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Suddenly we appear
On a land with tinctured atmosphere
The cross, the moon and star
A sovereign state more ethnical than wazobia
A smooth and broad path before us
Hungry for our feet to break the hush
Alas the road becomes starved
With thorns and thistles upwardly breaking its soil
Like the ape, bigotry evolves
Extremist in every nook and cranny
Untamed by the scepter and khaki
Callously murdering people in cold blood
Enemies of peace lurking around
Refusing to walk in the path of love
Killing people with façade of hide and skin
The unpunished traitors of love and nationalism
Dedicated to those who lost their lives in Southern Kaduna massacre
YEMI AFO (2017)
I remember holding you,
ever so closely.
I remember loving you
ever so slowly.
I seem to have savored
the taste.
In my mind I often
retrace.
I can think of nothing but
that day.
You left me in a state
of disarray.
It seemed so damn easy
for you.
You went away
and withdrew.
My family up and
vanished.
In Your world I was
banished.
I was nothing more than
A pitstop.
You held my heart,
you let It drop.
I still deal with all
the damage.
You see I was left with
A disadvantage.
Three years later the smoke,
It is still thick.
That was a foul calculated
mean Trick.
I still feel it in every cell
of my body.
In my world, it's ice-cold
and foggy.
I now see that you
Never Loved me.
To your lock, I was
A temporary key.
Turbo1904 ?
Here I am..Imperfect Lord..' So many mistakes.' Yet i am
Created in your image.' That must be an eventual stage?
I must consider.' What is holy.? Is it a pure intention.? Or
The deposit on holyness..? I confess i do not know the answer.' I have put myself under judgement in the past.' And i did see or realise a result.' Being informed of your appearance to that pastor.' As a matter of fact two people
The other a man by the name of Adrian Gilbert.. An author
And astronomer.' So I know you wish to be with us.' Yet i
Still have fear Lord.. I overthink.' I do hunger and thirst for
Righteousness.' In my un-righteous state.' I still recall bad
Things..I still have anger and dismissivness.' I know I should not.' Help me overcome this.' I do try to be very carefull in my writing to re flect the truth.' Or as much as
Can be known.' I have tried to remove the delusions of
The world superimposed upon me or us.? That being an
Impersonal address.' So yes Lord i accept you are all knowing.' I accept I need the life only you (have to offer)
I ask to be forever reconciled to you.' Through the blood
Of Jesus your begotton son.' I ask the Holy Spirit be Witness to my wish.'
Winters methodology
Along the Pitt river banks, I sometimes go.
Watching the murky waters move so slow.
This river that rolls on, in different direction
as I sit, contemplating this world of reflections.
There – in these tranquil silences – permeated
by sounds of creatures, Mother Nature, has created.
Their life’s songs – many ~ diverse – pierce my ear
as life flows by, in the blink of an eye, and I hear
ducks, snapping out their tunes, quacking,
geese, honking their horns - irritating
bees that are humming in their buzzing,
man made noises disturbing the air – frustrating !
A breeze whistles tenderly among the trees,
it’s song rustling, shaking, blowing, removing leaves,
leaves, magically, butterflies, fluttering around,
- in multi coloured wings – and around, coming down
to let us know, – as they touch the ground –
predicting death / change of, and the decay
of, as fall surly brings winter on its way.
It being the harbinger of life’s changes, it’s all around
telling us, it’s so, as it goes on with little sound,
as we see answers to questions we have yet found
the wisdom, the courage to acknowledge or state
as we see - but never hear – as our only fate.
Food for thought !, as we become food for this universe.
Food for thought !, that brings me to the end of this verse
and to one day, have a short or long ride in a hearse
after fate, life, karma, humanity and me have done our worst.
B. J. “A” 2
October 2nd 2004
Wanderer yet of my first lighthouse the eternal shining darkness,
Of the pupil candlestick flicker of light your serene turbulent skin,
Still in place in place the same place let basil rise from aerial roots,
From card game read in a pail by a blind fortune-teller seer.
Who chilled me with her thought of statesman without majestic power,
Not too big not too small good to put there chic in arranged disorder,
Two palms long of wide below navel of corrected correct integuments,
Feelings slow as frozen lightning slight erythema without frightful shiver.
Of my patent hidden loves perpetual mobile repeated stopped,
Your lighthouses blind with black light in the candlestick pupil that sees blindness,
The basil rises burying itself in place without motion that runs forever,
The blind fortune-teller reads the past future in the unwritten books of fate.
The statesman without state rules the lost empire of full nothingness,
The wide narrow palms measure the distance between near and never,
The corrected integuments are perfect in their healthy imperfection,
The shiver-less erythema burns my skin with warm cold emotional ice.
Your serene skin storms my calm in the ordered chaos of the body,
Flicker of dark light ignites the shadows that illuminate my night,
The card game guessed wrong reveals the lie truth of our fate,
The repeated loves perpetually stop in their static dynamic motion.
Wandering in place I travel motionless through the fixed universe of your drift,
Your blind lighthouses show me the lost path toward nowhere precisely everything,
In the cosmic navel of the immense small I plant the basil that dies-alive,
I am the extinguished lit candlestick in the luminous darkness of your solar pupil.
