struggled to come over the trouble
But I end up building up more tackles.
I've said, '...well...with my knowledge.., though little.'
Diverting the people's attention from God's temple.
Some too, joggled after me like dull bulls.
I talked as if I were a guru.
Deep within I knew I was feeble-
Not able, even to solve a simple riddle.
But then, I would save my ego too
Any way before the people.

Some handed over to me the praises' mantle- an example.
Again, deep within I knew it is an attribute
Meant only for the incomparable.
Others simply mumbled;
In climax they gathered words to make me lockable 
With their sort of verbal battle.
I thought they weren't faithful (to me).
Somehow, I called them rebels
One said, ' High praises-for God only. For you- unimaginable !'
'Of course not for me ! ' , I rumbled.
At that, Omniscience must have giggled.
'Save my face, I wore my goggle.
That day, the crowd were muddled.
So, I quickly jumbled within the rabble;
Then I left them, though I still bubbled-
I couldn't settle.
And doing that I was gentle
'Cause some already have in their hands broken marbles;
Ready to crush me down with their serious pebbles.
I would have been crumbled !
My condition would have been horrible and terrible.
I would have been in bogus trouble !
I knew God was not baffled;
Lucifer did that and was severely disabled.
Father might have seen mine as a mere twinkle;
He could still  do a sanctioning in the next jiffy.
I just realized my foible...
He took me back - I was forgivable !
A surprise - I was acceptable and receivable !
Never again will I be pride-gullible.   
May God help me always to be humble.

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Jesus Cares

You look frustrated, my friend;
Could it be downs like no end ?
And feelings that more could come?
Tell Jesus. With you He will stay in the storm

You think you  are dejected
And being conceive you regretted
You are never alone
All you face Jesus knows.

If only you know like me
That you are not desolate;
You will get over joy at what you will see
Jesus at all time is never late

Rough life stages are not long;
That is, see it like that.
Work through it and be strong;
Always Jesus cares deep in His heart.

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The New Creation

The new creation is innocent
In him we find no recent
He is free in heart
Freely he gives the lord space to act.

The new creation is humble
In him no traces was found that cause trouble
He loves his new love
The incomparable love from above.

The new creation longs for Christ
In him we found no strength
He takes no step all by himself
For in his weakness, Christ’s  strength surfaces.

The new breed is new indeed
No past to review silently or aloud
He experiences Christ ‘s justification
…to be renew day after day  until perfection.

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I T Could Mean

…say independent tour
A time to gradually burst out
Out of one’s shell in LAUTECH’s pouch
Something within says ‘thank God I’m free.’
Deeper I know I have only come to see
What the future really taste like
Step by step I must peruse around without even a bike 
I must look and talk like the wise
Give a concise report of my tour avoiding lies
This tour would one day be technically judge
Though an independent tourist, I cannot dodge

…say Important Temptation/Trial/Test
A time to see if I actually have a stand
When money and love will shake my hand
Something within says ‘This’s no test but rest’
Deeper I know if it is not God, it is no rest
So I must decide where I belong
Even if others mock me as we journey along.
Truly there may be no saint to see
And encourage my believe
Yet I must be sincere to my God 
And bow not to any little god

…say Internal Training
A time to gather knowledge for the future
Build one’s self and set a standard picture
At a time I said, ‘I wish all this end’
Deeper I know if I slack, the future might bend
So I must build now mental strength
 Enlarge my reasoning breadth and length
‘How will I start to impact my generation?’
In my career without unnecessary imitation
And spiritual principles too
Must not  be under emphasized  as I journey through

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The Battle So Far

In a feast, I came in this year
Ignorant of the continuous battle in transition
The battle for who will be the lord of my soul
The clash that will determine who rules the now
The battle for who get the praise of my next story
 Still in my banquet; unaware me
I perceived a sparkle – a flash of the war
The lord of sin and death reached out for my soul
He threw his jabs of hate and lust
Mercy!
The MORNING STAR rose in me for a defense
The monster yet approached me with fury
He threw me a blow of pride and envy
Mercy!
The HAND THAT KNEW NO SIN blocked the fist
Again the accuser loomed with fierce rage
 His eyes burning with fury, he struck with a slap of ignorance
And I cried, “There is a thorn in my flesh!”
The SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS arose with healing in His wings
He patted me saying, “My grace is sufficient for you”
I jerked in strength, though weak
Then what...
The beast roared, called out his agents
In reality, I still dine, oblivious of hell’s new strategy
The demons injected me and I fell flat, frail
Soon, the LIGHT OF MEN shown on me,
Extends His two edged sword to me
My eyes opened, I was spirited
“He was wounded for my transgressions
He was bruised for my iniquities
The chastisement of my peace was upon him
And with His stripes I am healed”
By grace, I resisted the devil, he fleed
But…
The battle continues…
What more…
The PRINCE OF PEACE assured me of victory on His side

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Smiling Is a Secret

smiling is a secret
Its power is revealed only to those that use it
As simple as it is, many can not just view it
The more you use it; the more you live it
Always when given, people appreciate it
Give it out; hardly will you see one that hates it
The friendship it starts, nothing can beat it
If at first it does not work, then ‘8’ it
That is, if it is like single circle then affiliate it
At last the other person would rate it
And if it is real, he would buy it
Then the magic would begin, you wouldn’t believe it
‘cause others too would want to feel it
Even enemies would want you to create it
For health purpose, you can explore it
Stress the smile, it wouldn’t mind it 
It would lavish on you it health-wise benefit
He seems younger that usually sell it
Make smiling a habit and you won’t regret it
…smiling is a secret.

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My Unveiling

Help me lord to always study
I want to be revived when I feel weary
I know I have no excuse to be lazy
When I will be crying for mercy from the almighty

My glory shall be unveiled
Even if situations tends not to aid
I’ve only wasted time when I wailed
Now, I know my success is what has been made

In the beginning’ challenges may seem so strong
With my God in me, I won’t go wrong
I will always confess success with my tongue
Then, at the end I will sing a joyful song

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Decide

Every word has been spoken
All evidences have been collated
The premises are known already
False witnesses are withdrawn long ago
Destructive critics cannot blow
See constructive appraisers long for your flow
Now what…
Ancestors are eagerly waiting
Waiting that you may use them for knowledge
…their glory, success and failures… for knowledge sake
Posterity are confusedly hoping
Hoping that you will arise and act
To unveil their ignorance, unravel their mysteries
To solve their puzzles and ignite their passion
…passion for excellence
But here you are…undecided!
Stand now to your responsibilities
No one will decide your vision
Where is your destiny…answer!
Frivolous men, nonchalanters abound our generation
We cannot say if you are not one…
Decide!

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I Feel

Daily I feel this pain
That tells even in my vein
The true futility of a secret lover
Same lady I see and love everyday
I can not show how I want her any way
I wish I could write her a letter
That will describe what I feel
And make her be by me for real
But she... is the wife of my brother