hesitating Henrietta heard hot heralding Herny’s
harpy-like henchman hitting hyenas. Helter-skelter
heretical habit, hovering on hindering heresy, habituating
hungry heteroclites in Hungary, having hamburgers.
Henchmen want to bring me down.
I fret and frown.
Hardly! I look at Jesus’ face -
I’m bathed in light;
the son’s oxygen, or glitter-glow
from snow or stars,
the waxing or waning moon,
the sea harpooned - she waits
for me, beckoning me onto the deck.
I fret and frown -
hardly. I know to who I belong.
My longing for adventure,
slightly less than my love for Jesus Christ.
Henchmen want to bring me down.
Christ already put a nail in their coffin.
Slow-suffering like sugar cubes
in my tea; they dissolve into anonymity.
My God lasts forever and a day -
this only said to bolster the beauty
of eternity, where wholeness never ends.
There is a serious conspiracy
They want me out of the aristocracy
Born a plebeian, I aspire to be a ruler
They cannot stand seeing my cup, any fuller
They come for my henchmen first
Then whet, for my blood, their thirst
I am going down, think they, without a fight
Remember my day will come, keep me in sight
ARROWS AND QUIVERS
,
Arrows and quivers,
Of the common people,
Glued to his shoulders,
He walks incognito,
His paths are invisible,
Like the speed of light he runs,
On the roof tops he walks unnoticed like an ant.
Comes in the colors of shadow,
And with camouflage of a chameleon,
That perches on a tree,
The whistle of his arrow roars like lion,
Sticking to the chest of its prey.
The terror of the tyrants,
Hundreds of troops to guard,
But he breaks the flanks and strikes,
Down are the tyrants,
That terrorize the weak,
Though he strikes,
But his sword is never stained with blood.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2018,NOV 10{whatsapp 07061816037}
I am you’re inhumane subconscious.
The devilish whisper,
The frightful whimper
The regrettable temper.
The sporadic thoughts of sin
The undeniable beastly lust within
The scheming fool who in the end, thinks he is going to win.
I remind you of your sadness.
The days you wish you were dead
Thinking of all the things you said that’s locked up inside your head.
Tormenting you while you sleep
Keeping you away from anyone good you meet.
Because I’m lucifers henchmen,
And I will always be discreet.
I’ll keep you away from your passion
Telling you obscure lies that fills my satisfaction.
And there will never be a compromise because I am in disguise feeding on your demise while telling you that your unwise for the God given life you deserve to have.
I’ll keep you from your dreams,
With my clever little schemes,
I’ll let you know who reigns supreme,
And kill your self esteem.
Because I am the devil’s henchmen,
I am your inhuman subconscious.
And if you give into me.
The end is all you will see.
They stomp the ground
They curse out loud
They wear knickers
Old fashioned style
They tend horses
When money forces
Them into a productive endeavour
Ask them if they enjoy this,
They'd say, "Oh my God, Never!!!"
These foul souls pollute
the world
They and their secretive society,
Seems the only time they appear human,
Is when they've lost their sobriety
They're the hemorrhoids
of the human race,
Abusers, users, accusers,
They fulfill no useful role
And if it was up to them,
You'd be six feet inside the hole
Henchman, henchman,
Where are your golden words?
Henchmen, henchmen...
Your "truth" naught but turds
You stand twenty deep,
So forty feet you do keep
Time you left this peaceful valley
Or our forces we will rally,
And smite you to the ground,
While hearing your pleading sound,
So leave, and leave right now,
Or your end, by God, we vow!!
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