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Contrary to the forlorn attitude,
Thrive for the bliss of solitude,
The vulnerable gets incapacitated,
Keep spark of optimism inside alive !
Helpless gets sturdy, will not mentally die,
Heaps of benevolence, keeps living a lie,
Struggles till the woes get precipitated,
Spark of hope always burns alive !
Languishing tribulations seem incumbent,
A muscular man declared impotent,
Munificent heart asthenic and debilitated,
Spark of hope still stays alive !
Miseries are vaporous, only if comprehend,
Toreador if be, will turn vilipend,
Embrace potvaliancy, rather remain paralysed,
Must keep spark of hope alive !
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FANTASY WORLD
Awakened by the sound of the bell,
Feeling debilitated from the night's odyssey,
I looked out of the window ,
the sun adorned my little chamber.
Walking along the hallway,
Thinking of the day's duty,
Descending the building with my tools,
A lad already got the horses ready,
We mounted on it and vanished swiftly.
In the field,
After much heat and barley packed,
I sat down to regain strength,
The lad took the horses to feed,
Cool breeze came,
And I found myself in another world.
''Morning my Lord'', said the court chancellor,
I descended from my bed chamber,
And was gently attended to, Clothed in royal apparel,
I walked towards the party hall.
Sounds of drums,
Tunes of musical instruments filled the air,
Waists swaying to the tune of music,
I extended my hand to a pretty princess for a dance,
Leading her to the dance floor,
The lad tapped me and I was back in reality{arrrgghh} We rode our horses back home, I was smiling all the way home.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2018, APR 2
Burning bodies, staring eyes.
Smoking chimneys, human cries.
Gas chambers for Jews to die.
Frozen corpses piled up high.
Electric wires inflicting pain.
Mass starvation, inhumane.
Old aged people, mental cases
Skin and bone with human faces.
Amputations, detrimental.
Unethical, experimental.
Too weak to stand, debilitated.
Left to die, emaciated.
Open graves deceased or not
Decomposing humans left to rot.
Undignified but freedoms there.
The stench of death was everywhere
Dentists practicing extractions
Gold fillings became distractions.
Unfed, unclothed, discrimination.
The master plan, extermination.
Eradication of a race.
Genocide, mankinds disgrace.
The Nazi party pursued their aim.
As the world averted eyes in shame.
10 / 15 / 2016.
did you ever descry
the traces of crimson
etch endless paths
above the ocean
or see the sun bleed
in greater depths
as it bid farewell
to amethyst hues
in dusk's skies
before darkness settled in
like thoughts
invading mind's
as night's dew fell
heavy in struggled breaths
the rhythm of day
winding down
beneath the ocean's pulse
as it lashed back
wet-kissing the shore
as your heart sank
into unknown layers
of torment of secrets
tumbling along
through the motions
of life, as if lost
there was no treasure there
just whispered cries
as fate tempted
tiny hands
to lash back
bridge the gap
of life and death
a lifeless body
breathless before me
rested beneath
the ground
where i stood
buried yet alive
in apperception
of closed eyes
i traced the edges
of debilitated pain
childhood memories
pressing back
in blades of grass
and more
across folds
of flesh
connecting freckles
on ivory canvas
as i bled deep
my pain
but your never saw
the scores of lines
that led back to you
i'd assail you
who caused this pain
in scribbles
on paperless sheets
where thoughts trickled
in crimson ink
from depths hidden
within a child's mind
as she wondered
alone, unseen
August 26, 2019
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FANTASY WORLD
Awakened by the sound of bell,
Feeling debilitated of the night's Odyssey,
My surroundings appears to be Crimson,
I looked out of the window,
And the sun adored my little chamber, .....
Walking along the hallway,
Thinking of the day's duty,
Descending the building with my tools,
A Lad already set beside two horses,
We mounted on it and vanished swiftly,...
In the field,
After much wheat and barley packed,
I sat down to regain strength,
The lad feeding the horses,
The breeze doing it's work,
Till I found myself in another world,
"Morning my Lord "sounded the court chancellor,
I descended from my royal bed chamber,
And gently I was attended to,
Clothed in royal attire,
I walked towards the dance party hall,
Other kingdoms graced the party,
Sounds of drums,
Tunes of musical instruments filled the air,
Waists swaying to the tune of music,
A pretty princess extended her hand for a dance,
On holding her hand to the dance floor,
The Lad tapped me (time to go),
And I came back to reality,
We rode our horses back home,
And I smiled all the way home..
March 5 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 17-20
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 17:19 And it shall be with him, and he shall read therein all the days of his life: that he may learn to fear the LORD his God, to keep all the words of this law and these statutes, to do them.
HEART THAT LEARNS TO FEAR THE LORD REVERENTIALLY
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His peacefulness
When we are overwhelmed with pressures’ heaviness
And filled by vexations’ irritableness---
We stay in His presence of divine blissfulness.
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His instruction
When we are gripped with persecution
And attacked by temptation---
We cling to His deliverance of refreshing restoration.
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His authority
When we are confused with doubts as well as falsity
And troubled by uncertainty---
We abide in His assurance of steadfast security.
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His might
When we are debilitated with sickness’ blight
And weakened by sin’s infectious bite---
We seek His touch of healing aright.
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His comfort
When we are saddened with vain results in our effort
And depressed by jeer instead of cheer consort---
We trust His compassion of caring resort.
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His merriment
When we are humiliated with hypocrisy’s discontentment
And abased by self-glorification’s entanglement---
We pray for His pardon of joyful fulfillment.
Our heart learns to fear the Lord reverentially midst His nurture
When we are worried by doubt’s torture
And distressed because of self-pity’s carnal nature---
We triumph in His Scriptures toward discipleship gesture.
