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Polithieves
On my behalf, a conclave of crows
Then, my Imminent appointment follows
Orchastrated triumph at the polls
Heralds me into Parliament of Owls
Perching in the FAAC Convocation
In control of State notes
I go swift lyk Abacha o.
I have the antidote to your sting
The unremitted signed-off sum
arouses my Swiss account into ******
While you ejaculate Pains after intense
romance with poverty
In my hands lies the antidote to poverty's
venomous sting in your lives.
With unclouded vision
I see the bruised Roads
hospitals with chronic illness
sick Schools diagnosed with illiteracy
Upon dusk, the 9th Plague of God
on Egypt is reawakened:
Transformers with no heartbeat.
***
Your rivers of gold enticing enough
to lure Oludumare dine with injustice
Greediness vampired you with Insatiable
thirst for wealth
Conscience numb like the corpse of Bin Laden;
With flaming greed, that ablazes the ocean.
You emissaries of Esu
Bearers of anguish
Farmers with bountiful reaping yet no sowing.
Santas with sack bulging with hoarded wealth
Drownless river trickles down our faces
Hades empathise, but with you - epicaricacy.
"Tins go beta" - their ghost promise
Yet we are maltreated wives to poverty
Submerged in sorrow with no depth
Our rainy eyes experience no drought
Painting pictures with your words,
Will you slay them with your tune,
Can you make them sing your melodies
To their unforgiving moon
Will you watch them leave their seats
Dancing solo on the floor,
Bid farewell unto the heartache
They keep behind their quiet door
Can you take them from their darkness
Share with them your star-filled night
Can you gift them sacred memories
That live long beyond tonight
Can you show them they are beautiful
Will your words be filled with grace
Do you understand the sorrow of
Those who feel they're out of place
Will you break through to the sadness
Could you empathise the plight
Of the lonely who then only
Fade away into their night
See I was once a songwriter
Broken just like you
As the eyes of blind indifference
Made me feel wretched and blue
I'll take my pen, and write again...
Dance on....
Which Group?
Just because i believe that Jesus lived,
And was crucified by the government,
Doesn’t mean I’m a Christian stone eyed,
Since the incarnation is incarceration.
I don’t like Christians, can’t empathise,
I can’t go to church ‘cos there’s no god,
I don’t relate to believers well, lovingly,
And am not excited by their joy or baud.
I relate to them sometimes, that’s fine,
I negotiate my entitlements with drive,
But atheists don’t tire me or frustrate,
So I jive with them, mating, coercing.
I’m a Christian atheist, Jesus existed,
By sex, rejection, lies, trust, promotion,
But I completely respect those who say,
Jesus never existed, its fully rubbish.
I am the floor you trudge across
I am the breeze you walk right through
trying to empathise with myself
Staring into the abyss as it slowly falls into me
Beyond sadness beyond emotion
Laughter holds it breath in my presence
Happiness runs in fear
Hope has given up on me
everything that makes me human is dead or diseased
I am the traitor to life
This flesh and bone prison has broken its captive
I am the error of my own ways
Forced to wait for a change that never comes
Complying with the resistance
and listening for that final release
of breath that always seems to come
Loneliness would be so much easier if there was not so many people
I have a story to tell One that doesn't end well So I advise you to take a break For this will cause your heart to ache
A fourteen year old boy Used as a decoy To manipulate and destroy A message sent to employ A hatred to kill joy
He was a child A boy who always smiled With a spirit so wild They defined As something to scrutinise Something to demonise Something to criminalise Which ultimately led to his demise
They spread lies So they could despise Without having to apologise So they could victimise The woman to vocalise Her hatred she utilised The power of her eyes And fake cries So they would empathise And not recognise Her plan to intensify Their superiority To keep the minority Without democracy So forever in history We would be seen As an inferiority
Now this is the part What breaks my heart And is forever scarred By their lack of heart
The peaceful night Interrupted by their plight To start a fight Between black and white
Emmett Till was kidnapped He tried to fight back Took from his family home He must've felt so alone He was dragged and beaten His fate already written They took out their weapons Their weapons had spoken And sent that poor angel baby to heaven And if that wasn't enough They decided to have more fun Because they didn't see him as human So with a large metal fan They began To tie it around his neck Without regret But let's not forget The used barbed wire instead Left in the river His killers Whisper They called him a
Tear drops roll down my cheeks.
Blessed with mirror-touch synaesthesia!
