Cognitive decline
follows chronic emotional neglect
Said the curious student
to teachers of dogma
Said the silenced sage
to muted musicians
Said the silenced voice
to the petrified dancer
Said the theologian
to exhausted bodhisattvas
Said the frustrated ecologist
to traumatized wiccan worshippers
Said the gospel sympathizer
to Old Testament victimizers
Said the scientific systems reformer
to irreligious deformers
Said the green-caste revivalist
to the caste abolishionist
Crown chakra abuse
follows root chakra neglect
because
Root chakra ignore
follows Crown chakra adore
Because my cognitive ethos decline
follows our chronically traumatized
eros neglect
As my disillusion
follows Earth's disempowerment
Re-cognizing humane ethotic decline
follows chronic divine erotic neglect
Not empowering transformation
not enlightening communication's
authentically engaging restoration
Intellectually sagacious incline
following polyamorously amusing
compassion.
Wickedness can’t be defined
One can’t define when one commits
Source of the mind
Corruption established
No Mercy nor pity
Evil darkness having a purpose
Destruction in being eliminated
Evil in the eyes
Mad counted on disturbed theory
Explanation having no answers
Aspect to follow
No trace on set course
Deceit in the heart
Evidence of wounds expressed in the antecedents
Hell’s fury in the conquest
Chaos floored
Once upon never
Good having no place
Evil on and Evil out
Beware and watch your back mold.
I have seen a lot in this life,
The only thing I haven't seen is that which doesn't exist,
I have seen a lot in this life,
That which my mouth cannot explain.
Tell us what you saw Mr. Stephen,
What is it you saw that Troubles you,
Did you see the rainbow or seven colours of madness,
Tell us Mr. Ekemezie what exactly you saw?
I saw people I saw inhumanity,
I saw heartlessness in-love with wickedness,
I saw bitterness wedding greediness,
Callousness came to the wedding wearing injustice.
I saw evil ruling the universe,
Anger, dishonesty and falsehood are there with her,
I saw a sick earth where everything goes,
A world full of oppression and strife,
No humanity at all which keeps me speechlessly mouthless.
“I’d rather love a million times and have my heart broken every time, than hold a permanently empty heart forever.” –H.C. Paye
...........................................................
Pure wickedness sets you apart,
Meanwhile, true love you led me to assume.
You purposefully broke my heart,
Leaving my vases filled with wilted blooms.
Yet I deter not; my heart lives to love,
Through many heartbreaks, still I'm strong.
I handle all pain with a gentle glove,
And confront every fear headlong.
The more the grief, the more I'll care,
Your stare can't scare me from loving again,
Only true love can wipe each tear,
New love's insight freed my heart of your pain.
My heart will never be devoid of zest,
For love always brings warmth to me,
From the ruins of your love, joy I'll wrest,
So the sadness you left will flee.
God so good, true love I have found ~
a feeling I'd never before now felt,
a joy that leaves my heart spellbound,
And makes all my aches completely melt.
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A paradox reigns, in endless sway,
The good perish, while the wicked thrive,
In this land, where virtue's brief, and vice survives.
Patriots fall, like autumn's leaves,
Assassinated, poisoned, for their noble deeds,
Their voices silenced, before their time,
As darkness feeds on justice's prime.
Bola Ige, Barnabas Igwe, Marshall Harry too,
Ogbonnaya Uche, Ken Saro-Wiwa, and more, anew,
Their memories linger, like a mournful sigh,
As tyranny's grip tightens, and hope says goodbye.
Gen. Aguiyi Ironsi, Gen. Murtala Muhammed, fell,
Their legacies lost, in a tragic spell,
For how long shall the good people die?
When will justice dawn, and tyranny's night pass by?
You shirk the weight of parenthood's call,
leaving your children to wither, unfed.
Are you a father, or mere specter of one?
A mother, or just a shadow that's gone?
While others nurture, educate, and guide,
you abandon your own to fate's tide.
Your concern lies with outsiders, it seems,
while your kin suffer, and your legacy beams.
The children you forsook, the partner you left,
will rise to greatness, despite the neglect.
Will you claim pride in their future fame?
Seek praise for years of absence, and hollow claims?
Awaken to your duties, and seize the day,
for the future beckons, and will not stray.
Spiritual Wickedness
(in high places is calling the shots)
Miracle Man
2/19/2024
I've never heard, a Christians life would be easy,
I haven't been immune to life’s unpleasant things.
Trials and problems have always made me feel queasy,
but I'm learning to adapt to what each day brings.
Many try serving God with worldly things hidden,
with Spiritual Wickedness setting the pace.
Then are found without power to do His bidden,
those in this condition, God will surely abase.
“If God isn’t the center, man will not enter”
Wicked man suffers
more from his own wickedness
than the ones who suffer from his
wickedness.
Halt, halt,
Give Lust your hands, but NOT your hearts,
For when they hover around you,
You are an imminent carcass,
Loitering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly and grasshopper combined.
The sight of her should trigger alarum bell in every wise man,
They waste your time,
They waste your money,
Sup your energy and
get you into trouble.
Like a bubonic plague,
Spreading devastating virus,
As a butterfly, pollinating;
With the juice supped,
They flutter away
Seeking other juicy flowers in the circle of moral doom.
Refrain from the hype of chauvinistic egotism when lust ignites,
For another trial may certify your demise,
No wonder, they are called Women
For many are the woes of most men
the weaver of hatred heart
the weaver of vengeance mind
the schemer of difficulties in life
never feels peace inside though outside is gorgeous,
never sleeps dreamy at night though outside full of flowery bed
never lives friendly at day though outside have many accomplice
transient
all are transient !
27.07.2020 Chattogram
In this vast ocean of delinquent bawd,
loose malefactors stood in ambuscade.
to assuage the fiery zeal of pilgrims
through the path of the pits into the dungeon,
to quench the light of true life.
They allure through facade of a putrid clay,
and conceal the serpent in their thighs;
to seduce the Nazarites on a mission.
Oh Samson, “the philistines are upon thee”
though Delilah conspired with demons for this fall,
one from the camp, beckons a prey and the gang of marauders readily,
makes a mockery of true strength.
The enemy from the bedroom.
Puts a dagger in his heart
assigned mandate of diabolos
Hell hath them many walking the earth
disguised spirits in human flesh.
sapping strengths from precious souls.
squashing the destinies of valiant men.
at whose bidding dost thou fly?
Look around thee
look within thee
look above thee
who art thou?
as fire would consume one's home
so
wickedness shall ravage one's soul
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 APRIL 2020
wickedness,
press
of beast grace!
-20/11/19 CTG, BD
Written: by Miracle Man
11-11-2019
In a nefarious world such as we are now living,
We vote for wicked things making them lawful.
More are now takers than are those giving,
And the end result, is apt to be something awful.
We’re being deceived by all this Socialist thinking,
Making things legal isn’t synonymous with right.
Professing fallacies, they stand before us, unblinking,
It’s time for believers to stand in the gap, and fight.
Then when all has been destroyed, both good and bad,
And facing God’s judgment many will beg and plead.
God the father, Jesus, and Holy Spirit are the triad,
And God, from the books, will their odious works read.
Poem of the day 11-18-2019
Quaint Inanity.
Sometimes ago I'd thought of the idiosyncratic Shenanigans our politicians employed in declaring their manifesto. They're quite rapscallions.
Exhibiting hoity-toities during their declarations of flapdoodle, they
Tune their cozenage to the rhythm
Of rascality.
And you see kaleidoscopic legs picking
The nimbus of the elfin music.
And they're swayed into cotillion till their Fela* commute to dirge.
18:07:23:18:52
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