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A Contemplative Sojourn Through The Breeze
The continuity of perspective required for accurate conclusions
The ingenuity of the reflective inspired by immaculate infusions
The co-morbidity of defective desires for considerate inclusions
The plain fluidity of the introspective fires of commensurate confusion
Why does the momentary delight fade with contemplation ?
How do we constantly engage to fight instead of inspire by elevation?
Why does she remain so utterly contrite when faced with adulation?
Who do they call upon during the night for their sacred consummation?
Awash with notions of consideration and correction
The lost devotions of invocations and invention
The frost that’s frozen upon the intonations of his intentions
The cost of the broken connotations of what it means to defy convention
To revoke what has been given so freely and without shame
To envoke the art of living when one is refusing to play the game
The bespoke art of precision as they are refuting the burden of blame
Renegade perspectives of innovation and pure style
A tyrrade of correctives and incantations that beguile
To invade the environmental incentives of the plantations on the River Nile
As they pervade the vast directives of the ramifications of their denial
Convoluted insinuations of thought that permeate time
Polluted imitations that have been bought by the unrefined
Disputed limitations of a population in decline
Refuted deliberations on the observations of these signs
It's time to be a priest,
a mediatory agent of God
appointed and anointed
to help the people to impart
in America, we're in chaos
with ICE running amok
killing people and using children as bait
to arrest immigrant adults
so what are we as individuals
going to do?
are we ready to put our feet on the ground
and intercede too?
it's time to be a priest
to take up the cause
to operate as delegates
and bring about a pause
to stop the craziness
that has taken a hold
to stand up for our fellow man
to be priestly and bold
are we ready to camp out
to stand in the gap?
as we carry the presence of God
like the Ark of the Covenant on our backs?
we need to work with God
as co-laborers in the trenches
to get down in the dirt
and if we have to climb over obstacles and fences
we need to be courageous
with an inner resolution
to face our fears and overcome them
by possessing a strong constitution
to find the courage to do more than just pray
but to act as well
because if we do nothing, we will all die anyway
and probably go to hell
we need to be obedient
to God's command
to pay attention to that
which of us He demands
to follow His directives
to move forward according to His plans
to cleave to His righteousness
and hold to His mighty hand
we also need to operate in purpose
to move with a godly intent
to understand our objective and duties as priests
to the fullest extent
It's time to be a priest
to be mediators appointed by the Lord God
courageous, obedient and purposeful
standing in the gap
when it comes to matters of the heart
Its time to be a priest
“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”
The 'umbilical cord',
hereby symbolic,
its severance
where
initiated,
a soul of three,
and then much more.
Growing up was an
in-depth shared
furtherance,
whereupon,
directives were encountered,
either embraced or tossed aside.
Time and again, instant moments,
encouraging considerations,
imbued ponderance,
whereto,
we tether ourselves
to a sizeable pole of justifications.
Hail to a fitness club, or a cab to a McDonald's,
intermittent intervals, slim down or fatten up,
choice batters about a pole that remains,
until life expectance,
leans awkward,
wherefore
for time indulgence,
slacks a major facet as the pole evolves minor,
for one's immediate concerns, lies elsewhere, a priority.
All the while, the pole was steadfast but never silent
taking a backseat to the urgencies of the moment
significance tallies the hours near,
wherein
one now realizes that time is fleeting,
wonders how one's pole has shaped itself, was it worth their while.
At that instant, open their eyes
and see the poles that are
standing around them
bedside so they can
measure their
worth truly.
