Our inheritance become stranger to us
The throne of our fathers birth the bastard king
Our palace rose against its people and its environs
Ripping us into pieces, breaking our flesh as the price to our right and inheritance
Grinning at our pain and discomfort, feasting on our flesh and blood in our land
The land that belongs to us.
The land will never forget the taste of our sweat and blood
The land will not recover from the taste of our heroes' flesh
Sons and daughters are trapped in the cage craving for bread and wine but our tears and blood become the price and the currency
It's not negotiable.
We were taunted
We were massacred
We were stabbed
We were oppressed
We were bullied and cheated
Now we're taunted
We're undefeatable, unstoppable, unbreakable in our land
Though our flesh is broken and our blood was shed but our bones and veins are risen to take possession of our archaic palace and our fathers' throne
The labour of our heroes' past has risen
It's the beginning of our journey.
The beginning is begun
We began with the journey.
We will never die again
The birds are a’twitter;
The leaves are a’flutter.
Some early moths flitter
And I am in utter
Contentment while sitting,
Absorbing the quiet,
Which seems only fitting
Since noise is my diet.
I live in the city
With traffic and sirens.
Some think it’s a pity
To have those environs,
Yet mostly I love it -
The hustle and bustle.
I hover above it,
Ignoring the tussle.
Though once in a while,
The country will beckon
And I’ll change my style
To rural, I reckon…
Until I start craving
That urban alluring.
Then I’ll go back, braving
That citified roaring.
Sapphire stones, like little stars, shine.
Coal clouds form a webby design.
Dusts of light, with darkness, entwine.
Amidst red-black color flake
Waves of heavenly seas break.
The sun has gently gone to bed.
Bloody rays of the red moon spread.
Twilight, into rainbow shades, shred
Jet black kraits crawl around clouds.
Puzzles muse over dim shrouds.
Elephantine hills lay lazy.
Nocturnal creatures go crazy.
Environs seem as though hazy
While banks of rivers darkle
Water surfaces sparkle.
Amidst makeshift night's sluggish sigh
Cherubim fly about the sky.
Sleepy nightingales bid goodbye.
Silhouettes of flora dance.
As the breeze is in a trance
Angelic solemnness pervades.
Amidst the dead of night's black shades
Dewdrops decorate the grass blades.
I feel an unknown romance.
Spreading her mystical glance
... alleluias sound all around...
Each day, for me, is an endless delight.
Rainbows of optimism enchant my sight.
Like monsoon drizzles, fullness flows and floods.
Worlds of hope are seen in the blooms and buds.
There's an unknown stir in my inmost soul.
A weird whirl curls and furls my hidden goal.
A sunbeam silently enters my shrine.
Like gold in the sun, my heart and mind shine.
New blood of change flows through new flesh and veins.
The environs are in mirth, freed of pains.
As the grace of the divine fills the earth
Physique and psyche gain constant new birth.
The sun's ventures to scorch the blossoms fail.
Goddesses Maia and Lakshmi sail.
Pre-monsoon drizzles cool the environs.
Optimism spreads wings, hushing storm's sirens.
Human forms are moulded to merriment
With the leaven of truth, good deeds ferment.
Clear conscience cascades from the divine source.
As a gentle breeze, love becomes life force.
For the tillers of land, it's a fair season.
In creating this, God has his reason.
As graces reach the zenith of goodness
May the Divine lead all towards fullness!
Each day seems to be an endless delight.
Rainbows of optimism enchant my sight.
Like monsoon drizzles, fullness flows and floods.
Worlds of hope are seen in the blooms and buds.
There's an unknown stir in my inmost soul.
A weird whirl curls and furls my hidden goal.
A sunbeam silently enters my shrine.
Like gold in the sun, my heart and mind shine.
New blood of change flows through new flesh and veins.
The environs are in mirth, freed of pains.
As the grace of the divine fills the earth
Physique and psyche seem to gain new birth.
The wheels of the chaotic times churn for them
the sands of crushed dreams in the desert of desiccated life,
settling frenzied on the unstratified fragile structure
of the disorganized dunes of desolate existence.
The sequestered moments of distressed awareness,
drift the dust of disarray to the foyer of failed being.
The truth of trustful conviction sinks under suffering
made with mirage on the ruffled ripples of disorder.
In homeless languished life’s impoverished landscape,
sorrow-paved avenue contours convoluted uncertainty,
winds to nowhere at the fading fringe of the time future,
beyond the befuddled perception of toiling time present.
With the faceless faces smeared by the shadows of scorn
they walk on slimy Kensington Avenue of cardinal crime.
Life trampled by insolent wavering footsteps in journey
under the stupor of opoids that never ends their pain.
They seek the benevolence of the society to help them
in their search for the lighted path away from squalid environs
for their suffering souls to discern the abode of empathy,
as they strive to find the way out of the dead end avenue.