Claircognizant empaths - inflame my aphasia.
I know, I know - the die is cast!
Eh! Still words - pierce through my silent heart.
Leave me – leave me!
I need time to talk with my soul.
For no one knows – why!
Why emotions welled up so high?
How would you know - the reason behind my sigh!
And why such deep grief and frown?
And why the frozen sea melted down?
And the pain behind my collapsing castle!
How intense is my tussle!
Yeah! How would you know?
What I just lost was my holy grail!
All I need is solitude to sail!
CHRISTIAN PHRASIS 1-pastoral
To see the kingdom grow with
peopled pews, so often a frustrated
desire sans practical love in action.
A love for people and growth of
the rule of God,so fundamental
and crucial. God’s attributes
brings wholeness,completeness
and peace, by its very nature.
This resurrection commission
to the priesthood of all believers;
to respond thereto,accountable
to God where ‘ere we find the need;
to empathise,set free the downtrodden
,weeping with and counselling,binding up
the broken bringing back the lost,with
patience & perserverance
to reveal the heart of God.
From my Things Pastoral 2003
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Blessed in abundance that manifests in our
stressed daily interaction with our fellow man, and the sincerest
form of our inner wellbeing is the outpour of laughter.
Dormant in the face of adversity, while we empathise with
modern populace at large and try to bring some
modicum of humanity and relief of the pain.
We’d all experience this from time to time and this is
seed of essence in our reality that is forever fraught.
Felled by ulterior motives – punished like Sisyphus by our
fellow peers – as the dulcet tones of compliments, the sweetest
wrung encouragement that soothed our souls like songs
sung at our cradle; the melodies now forgotten. They are
symbols indelibly edged into our subconscious and those
cymbals that tend to want to drown us out so that
we spin in the vortex, but vector us towards the stories to tell.
Be it to explain the tumultuous emotions raging beneath the surface of
our designer exterior – this is by far the saddest
hour and we, eventually, rather opt for the dilatory thought.
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Percy Bysshe Shelly – To a Skylark
Through seventy years of change,
Orb and sceptre in your hands,
Serving your people, young and old,
You have reigned over these lands.
To duty called when you were young,
You took the oath in Edwards chair.
The crown sits well upon that head
That doth its precious weight still bear.
A beacon to your people,
To all your commonwealth,
You show us what devotion means
To something beyond self.
Prime ministers and presidents
Have graced your royal court
Charities from every sphere
Your patronage have sought.
A mother and a grandmother,
A loyal and loving wife.
A Queen with whom the nation
Shared the milestones of your life.
You could not give us any more,
You’re an example to us all.
Of the meaning of self sacrifice
That answer”s duty’s call.
You too have suffered pain and loss,
Part of life’s kaleidoscope.
You empathise, you sympathise,
You bring a nation hope.
You’ve led us in remembrance
At war’s sad and bitter loss,
You’ve shed tears at the cenotaph,
For the fallen and the lost.
You truly are respected
By every generation,
For standing by your people,
For fulfilling your vocation.
Not for ourselves alone are we
Born to this life we’re given
You’ve shown us what can be achieved
If we too are truly driven.
You”re our pride and our identity
Loved and held in great respect.
History will remember you
As our beloved “Lillibet.”
We celebrate these seventy years,
Your Platinum Jubilee.
And I, for one, am glad to be,
A subject of your majesty.
Don't want to be a bother,
Don't want to come between
Don't want to cause distraction
Don't want to make a scene.
Though stating really clearly-
I fear there's something wrong and
If i can't state it here
Where else do I belong?
There's problems in society and
I ask with much respect
To voice your words with wisdom and
also help correct.
One world that we all live in and
Hallejuah just for that!
Cannot be frivolous
Don't want to be a prat.
There are many social issues and
It's time that we address
The filthy greedy rich and
people are suppressed.
People are not happy and
It affects the universe
To get to what is forward
Sometimes we must reverse.
So let's back it up and
highlight what is real
I empathise with others and
Can understand what others feel.
There are some things I won't tolerate
For my world is your world too and
Your world is my world
So let all of us pursue...
Peace and happiness
Here all are resuming?
Just don't ever forget
We are all human.
Indeed people are special and
all so unique
Strong in a way
Another so meek.
We can do our bit
Let's get back to grass roots
To change what is wrong and
Societies Attributes....
Don't want to be a fool
Don't want to be a propriety
Don't want to be a number
No faith in this society....
But I believe in you!