March 5, 2026
Truly those days were fun,
Little children playing each,
With a fine decorated toy gun,
Life was serious yet catchy;
And we were easily convinced
‘ Sit back, I will buy you Akara’,
Was enough to pacify and evinced.
I can still peep through the silhouette,
Of throwing stones at Mango fruit,
And playing with a plate of omelette,
Those hid and seek games in the rain,
Truly those days were fun,
We went on errands without gain,
Whether it was under the sun!
And when a person died in the hays,
Goosebumps, fear sits in the air;
I can’t forget those jannock days,
As fear was harbored, decency was the heiress
An old woman could tell her daughters,
“Do not touch or allow a man touch you,
For when you do, you will be in a family way:”
I wish to go back to those days in decipher,
For the imagination of her dream, is not new.
These days;
Even a seer can’t see what a teen talks,
And behold, they are all on Tiktok,
Staring at things our fathers only but imagined,
And when you tell them to face their books,
Oh God! They are on Facebook,
These days, decency is just but a crime,
And when you see it, we call it archaic;
Mothers that should do their job,
Are their, on the sad side of Instagram,
Influencing in their nude paraphernalia!
Majority of these parents will taste,
Eli’s strength, a sad reality disguising,
And truly this age is punctured;
And it is bleeding in black jars,
Where then should I start the tale from,
Truly the beat has changed;
Leaving us naked in the daylight;
Where is our morality forte?
Even the news of these days,
Does not sit well with the mind...
It is either abduction, manslaughter,
Banditry, and all those odd news,
I’m debilitated and would want,
To go back to those days!
My eyes are witness to this insouciant.
Inside is his MIND that's riddled full with mental illness,
Hides intellectually supreme being filled with logic, intelligence and great genius.
His sorrow is that a man, one full of mankind's afflictions, anguishes, and tears.
The subconscience keeps the burden of all the lives lived throughout many hundredstudents of thousands of years.
At his core is a centered compassion, a wisdom, a perception, and the ability of an EMPATH.
He feels the emotions of others, understanding the fullness of grace in each little wrath.
The feelings are clarified in words delivered through the LYRIC and POEMS of his blood pen.
A troubadour is within him, as is all the souls of lives he lived over and again.
Building his temple, with the tools of honesty, forgiveness, and patience that is grand.
A foundation built through pain that's strengthened with in him for his towers that will forever stand.
A conscience that gives mankind a gift of their happiness before his own.
Debilitated mind illness overpowers his decisions by emotions alone.
Contradicting bliss with meaningless aspirations with mindlessness and reasons with uselessness.
His is the pain self indulged by the mayhem that blinds then binds worthlessness.
And still his minds genius allows him to know then learn all that he touches with an ease to maintain.
For he is about the thing you fail within the contradiction of salvation.
Purgative debacle debilitated me December 18th, 2020
Hoop fully adequately explains
source of odoriferous dry rot,
ye possibly smell, I jot
within this reasonable rhyme
without putting Johnny on the spot
my absence NOT attending fellowship,
today December 20th, 2020
albeit remotely, cuz off to bathroom
I frequently needed to trot.
Athwart porcelain goddess
at aforementioned date
bare with me rear potty talk,
I profusely apologize
concerning offal topic
wasting proctology boilerplate
nevertheless, quite a disaster
concerning mine excretory freight
said irritable bowel syndrome
necessitated I hydrate
and fast, thus yours truly
spent no time to judicate
nor analyze why rectum
severely overactive of late,
but aside from
lower gastrointestinal discomfort,
I also experienced linkedin symptom
namely upset stomach felt nauseate.
The power of mind over matter
slowly emerged inside anguished pate
physical unwellness across entire body electric
essentially, laterally, and unstintingly did radiate
and sucker punch ground zero i.e. solar plexus
fall out on par with mushroom cloud trait
unleashed courtesy nuclear warhead
without a shadow of doubt ability to function
even on primal level unwellness did vitiate.
Impossible mission to implicate
predilection to experience panic attack
whereby mine entire psyche did crack
blowing major fuses analogous to ENIAC.
In 1942, physicist John Mauchly proposed
an all-electronic calculating machine.
The result was ENIAC
(Electronic Numerical Integrator And Computer),
built between 1943 and 1945—the
first large-scale computer to run
at electronic speed without being slowed
by any mechanical parts.
Yours truly entertained no mood
to jump figurative gun
taking no time to think and brood
and shoot from the hip
(perhaps while partially nude)
(regarding sharing his antithetical thoughts
within break out groups)
virtual bodyguards escorting out this dude
possibly unintentionally antagonizing
listeners buzzfeeding misinterpreting
weaponizing commentaries assembled crude
easily mistaken for flak, I sincerely eschewed.
March 5 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Samuel 5-8
Key Verse – 2Samuel 7:11 And as since the time that I commanded judges to be over my people Israel, and have caused thee to rest from all thine enemies…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CAUSING ME TO REST
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your peacefulness
When I’m overwhelmed with pressures’ heaviness
And filled by vexations’ irritableness---
I need Your presence of divine blissfulness.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your instruction
When I’m gripped with persecution
And attacked by temptation---
I need Your deliverance of saving restoration.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your authority
When I’m confused with doubts as well as falsity
And troubled by uncertainty---
I need Your assurance of steadfast security.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your might
When I’m debilitated with sickness’ blight
And weakened by sin’s infectious bite---
I need Your touch of healing right.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your comfort
When I’m saddened with vain results in my effort
And depressed by jeer instead of cheer consort---
I need Your compassion of caring resort.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your merriment
When I’m humiliated with hypocrisy’s discontentment
And abased by self-glorification’s entanglement---
I need Your pardon of joyful fulfillment.
March 5, 2022