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One day we'll all go to the other side of the world
where the moon is launched near the stars unfurled
We will assemble in the hubble of the milky way
and find no trace of earthly bodies in this mainstay;
We will hover inside the palindrome of heaven's loft
restructure like dancing orbs of light, bouncing off
the walls of the sky, born to never be born or die;
One day we will escape this crusty earth of touch
and leave for a place where we don't need a thing
No surgical headlights to see the cavity of man
no scalpel to fix a little girl named, Marianne
We will find our loved ones smiling on the other side
they will be the hinges on the door that leads inside
Exhilarated and free we will shine softly in the night.
as if we were the only light aglow, far and out of site .
WHOLESOMENESS :
How bad this thing is,
For befriending colleagues he found in the office,
Who posited to have him dismissed.
In sheep cloaks they were his frenemies.
They all became very close,
Starts sharing personal life goals.
Showing themselves what each other knows.
Boom,rapport flows.
When the friendship seemed to grow,
Suddenly, they enviously had him opposed,
Unnecessarily as everything roughly goes.
Went about having his good intentions twistedly exposed,
So that administration will let him go home.
By grace it didn't happen as he hoped,
Even he wasn't reproached.
Such malicious things some people do.
Came back acting as if they've done nothing bad to him.
Good he now prevents them from seeing his moves,
So they don't make him feel confused.
Whenever opportunity appears on desk,
They choose to give them out instead.
Although he deserves them since he's the best,
And he works earnestly without stress.
But sake of discrimination,it goes to someone else.
God's work on him was in progress.
On his calender he's always placed first.
He is now a C.E.O of his own company
Sometime past he questioned himself "why?"
Thought nothing would have been fine.
Got locked up in his mind,
As he wished he could just die,
And leave this globe behind,
"Suicidal thoughts",
I prayed he doesn't confine.
Everything was going to be fine.
Jehovah keeps him with his eyes,
From the heavens, down to this earth.
The battle was hard but it's well.
Stood in front of a mirror,
Saw nothing but horror.
Stranded in meditation like moron.
Lost taking the stricture.
Couldn't identify himself in clear picture.
Unemployment, financial issues torn his structure.
All he wished for was restructure,
For life to return better.
He stayed in solitary all that while.
Praying all he's going through beguiles.
Day to day, ensuring his experiences are compiled.
After the dust settles down he'll reminisce and smile.
That's today,where life looks beautiful with his children and wife.
And everybody testifies about it, as everybody admires.
Your teaching is my inspiration,
True narration of nature’s translation and transformation.
You teach me from general to exception,
Love your way of superficial and superfluous explanations.
You encourage me to look beyond natural restrictions,
Kill my ignorance through examples and recreations.
My life is your precious innovation ,
Motivates me towards a sacred completion .
You believe in truth and its power of incarnation,
Send all lies to permanent hibernation.
You get me out of my wrong notion,
And give my thoughts new dimensions.
My tensions are under reduction,
With your divine benedictions.
You promote and motivate for natural adaptation,
Paves a way to synchronise with natural vibrations.
Your utmost respect for natural selection,
Makes you a true messanger for nature’s reverberation.
A happening story with an endless conclusion,
Yes ,I respect your idea of flawless deduction .
My life goes on further simplification,
With your tedious,yet superfluous calculations.
Oh!my revered teacher,I am your undying opinion,
As I know, you have God’s decree and authorisation.
Keen to attain immortal salvation,
With your idea of selfless devotion and dedication.
Lucky to have you in my life’s proposition,
To reform and restructure me and my identification.
Woke up to no sun
it was just the darkness of dawn
on my own in a world I had created
birthed by my own thoughts
characterized by the sum of my fears and desires
through the manifestation of my thoughts believed.
Progressively, evolving being I am; learning
Earnestly applying remedy to the defects of my character
For every thought-seed sown takes root,
sooner or later blossoms bearing its own fruits
Good, Bad - I had to learn to find delight
Revealing to me, myself
In acknowledgement that my prayers were merely song,
that I had to find the rhythm in the beat and harmonise self with its frequency
Let go the cliche that we must disregard those that have different views from us
Restructure my thinking in remembrance that the oppressor and the slave are co-operators in ignorance
and that only in reality are afflicting themselves
Had to conquer my own weaknesses
meet me some light
Oh world meet phoenix me as I rise with the sun,
to a world anew, freedom and reach my outmost potential
Become the True ME
Did the government read any
of the expert and professional articles about the nation?