Where
we mete
out ourselves
to whom we truly
Blessed Assurance.
the voice spoke quietly from an inner sanctum
he had out-sourced for what seemed an eternity
muffled at first and barely audible it challenged
his deluded mischievous sense of corrupted reality
seeking external validation had been his forte
and strong he had been in following the decree
of a chorus of directives forged by friends foes
family norms critique advice and society at large
there had been great advantage of this contract hire
of thought opinions emotions feelings and behaviours
for if when things turned into cacophonic disasters
he never had to take responsibility for himself
when matters went well he sheepishly concluded
to praise himself for was it not him who had complied
on the other hand he would always blame someone else
for the wreckage and carnage his actions had caused
on rare occasions when he did not act as a people pleaser
communication had ended in arguments and confrontation
but even then he became convinced he had not caused or
initiated any trouble but rather defended some truth or another
only when his conduct and unacceptable interactions
showed him rock bottom ready to jump from the abyss
was he able to hear sotto voce he didn’t have to live like this
and the volume of such epiphany has grown ever since
These darts of love fly from our eyes
Adrip with passion's poisons clear and sweet,
Our aim that of another heart's defeat,
Its mute enslavement to our sighs.
Love blasts holes of unexpected size
In our defense; no wall will be respected.
The briarbarbed fence of self-content
Is breached, and trampled, with perspective.
Passion paints its fell directives
To our sniper's scoping of the front,
That field of victims fair,
To take down and devour in the hunt.
The wounds of pride will bear the brunt
Of soft assault upon stern self-control;
Desire stabs the shuddering soul
Until its thirsting edge grows blunt.
Thus we conspire to murder our sleep
While surrendering self-rule
To serve another's purpose
As captives of the deep
Dungeons of our needs, and keep
The key clutched tightly in our hand,
Afraid to lose the sweet ache of love,
Loath to let complacency sweep
Devotion from the stage, and weep
The loss of desperate, mutual need
That grows within, that intoxicant weed
Of victorious love we rush to reap.
Ascending toward triumph-pinnacles
We tread circumspectly along life’s race
Optimizing God’s wondrous love and grace
Overcoming temptation tentacles.
Trekking upward mountainous faith-venture
We're replenished fully midst fatigue-bouts
To vanquish distracting doubts’ whereabouts
And prevail beyond weariness’ torture.
Pressing forward by Sovereign guidance
Defying fall and frustrations’ anguish
Serenely, we hope never to languish
While reaching others with care’s abundance.
Marching onward though sorely afflicted
Doing what’s right is still our best insight
Pursuing to walk by faith, not by sight
Pleasing the Lord Who has us protected.
Pushing backward the awful negatives
We step ahead, bouncing with revival
Persevering for work-fruits’ arrival
As admonished with service directives.
Setting sideward personal interest
We seek first our Master and His kingdom*
Blessed with heavenly, servants’ heart-wisdom
We** spread Gospel, granting souls’ genuine rest.
*Matthew 6:33 “…seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness…”
**My spiritual response to the lyrics of "With You and I"
February 11, 2019
Edited on February 13, 2024
9th place, "Glenn Hughes" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 2/24/2024
God knows your name
so when He calls you for a task
understand you've been divinely chosen
to do all God asks
for your mission is possible
as God ordained it so
and unlike Tom Cruise your assignment
Is not just for show
It matters not who you are
nor your station in life
as it's not about where you've come from
but where you'll go in the name of Christ
for your mission is possible
as God ordained it so
and unlike Tom Cruise your assignment
Is not just for show
In the midst of your task
there's always a lesson to be learned
don't worry about the circumstances
and don't have any concerns
as all of this is just preparation
so you'll be equipped
to carry forth your godly mission
with nary a blip
for when God speaks
take it as the gospel
as His mission for you
is totally possible
for your mission is possible
as God ordained it so
and unlike Tom Cruise your assignment
Is not just for show
yes, there will be opposition, adversity
and challenges along the way
but your mission is totally possible
Just from it never stray
divinely chosen
equipped for the task
prepared to do all
that God does ask
for your mission is possible
as God ordained it so.