A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles
Each day seems to be an endless delight.
Like rains of monsoon fullness flow and flood
Rainbows of optimism enchant my sight.
A world of hope is seen in each new bud.
There's an unknown stir in my inmost soul.
A sunbeam silently enters my shrine.
A weird whirl curls and furls my hidden goal.
Like gold in the sun, my heart and mind shine.
New blood of change flows through new flesh and veins.
Physique and psyche seem to gain new birth.
The environs are in mirth, freed of pains.
As grace of the divine pervades the earth
Fiery sun's endeavors to scorch the buds and blossoms fail
As pre-monsoon drizzles cool and caress the environs
Maia and Laxmi, goddesses of spring, slowly sail
Optimism and adventure spread wings, shushing storm's sirens.
My human form moulded to be born in May merriment
My conscience and consciousness cascade from the divine source.
With the leaven of truth, each word and deed of mine ferment
As the breeze gives breath to this month, love becomes my life force.
Adele, Will Arnett, Megan Fox, and Lenny the Kravitz
How sweet, Rabindranath Tagore too, bloomed in this season!
The labourers, who still are suffering for their birthrights
If He's made me a Mayborn, doesn't God have his reason?
As graces of fruitfulness reach the zenith of goodness
May the almighty, day by day, lead me towards fullness!
During life’s sunset years, in slowdown mode,
sidestepping environs that provoke strife,
our tranquil soul dwells in God’s heart abode,
invoking love mists that make us bliss rife.
Kindly eye looks at all with compassion,
tolerant to fault even if we’re scorched,
because where we dwell, love is in fashion,
wayward ego having long since been torched.
As dawn turns to dusk and night shifts to day,
with thoughts at rest and no load on our chest,
to the light that lights all lights, as we pray,
our presence is ensconced in heart’s bliss nest.
Having renounced desire, soul free from stain,
has broken free from earth life’s karmic chain.
Blue blooms shine blue sapphires; red buds resemble rubies.
Leaf blades, tinged with diamond dew drops, tease the gentle breeze.
Green and yellow combine and coalesce to form green gold.
Glows of silver and gold flow through petioles uncontrolled.
The environs, with rainbow dust, create celestial scenes.
Kaleidoscopic paint drops ripple over crystal streams.
Pieces of peace pass through the concords of the moon and stars.
To swim into this sea of stillness, I feel no age bars.
The blood-red moon, merged with the sky, seems to sing lullabies.
For their late entry, the grey clouds humbly apologise.
Soul stolen body bemused I do not know what to say.
I stay there for a long time, like a child who lost his way.
Lamp is the sun of the night that dispels darkness.
Is a lit lamp put under the bed? Jesus asked
It's placed on a stand to bring out outright brightness.
With its warmth, the nocturnal environs are basked.
With radiance, shimmer, and illumination
A lamp brings hidden things to light when daylight fades.
For movements, the earthlings get their regulation
With the wonder of sight, peacefulness pervades.
Each movement of existence is an endeavor.
Though the might of vile seems to over-weigh goodness
The truth is the truth. Lies can't end it forever.
The divine dwells in our journey towards fullness.
Listen well! Jesus said, See! Watch! Be observant!
Fulfilling aptitudes, keep your being fervent!
On the streets of Lagos,lumbasa , Kigali,
Cairo and their environs
Shame etched his name on thy skin
Thou art become a site for dumping
For all willing to dump
Gone is thy once-proud stature
Now a harlot to Pitiable exchange
Opening for every Harry with a Dick
To be violated time and time again
From noble lineage thou sprang
Chastity thy emblem of might
now a vessel of disdain
Clad in rags, masquerading as night
Oh, how the currents of time dost erode
The virtues once etched in thy core
Now bartered for fleeting gold
Adorning thyself, a mockery to adore
What tempest ravaged thy noble frame
And stole thy essence, pure and bright?
Was it the ceaseless onslaught of shame
Or the fading whispers of thy inner light?
And now thou art but a shell
A mere specter of once was
Thy name a symbol of lost fame
A testament to virtue lost
Murmurs of the dust and bricks of the house of your dad called
Dialogues on the mystic ways of the kingdom enthralled
Food for your psychic power, from cosmic secrets you drew
Winds of words of your wisdom, around the environs, blew.
The earth and the heavens were adorned with rainbow attire.
To spell out the soul of salvation, you were on fire.
Awe filled the deep souls of beings in each interaction.
Weren't you the saviour who salvaged humans from destruction?
Joseph knew this. Emmanuel had a mission assigned.
The wisdom you gained from the heavens, on earth, you applied.
Mary treasured your wizardly ways and meditated.
Seeds of a hope-filled dawn, in human hearts, vegetated.
Learning, teaching, labouring... realism, like rivers, flowed.
Each day of existence, with rays of godly graces, glowed.
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