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Abiyamo
Infinity
He had gone too far
Now she is gone
He sighed
sat back in retrospect
drawing a sarcastic smile
dreading the lifetime scourge
life has saddled on him
He shrieks then moaned
the sounds piercing through him
despite all her pain
spending her own gain
now she is gone
She who unfaltering
fought the heavens
cried to the sun
pledged to the moon
pulled down the stars
tugged the winds
even forfeited to Olodumare
just to carve you a path
now with your feet
fitted with greatness
you stood in ignorant fury
to crush the now tender reed
Alas, the saddened cry
Abiyamo ooo
January 1 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 1-3
Key Verse - Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
HEART CREATED STEADFASTLY BY GOD
God creates in us steadfast heart wonderfully
While forming us marvelously
Shaping us amazingly
Filling us against our void, sufficing us abundantly…
We surely thank Him wholeheartedly.
God creates in us steadfast heart with His light
While starting our day right
Making our firmament so bright
Watching us at night…
We really thank Him with faith’s might.
God creates in us steadfast heart every morning
While protecting us in between lunch and evening
Securing us in our sleep’s dreaming and groaning
Keeping us in His goodness of feasting and dining…
We joyously thank Him for His constant intervening.
God creates in us steadfast heart in His image and after His likeness
While prevailing over us by His dominion’s greatness
Blessing us toward multiplying fruitfulness
Subduing our pride through His replenishing gentleness…
We truly thank Him for His graciousness.
God creates in us steadfast heart, giving us product-yielding capacity
While bestowing us with work-diligence ability
Sanctifying us to labour in His field of spirituality
Comforting us in His rest as we cleave to His presence-serenity…
We earnestly thank Him along His gifts’ bounty.
God creates in us steadfast heart, defending us from subtle serpent’s deception
While encompassing us with His assurance-sanction
Pulling us against curses’ destruction
Protecting us from enmity’s sorrow-infliction affliction…
We verily thank Him, praising Him for our soul’s eternal salvation.
God creates in us steadfast heart, ruling over us with His commandment
While propping us from sin-caused miseries by His encouragement
Loving us, calling us with His life-commitment
Placing us in His heart of genuine contentment…
We triumphantly thank Him and His sovereign control every moment.
January 1, 2026
It’s the little things you notice
That make other little things in life shine.
Like an overflowing outhouse somewhere else
Makes the flush toilet at home seem great
And how this little thing
Makes you appreciate the greatness of a life
You may have disparaged out of familiarity.
The bottom line is it can always be worse,
But as our day to day life just gets better,
Softer and more luxurious
It’s easy to see our life as terrible
When others see it as blessed.
So which is it? Whose subjective view?
Beauty, comfort and appreciation,
Is always in the eye of the beholder.
Go with the flow they say,
Appreciate what you’ve got,
Because it can always get worse…
(8/16/26)
August 29 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 1-4
Key Verse – Ezekiel 1:1 Now it came to pass in the thirtieth year, in the fourth month, in the fifth day of the month, as I was among the captives by the river of Chebar, that the heavens were opened, and I saw visions of God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR LETTING US SEE HIS VISIONS
Praise be to God for letting us see His visions:
Exposing us to His expertise of greatness
Expressing unto us His exalted grandeur
Encouraging us to exhibit gratefulness
Enlightening us to exercise godliness
Exhorting us exemplify graciousness
Ezekiel 2:4 Praise be to the Almighty for
His “Thus saith the Lord” that makes us:
Share His secured sanctification-seal
Show His shining satisfaction-sufficiency
Stand upon His settled salvation-sturdiness
Speak about His steadfast Scripture-strength
Savor His sweet sustenance in our supplication
Ezekiel 3:22 Praise be to the Lord for His hand upon us:
Reaching down to us for our redemption
Responding to us with His replenishing readiness
Reforming us toward our renewal with our revival
Receiving us for our restoration midst our repentance
Restraining us against our refusal, rejection and regrets
Ezekiel 4:13 Praise be to the Saviour for driving us toward:
Persistence upon His purpose with prayers
Perfection along His plan’s presentation
Portrayal of His powerful performance
Productivity by His provision-process
Perseverance through His precepts. Amen!
August 29, 2024
Remembering
(New Years Day 2017)
Written: by Miracle Man
5-23/2020
A season of year when leaves weren’t falling,
sixteen drips, adorned an infusion pole.
Lifeless I lay, death, my name was calling,
but a loving God chose to make me whole.
But this wasn't where the story would end,
it's became my witness to His greatness.
Of remaining time before i ascend,
i feel blessed daily by this lateness.
God blesses each one with certain abilities,
and more prodigious than the talent given.
Is how we choose to use our facilities,
Be a light in someone’s darkness; be driven.
“Honor”
I don’t get it
I just don’t get it.
Why, men are this way.
Why they order death,
And curse their own.
Why they seek vengeance
For those opposed.
Pardon those who’ve wronged our soul?
What makes a man this way?
What is this need?
For what is the reason?
I understand
How anger corrupts the soul,
Turns it into coal.
I understand
How need turns into greed,
Yet, never satisfies.
I understand
How vengeance reaps,
And bloodies our sheets.
I understand
The call to forgive
Yet, these are not forgivable deeds.
Who are these men?
Who kill boys
In boats awash at sea.
Who are these men
Who rob the poor,
And shut their doors?
Who are these men
Who stormed our walls,
Cursing our laws?
Do they not know,
Our destined role,
What they have done?
Should I have to ask?
Where their Honor lies?
Adrift at sea, without a shore?
