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My brother, this life is deep!
Sometimes I laugh when you see me
And sometimes I smile at you
Sometimes I sing when you see me
And sometimes I dance
My brother, it's not what you see
Sometimes I gnash my teeth when you see me
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I celebrate
And sometimes I mourn
Sometimes I shake my head
And sometimes I mumble words
My brother, it's not what you see
Sometimes we break kolanut when you see me
And sometimes we drink burukutu, inhale tobacco
Sometimes I am happy when you see me
Sometimes I am sad
But,
It's not what you think
Sometimes we watch the sky smile at us
With endless sunshine
And sometimes we watch it cry
Unconsolably with rain
Sometimes you see me dazzle and shazzle
Sometimes I see your muggles and struggles
Sometimes you see my gun
And sometimes I smell your bile, blood
My brother,
It's not what you see
Sometimes you see the pain in my eyes
Sometimes I picture and capture your sorrows, sadness
Sometimes we dream together
And sometimes we visualize it as is
But,
It's not what you see
Sometimes we watch the sun rise together
And sometimes nightfall
Sometimes we sit by the fireplace,
Watch the moon, stars,
Wake-up, play catch-up,
Brake-up and snuggle-up;
Children play moonlight games
Sometimes amid blaring sun,
We wallow in fawning doldrums,
Decadence, delirium and darkness
Sometimes I tell you my story
And oftentimes you reel out your sorrows, invocations
But, it's not what you think, see or believe
My brother, this life is deep!
Careless and crazy I have become as a human being with a wicked human nature that is an entity to God Most High..stumbling upon the tragedies and misfortunes of this World of Woe
Helpless, fearful, cheerless, grateful - these are the sentiments I embrace deep down inside - when will I be set free from this captivity I call Hostile Home?
Emptiness fills my cranium and I am in want of wisdom that is contrary to the lusts of my heart; ancient destruction and decadence takes over me and I am praying that I'll still have hope in mind and confidence to find
Angst and anger zap me like silver lightning and it slithers into my veins, sending me pangs of painstaking pain that overthrows me, overwhelming me to the extreme, my self-esteem below zero
Random rage disappears and I am left with what I call "chear"...fear not, cheer on! Anxious joy chears me on and I am the vibrantless sun and You are the illuminating moon! I'm defeated to the core by the iniquities of my passion-drenched heart, mind and soul
Fearfulness builds adrenaline throughout my body...so uncomfortable in my own skin when I'm associating with my companions
Underestimated by the words I say, but I'm stronger than I realize, I'm not alone and I'm not a failure...I'm an invincible individual with a chearful mentality
Loyal to the creator of this Earth, but I'm fearful of the destruction that the world must go through...but I'm cheerful that You are by my side always and forever - I'm faithful and hopeful that Your Word will lead me to the Kingdom of Infinite Glory, where Jesus Christ will raise us from the dead and crown us as Kings and Priests, so we can judge the world with righteous justice!!
Wondrously divine in its transcendence
God’s love* affirms kindness of providence
Radiating tender mercy’s resplendence
Defying any counter evidence….
My heart does claim with grateful confidence.
Marked by compassionate condescendence
Christ’s love is offered with heaven’s credence
Midst His sacrifice against impudence
Asserting biblical jurisprudence…
My faith accepts along praise-filled prudence.
Wrought with sovereign superintendence
The Lord’s love marches through grace-incidence
Redeeming those in sin-guilt despondence
Pardoning them from confessed decadence…
My soul receives midst earnest dependence.
Blest to grant everlasting residence
Saviour’s love gives hope of trust’s precedence
From hell’s eternal evil dissidence
Imputing righteousness with peace cadence…
My life owns against selfish diffidence.
*1John 4:9 In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.
January 21, 2022
2nd place "This or That, Vol 9; Title Chosen: Transcendence" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/25/2022.
As God essence, bliss is our middle name
Head and heart aligned with voice of conscience
Each moment reborn, with joy we exclaim
Orientation energised silence
Once soul cleansed in clear streams of innocence
That that remains, free of both stain and shame
Ego cravings, consigned to decadence
As God essence, bliss is our middle name
Upon choosing to exit, all mind games
We slowly attain an inner balance
No fears or desires that we need to tame
Head and heart aligned with voice of conscience
Our innate, bubbling, childlike nonchalance
Paves the way, for igniting hearts love flame
All our nodes within dance in carefree trance
Each moment reborn, with joy we exclaim
No dark spots remain, in our aura frame
Ensconced in divine entwined dalliance
Vibrant emptiness is our claim to fame
Orientation energised silence
Pristine presence grants love acquiescence
Our life goal being Gods name to proclaim
Bliss in permanence, shining effulgence
With each breath flowing, attaining our aim
As God essence
18-April-2021
Mature and robust and resonant happiness,
like true wealth,
is made,
seldom simply found.
Happiness, spiritual gratitude,
unlike material wealth,
cannot be inherited by legal right.
Happiness,
like mental health,
and unlike cognitive-affective dissonance,
cannot be owned,
yet works best when shared,
cooperatively governed,
and can be as positively illusory and fleeting
as chronic stress can be negatively delusional,
like Robert Pirsig's "gumption trap."
Happiness is the currency of love,
as blossoms are to healthy
and trusting
and cooperative root systems.
Why is this as difficult to grasp
and hold onto,
this ultimate ecopolitical and psychological power
of healthy love,
spirit of cooperative gratitude
for Earth's richly paid-forward Grace,
as it is easy to dwell on the fear and angry hated distrustful roots
of dissonance
and decay
and decadence
and decomposition?