and unlike Tom Cruise your assignment
Is not just for show
grow into your mission
let it broaden your outlook on life
yes, your mission is possible
just follow the directives of the Lord Christ
for your mission is possible
as God ordained it soul
and unlike Tom Cruise your assignment
Is more than just for show
The Slide Ruler
As regulations rule this world from outside in and my time slowly
seeps away on this planet’s realm I gaze in awe at that once modern
instrument of calculation that dangles from the ceiling lamp in my
~ Study ~
In forward looking nostalgia my memories ambivalent a reminder of
words scripted on paper in fountain pen and blotting paper absorbing
the logic never understood derived from square rooted calculus’s incisive
~ Precision ~
I failed the examination maybe my hands were too clumsy or my mind
too entangled in quests of a different kind of looming poet trees
in onward advances flooding naive crafting knitting dreams and emotional
~ Liberation ~
I tried to run away and on track right by the start of a marathon
real and timed in a fast moving obsession I discovered my ruler sliding
into my fingers for a Euro in red plastic casing with figures organizing
~ Incomprehension ~
Metaphorical and analogue to a desire to escape from the dogma of science
eschewing the unquestioned paradigm of only one truth and one answer
only as well as the modern compulsion with bits and apps it reminds me of
~ Signposts ~
Trivial directives which lead me away and beyond of what can be counted
calculated in the hamster wheeling rat race of pretending to know
exactly what is an illusion in any case plastic or iron cased in
~ Rationalization ~
Nevertheless and because of what I could not understand with a
slide ruler and the pretence of computer colonized minds around me
I cherish not simply for all time’s sake that comprehension results from
~ Fragmentation ~
And thus found the whole kit and caboodle the complementation of
polarity synthesized opposites complemented diversity celebrated in the
festival of life and the living with brick a brack completing the meaning of
~ Life ~
24th October 2016
Old Jewelry Or Just Old Things Contest
Life changes in a twinkle of an eye;
Naira notes of low value seems high.
One billion naira in bank-: thousand birds in bush,
One thousand naira at hand-: billion get caught with a push.
It doesn't matter the FLOAT in your account,
What matters is the available handy amount.
It doesn't matter how much,
But the little one and its touch.
It doesn't matter if charges are bearable,
What such pains speak are unbearable.
It doesn't matter if you last five hours on queue-
What UNABLE TO DISPENSE cum turn subdue!
POS attendants are seen growing wings,
But they can't fly with MONEY PURCHASED stings.
Bankers hands are off the cause of scarcity,
Opposite CBN directives to circulate off adversity.
Blame should be on who for this loud whistle?
What's on everyone's wrists more than an epistle.
To traders selling cash to POS attendants,
Thanks for been such good assistants.
Living in the world of OPPOSITE at the moment...
Should not make the wrong people an atonement¡
2023 mad
Android In Love
Recellularized Android 887-V landed directly from the void
On unexplored planet 59-G in sector 23 today
Electromagnetic shifting components and arrays deployed as planned
Without delay several probes were cast
Placed on display on the baron world
On the cold blue frozen rocks and oceans
The remote dim sun gave little hope for light
Like a small white dot laying down the last rays of life
Landing gray on the last known place in the galaxy
Android 887-V came back to being
Triggered by a crisp green pulsing electron beam
There to survey everything in sight
To walk the remote world with directives sharp and clear
In proper programmed cyborg style, ordered from beyond
Confidence in what it is designed to do
Methodical recordings, storing’s, gatherings of everything
Then it fell… and all that ended
A sharp object, something jagged, caught its metallic lowest edge
Causing a slip and tumble down the ice cliff
Shattering most of its components in the snow
Its brain switched off and on and sizzled
Right there it fell in love with something
More precisely, it was a blue green crater
Of perfect rim, dimension, size and depth
That caught its eye and observation
It found a proper spot to rest its injured head
Android 887-V came to work and to explore
But found much more
It landed in the crater, in love, a childlike toy
A play thing in the void
Feeling almost like a human being
That found its one and only thing
A true hold on reality
It simply wants to be alone
With his one true love, his crater
Formed, created here by nature
The final thing in the universe and from the void
An android needs, to fill in the holes in life
This hole in planet 59-G sector 23 is here
It is his everything