Do we no longer believe?
Do we no longer know,
This sacred word?
My cheeks are flushed.
My eyes runneth over.
My mind torn.
I don’t understand,
I speak to you.
To you, our men of greatness.
Have you none?
I don’t understand.
Have you not sold
Our bodies, minds, and souls,
To sailors, drunk from the sea?
I don’t understand?
In what harbor do you sleep?
I don’t understand.
I just don’t understand.
Where your Honor lies.
2/12/2026
From childhood I dreamt
of doing wondrous things,
stringing together an
unending, unbreakable
necklace of words, gold-
toned sounds feeding
meaning to my readers,
like food to the famished.
I grew bolder: I would create
word-mountains in the reader's
mind, words that would never die,
but those words were all stillborn.
Years, decades went by.
I grew fat and happy with
wife and family and friends.
Finally, with defiance at the
caprice called Fate, who parcels
out talent by her whim alone,
I said, "So be it! I'll never touch
Shakespeare's toe, nor ruffle
Dickens' collar-- I'll never even
get to tickle silly Ezra Pound."
I'm anonymous, and so too
are you, most likely....
And that is all right, because
as a young man, you see,
my soul came to me-- oh yes,
my soul came quietly to me,
and whispered, I exist forever,
without a start, without an end,
a mockery of time.Then it teased,
"Now fit THAT into your mind,
into your body ever so brief,
just a breath of flesh really."
Things that come,
come in their own way.
It's my winning season
It's time for me to achieve
For all i can do is win
Because of my faith i do believe
That everything attached to me
Will succeed beyond my expectations
For its my season to triumph
With godly exultation
I'm now a woman of impact
Confident, courageous and called
I'm now a force to be reckoned with
No one's plaything at all
I'm a sister of King Jesus
And my Father God says I'm royalty
I am destined for greatness
And assured the victory.
The enemy will come at me with
Disease and destruction
But its my winning season
For I'm a godly production
I will strike a blow for freedom
A hidden figure I'll be no more
My spirit may be different
But through my tears of courage I will endure
It's my winning season
And to the Lord God I will say yes
For i am more than just capable
I'm also highly favored and blessed
I hear your cries echo through the corridors of time.
For three thousand years, hope was stolen,
your humanity bartered away like coin in a market.
They branded you untouchable,
yet you are the pulse of the earth,
the dark soil from which all life is born.
Look at them—
they build temples of stone but crush the living temple of flesh.
They parade in garments of purity,
yet purity does not dwell in their hearts.
They call themselves white,
forgetting that white is the shroud of death,
while black is the womb of creation.
India sings of democracy—
but only on paper,
while in the streets,
the Dalit drink from poisoned wells
and walk with chains invisible yet heavier than iron.
O land of sages and scriptures,
why do you blind your eyes to your own children?
But listen—
karma is a wheel that never sleeps.
The wheel turns,
and the high will fall,
the low will rise.
The first shall stumble into the dust,
and the last shall be crowned with dawn.
Nothing remains the same beneath the cosmos.
Your oppressors believe night is eternal,
but even the longest shadow bows to the morning sun.
Suffering is the blacksmith—
it tempers your soul like steel in fire.
They see permanence in your chains,
yet permanence does not exist in the universe.
O Dalit, sons and daughters of destiny—
do not believe the lie of exile.
Nature was not foolish to birth you.
You are the missing verse
in the unfinished hymn of India.
She dreams of greatness,
but her dream is hollow
until your dignity is restored.
The beauty of the world
is not found in sameness,
but in the symphony of differences.
And so I say to you—
though the night is heavy with sorrow,
though the stars seem far and dim,
tomorrow freedom will come,
and the chains will fall
like dust before the wind.
There comes the EAST, against the SOUTH
The WEST against the SOUTH
Again the NORTH, all against the SOUTH
Just to use, manipulate and enslave
our minds, One said music is all
I say
The growth of a country
Depends on the knowledge Of the youths
But money makes everything worthwhile
Them songs; Bursting Up the speakers
The knowledge birthed, connections for elevation
My money bossing up, Mi world
They call me
A LAZY GOLD DIGGER NO i am
A POET, I was a once a hustler
Here comes another, they said...
Laughter is everything, It keeps you entertained
I said; Laughter without, happiness and contentment
From within is Forgery, For social connection
Money makes it enduring and complete
Them jokes and movies, all over the NATION
With Global recognition
My people Living La vida loca (the crazy life)
La Bella vida (The beautiful life)
Amidst all hate and denials, they labelled us SCAMMERS
No we are messengers of Love, Oneness was our message.
da vida (life-giving) vida Feliz (happy life)
There came
The other, boosting of their. strengths and powers
I told them
It's not by power, neither myth but
Consistency without resistance
Money makes whole, It adds honor
We all will die one day, but not certain
Now they got
The military With armed forces, ARMY
Forcing, forging lies and flogging us to
Move their ways, my people
Still showing love, amidst the tortures
They call us vultures with cultures
No we are healers and seers
Which they keep seeking, Unknowingly
Silence and discernment was Our weapons
Their perception of us, Was a reflection of them.
All them wishes On us was to be their
Sheep for slaughter
Copycat to navigate the negative poles
Propelling the heroes, Within
The Sleeping LIONS, they awakened
Now My people roar for;
Absolute freedom, greatness comes from it
We SOUTHERNERS also deserve power
We want to own our resources
And Our Fundamental Human Rights
JUSTICE and FREEDOM IS THE SOUND
AS WE ROAR FOR GREATNESS!!