No! he read the truth from his bible and quran and consulted ayinlala
And would not mind the bookworms whose domain would soon
Be salted with strike and downsizing for economic growth!
Did the government hear or see
The commentary on, and documentary of the nation?
No! he heard from the rumour mongering of his caucus, cabinet
And political godfathers who are nursing manifestoes
That would restructure and make a new LIE-GE-RIA!
Did the government stay at home
To quench the fire razing down the nation?
No! he always run abroad away from the raging inferno
To seek the opinion of white house,
In order to avoid embarrassment when he seeks asylum!
Did the government open his ears and respond
To the cries of hunger, protest, disaster, bloodbath and anarchy?
No! he sits on the lap of luxury within the presidential palace
And rides out with escorts and sirens in long procession
Leading the country to its final burial!
Romiao was a bassoon player for the Getdown Groove
orcheastra, they were selected to do a gig for a famous
singer who was coming to town, they
were told
to reherst the package the Mastro
had sent to them, they had 23 day to get the music right, and if
it didn'tmeet the liking of the certain person (know one know who it was)
they would have to forfeit their contract, and the Mastro would have to restructure
his current band to form another at
the cost of the Mastro. Well they reherst day's and Night, and they sound real good,
some
were done nearly professional, some had some tweaking to do
but they were confident that they would meet scrutiny, because the usage of a sythersizer would
fill in the queit edges were they were resting. When the time came for the
discussion, the group of
38 entered the hall were they
were approached by the Mastro, who turned on his phone and placed it near the microphone
so everyone could hear the instructions, still they didn't know who was
the person who was doing the decision making for the visiting Mastro.
Well during the phone call, Romeo spread a spoonful of jam on the
top of his bassoon, they band member's stopped and looked at him, he began licking the jam off his bassoon, and one member committed, this is why we are not going to be selected, They became angry and one woman even cursed Romeo,(ironically her name was Juleit) that's
when the Mastro stopped the noises and quieted the crowd and asked them to be quiet, he asked the person who would make the decision to stand and render his finding,. After a moment, the tension was breathtaking, all looked around, and suspected each other, Romeo stood, and the woman told him to sit on his @ss, then he said you all passed, and left out.
I’m trying….
Struggling…..
To hold on
Grasp to what life I have left
To the remainder of my will
My strive to survive
Grip is loosening
My confidence is falling
Faith………..
The only thing keeping me afloat
Because sinking am I
In a sea of despair
Oceans of depression
My will is diminishing
Though I try to rebuild
Restructure….
Everything
Obstacles scorn my life
Yet, I maintain
Just barely
Optimistic I must be
Of the prosperity that awaits me
Hope…..
Remains alive,
But only through prayer
I must remember that while blessings are plentiful,
So are hardships
They must be endured to reach again
Contentment and happiness
Therefore….
Though I struggle
I hold fast to life
And am making it through-
Just barely……
Many have little faith and are part of a great heresy
what our Lord calls abominations they support with a full heart
Lawless behaviour has become the new normal everyday
it is hard to fathom the dept of this corruption displayed
only a handful will stand up for the truth to be told right
History is filled with similar stories told by saints and the Bible
the serpent is working on a cunning plan to restructure the family
sinful logic has no place in addressing God's art of creation
a mother is gendered when her womb becomes the cradle of life
Our worse sin is we have destroyed and betrayed ourselves
working within this darkness silently they pretend to serve the Light
Which is better or bitter without been in cool paints?
What will remembrance be like if there is no alphabets?
To memorise all thoughts would be very silly of sages
Or something else like the divinely blessed earth revelatory saints
What more would be the perfect ever glowing safe diskettes?
Enclosed tightly in a well framed document of many pages
Power to the deaf and relief to all who stammer
Its awesomeness has learned students unique ability to create writes
Of different kinds figured historical building the classes
Which keeps redirecting and reshaping human as it continuously hammer
On all ears the need to respect one another's rights
Its effects remain despite how soon each new generation passes
Thanks to the awesome 18 consonants that romance the vowels
What more diamonds are; digged deep all out from heart
Absorbing all the beautiful thoughts of minds like dry towels
And restructure its uniqueness into a pleasant and lovely art