The Poison, our kind seeks but rarely finds
We try to escape its consequences yet
We are always beguiled by its strong essence and state of mind
Protected by laws and rules set by Society
Atrocious, wicked Society concealed under principles and convention
Watching every step with a keen eye like a lion watching a feeble fawn
Waiting for the right moment to strike
Society is yet another quadruped, a toxic weapon, an envious bully
Annihilating anyone that dares to cross its Constitution
Despite this, rises upon us the Bold with lethal sword
Bloodily assassinating any contractions… and declares himself leader
Only then Society bows to the victorious
It’s a conspiracy; it’s a Fantasy, or perhaps a delusion
All which I know I’m Poisoned with no antidote
Moses was set adrift on the Nile in bulrushes,
The freedom fighter had encounters with God,
And trembled at the sight of the burning bushes
Mountains quake, earth trembles, heaven is a flood.
With rain, thunder peals, and the lightning flashes,
Exodus begins with the terrors of Gods wrath,
The storm in converse, moving to battle marches
End the endless servitudes that deny good health.
God is a deliverer, the most daring commander,
Write the laws for generations to understand.
Hear children crying from far, and draws nearer
In the clouds going by crossing the burning sand.
Echoes of the storm warning through retribution,
After enduring advice with death and curse strife,
The end of grief made the brief choice of freedom,
A Passover for angels to hand out generous relief.
Ten terrible plagues did not cleanse their mild faith,
Only approves of pride where arduous sin survives,
Stubborn and steep, the rank street stank with death,
Sweeping aside the familiar and magical voices.
Exodus, going out of one mess into another wilderness,
To Mount Sinai, memories made the hardship escape,
When tabernacle blesses, holy war rebellion possesses
The ten commandments people’s mind could not keep.
Troops scattering and stumbling off their feet,
Fall upon civil heaps into the deep trampling waves,
Pharaoh’s host would lie silent forever in defeat,
Piled up at the bottom of the trackless seas.
Turn of events snatch away the cruel margin of duty,
Rest for the weary, in the land Moses never knew,
The wandering warriors finished foreign captivity
And after forty years the pleasant land was in view.
Conclusion, salvation is Gods promise blessing
Hope for the future that our offspring may inherit,
Egypt was left empty, the perils of a world becoming
A weaker state of humanity than Eden exhibit.
Solomon possessed a gift
'Wisdom' was her name
He courted her most graciously
And soon her sisters came.
When 'understanding' raised her head
Solomon was there
And wisely let her lead the way
To things both rich and rare.
'Knowledge' seemed a burden
She was so vast and wide
He shared her with his heads of state
And all were satisfied.
'Discernment' spoke so softly
Sometimes t'was hard to hear
Her words were like the finest gold
T'was wise to keep her close; he held her very dear.
'Healing' caught him by surprise
She just showed up one day
"Because you sought the kingdom first
I'm yours, your gift to stay."
Diverse was she who 'speaks in tongues'
But Solomon was wise
And all that she revealed to him
He quickly analyzed.
The last to come was 'Prophecy'
In visions sure and true
And dreams of futuristic things
She showed him all things new.
"These seven gifts," said Solomon
Have answered all my 'whys'
What looked to me like vanity
I see with better eyes.
RETA PRUITT
August 29, 2016
Some people say the world is round, some say the world is flat.
But once the truth is learned of it, what's gonna be done with that.
Will the knowledge make a difference to the state the world is in?
If so, why not simply tell us just how and where to begin?
Will it give us a direction to go or an idea of where to run?
A place to hide and shield ourselves until the fighting's done.
What about the water to drink and food to feed our young?
To know of this, Will it help to decide which people to be among?
What's the point of who's facing right or left, upward or looking down?
As of now no matter the direction I turn, my feet are on the ground.
There's so many more important and urgent issues to decide.
This "MUST" a be topic of concern of those with time to bide.
Not to undermine, there must be a secret to this somehow... somewhere.
Because there are people out here making bombs that are nuclear!!!
I’ll sing you dream songs
that last as long as the hills
but know this my love
it’s fullness IS
the striving of our wills
Against the darkness
that has crept stealthily
into the hearts of man
I cannot describe
this latent longing
to rest mine eyes
upon the faces of my joy
to stay there reticent
upon the turn of your gaze
Soft sentience gathers
like a cloak of gauze
to be not disaffected by
the backs of those who consume
the refuse of worthlessness
and despise excellencies
but prefer the violations of every
virtue , whose villainy
is unconcealed on any level
considered the character
OF MAN
Salacious , drooling compounded
with the Sophistry of sophistication
Supercilious in their vanities
as rottenness to a tree
Nay , but here I seek
a palate for the delicacy
yielding tender fruit
so desirable as it’s fleeting
from a world gone course
that swallows any thoughts
of pursuing a nature
whose potency can be clearly seen
I defy your erosions
corrosion of thought and deeds
whose love is less than
rutting animals
I decry your mogul media
your grand theatrics
I have divorced you
to pursue a finer thought
I’ll pass you on the street
you will have my hello
but don’t expect to drag me
to your peers whose
consciousness is gone
even in the daytime
I will , my time
with the quality , geniality
of thoughts vibrant
of the orchestral heights
and cast your lows
into some other state
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