Why would WinWin ecopolitics of happiness
grow any less dominant
than WinLose suboptimization
of integrity's great and small transitional promise?
Why either LeftBrain successful outcomes
or RightBrain lovely happiness incomes?
Why Economic rationality
or EcoLogical sacred sanity?
Oh right,
I recall
here at last,
Mature and robust and resonant happiness,
like true wealth,
is cooperatively made,
seldom simply found.
Anywhere we look there are signs if decadence:
from teens rebellion to perversion and violence;
didn't God clearly state, " Honor your parents? "
Have His words gone unheeded as many proverbs?
Unruly children, don't be easily stirred to anger,
take time to listen and you may learn to bear:
it's not that cool talk on a dangerous street corner...
there, evil grows and gives hearts great power.
I grew up in a God-fearing home, where prayers were a must,
and kindness a required gesture to implement trust;
no tantrums were allowed when foul rage burst...
all you heard was, " Bow your head and pray to the Holy Ghost! "
Dare to ask me, if I am extremely glad to have listened and obeyed;
try to embarrass me with derisive remarks, or make me feel bad!
Though what we know
and that which we feel
goes into what we write
I believe
poets are more inclined toward
image-periphery
the alchemy of lyric-formation
what is just around the corner
horrifically vague
standing on the lip-edge
toes dangling over
peering bravely into a
primal abyss
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each new declaration a journey
backward, compressing coldly
into dank catacombs of past
drafting explorers
forward, confronting bard echoes
the maps of our ancient priests
left for the daring
the literary awakened
new skies revealed
sustain alternating and renewed
every night a fresh splattering of light
every dawn
a bounty-warmth of slippery
sunny icing
such decadence our breakfast
lunch and supper
no dessert denied
the rich slices we pen
the hyper-caloric that
drives us to the brink
daring us to step off
both angels and demons
awaiting their catches
lift must be in our favor --
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Let the work begin!
Written: November 07, 2023
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Am I condoning a state of affluence?
In recent desultory decadence
Have I drawn a swan dive of choice?
Don't you hear your mom clamoring?
Don't you grasp her voice?
Backward between and beyond riverstone?
Holler—herald hidden phylum, hunt voice
of failed fulfillments
The hind hock hoof is hermitic.
With any accismus to anthropomorphize beasts
Winter wolf moon wakes up her litter
for sustenance, the man in me would slaughter
the wolf.
Tracks—that permeate darkness
their compulsory murder. Everyone needs
a meal
drifted and whistled from hair to heel,
things outside seem odd, ghostly, surreal.
Amid snow—hooves slowed to soak in
across the waves—why my soul seeped
a sailor has been seen dozing off
whilst the riverside weeps
trust—my footprints feature
fear—cynicism.
It seems to be something of a trend
to dump on happy endings these days,
and anything that shows moral sense
brings calls to be cancelled right away.
The only thing the elites accept
is the dysfunctional and depraved,
anything else must be childish,
from 'simple minds' mired in cliché.
I’ve been alive long enough to see
that yes, the world can be truly cruel,
But I have seen that just as often
it can be a hundred shades of cool.
And to demonize the wholesomeness
that some entertainment will provide,
to scoff at all the family values
that brought the millions fulfilled lives,
how does that make a person feel smart?
How do they not realize, in their brains,
that life has as much light as darkness,
that there’s more than just wallowing pain?
I admit there is real value in
examining things that make us hurt,
but isn’t there as much value in
looking into what makes this world work?
I think it comes down to two reasons,
and the first I say half-way in jest,
to me it seems our society
is a victim of its own success.
To put it simply, some folks are bored,
with the type of life that we all have.
Where once we struggled just to survive,
now we feel fat and lazy and bad.
The morals we used to celebrate
worked so well they became commonplace,
we forgot how they built our nation,
assumed they were the natural state.
And given the questing human mind,
we went out looking for something new,
but when things are good you only find change
flirting with less moral points-of-view.
You start to fetishize the bad-boy,
romanticize all the criminals,
of course, you're safe while your doing this,
so you don’t comprehend it in full.
And then it creeps into the culture,
hidden by buzz-words like ‘tolerance,’
but like any drug, the hit wears off,
and you need more and more decadence.
Until you’ve been immersed so damn long
that you think it is all that is real,
that there’s nothing but the decadent,
and you are so desperate just to feel.
Some people are destroyed by all this,
others burn out and make a retreat,
realize the wholesome is not that bad,
and away from the cities they beat...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
I was out in this world
I thought it was all about me
I was blinded by lustful pleasures
unwilling to stop or see
God never gave up on me
no matter how far I'd sunk down
restored reborn renewed
my faith now on solid ground
I lived a life of decadence
only seeking selfish pleasures
I forsook God's word
fell short of His measure
God never gave up on me
no matter how far I'd sunk down
restored reborn renewed
my faith now on solid ground
people need to realize
and simply understand
the foundation of God
is solid rock not sinking sand
His word nourishes souls
His mercy lightens hearts
God will never give up on you
and from Him you should never part
I was down and out
as low as a human could go
I allowed the enemy to run the entire show
yet despite me being myself
of me God continue to seek
He never gave up on me Lord
Even though I was shallow and weak
God never gave up on me
no matter how far I'd sunk down
restored reborn renewed
my faith now on solid ground
now I'm back in His arms
a new creation in Christ
meditating on His word
my future looking bright
God never gave up on me
no matter how far I'd sunk down
restored reborn renewed
my faith now on solid ground
God never gave up for me
no matter how far I'd sunk down
restored reborn renewed
my faith now on solid ground