Sometimes pains and oppression
Makes us doubt the process
Then we start asking questions
Where is God?
Forgetting he's the omnipresent
Why's he silent?
Forgetting he's the God of time
Don't he see what I'm going through?
Forgetting he's the God of actions not reaction.
But did you take your time
To ask yourself these questions
Am I communing with God
Am I walking in the paths of God
Am I not too desperate
Am I putting in the work
That will give me breakthrough?
Sometimes positioning matters
You need to align to be assigned
Realign to connect with the source
There won't be current flow
If the fuse is not plugged to the socket
You can't communicate
With who you're not in contact with
Work on your relationship with God
Stop being a hypocrite or charlatan.
Ghanaians are beating
The drum of shame
For Nigerians
Which they will later dance to
Calling Nigerians in Ghana
All sorts of names, due to some misunderstanding
Now they're promoting hate just because of mistakes.
Ghanaians are on the street
Creating scenarios
Nigerians the villains
Forgetting they triggered it
Forgetting what their Ghanaians
Are doing to Nigerians as well
No country without a foreigner
There are also foreigners here in Nigeria.
See Ghanaians on the streets pretending
They're perfect and absolutely innocent
Because of the acts and misconduct
Of few Nigerians in Ghana
Now they're protesting for disunity
Your mind is the greatest treasure, work on it
If we can't unite and live in
Oneness, peace and unity within ourselves
Who or where else!?... Let love lead us.
To to dummy that has been stealing my work
I have my original work saved on an usb
Stop rewriting and changing titles on my work
They always blame things on hackers, but this is an inside jobs
the truth is the truth,
Its time for this old patriarchial system to die
these covens will be done away with!
These are the toys you will need this year
It is 1959; my tv is near
Saturday morning, we’re watching cartoons
We all need perry puppet made of balloons
Mothers pick up their phones to order one
They are sold out, Christmas will not be so fun
Commercials convinced us kids in fifty-nine
Bending each eager innocent gullible mind
Commercials continue to work on me
Which is why I must turn off TV
on a hill lied a girl
separated from the world
as she wrote, her words would choke,
stuck somewhere inside her throat,
through gritted teeth her lyrics beat,
ate away at her sleep
so up she looked at the sky
to wonder why the stars still shine
do they not know her every crime,
if only she could close her eyes,
to her the world must be so blind,
she shoved a needle in her eye,
trying to change her given name
forgetting still it sounds the same
stuck inside this rotting brain
she prays one day this pain will fade
Did you ever work on a building site,
And push and pull with all of your might.
Then walk in mud up to your knee,
And whistle at every girl you see.
Did ever carry a hod on your shoulder,
Then trip over a blooming great boulder.
Watched a crane move a ton in one lift,
Then look over at the great pile of sand they've asked you to shift!
Love only work on faith
And faith give you write way
Everything depend upon true believe
Everything goes in proper shape
What you think about the emotion
Emotion give life to the vision
Life after touch new hike
Love make way for new rise
Touch of her give new hike
So go get ready for new rising day
And start your work with full faith
Love encourage emotions goes alive
Your believe in on me
Make me ready
To make your dream come true
My emotion want you back
Believe in me what I said
Rising sun also say
Move on root
Welcome the light
While you strong
You can touch any height
You say something through
Your shaped lips
I will grab your melodious theme
You are soul you are my life
I am calling you
Come in my life
Your beautiful cheer
Your lovely noise
Give me inspiration
To work on choice
Thank you God for finishing your work on me
I needed that
I wouldn’t know what are needed
Until you showed me the way
Who would ever know what are short-coming
Until the Grand Designer shows them to him/her
Lord so awesome God you are
For pointing the way
For leading the path
It has been a long road
But you got me through it
Thank you
A tricolored Rat Terrier
Is me, set apart, unique
Sporty, distinctive, serious
A breed that is antique
Bred to have high intelligence
Strong sense of smell, hunter
That sniffs out rats, chipmonks, squirrels
My owner's assister
I stand at a tree and show him
Where a squirrel has gone
Or stand at wall showing owner
Rat that he needs work on
Remembering Rocky
Who died a little over a year ago
Written: July 7, 2012
Sponsor: Tanya Harrinton
Contest: Dog Gone Tales
Rhyme using Poulter's Measure
Depression spills like milk on linoleum,
but there's no use crying over spilt milk.
Getting to Work on Time
By Elton Camp
The new boss told Joe, “One thing I do hate
And that is any employee coming in late.”
Joe carefully set his alarm clock each night
Being late to work would get him in a tight
But knew from the past that he might choose
To hit the time bar for a little bit more snooze
To makeup for the discipline that he lacks,
Joe used tape to install a row of thumbtacks
But the next morning when the alarm wails
He rams thumbtacks underneath his nails
The boss gave his damaged fingers a stare
Then asked himself if Joe should be there
But Joe merely gave him a sheepish grin
It seemed sometimes that he couldn’t win
I see her sitting center of that grey mattress
bare legs curled beneath, double checking my sheet:
a bare bulb cast a glow
on cob webs hanging down,
all around cicadas and crickets
chirp in the rustle of night life.
Sleepy and weepy I'm grateful
to be at her side again.
I cling to her words-
my lessons in dreams and persistance.
I see our lives revolving around
in a web of connections in patterns.
I see my choices and views,
their angles and reflections.
I see her faith and hope
of love to begin again.
And now I sit with my son before bed
legs curled beneath, double checking his sheet
and it is not his homework I see.
"You will surrender all your leaves or anger us again and feel our deadly freezing
rain upon your defiant flaming colours, your golden tatters flying helpless before
the slashing fingers of my winds!
All this temporary glory of yours will be trampled into the discouraged ground
while our triumphant crystalline voices breathe slogans into the sky which you
will never read!
Where we rule, nothing moves without our permission and our will is a howling
sub-zero wind in an eternal night.
Withdraw therefore strategically below the surface, close your frosted yes while
my tender, white, blanketing snow fills the nests of the panicked and escaping
birds, and a quiet multitude of creatures burrow among your powerful roots.
Further south, the constant warmth and feverish competition would only exhaust
you - nature down there is much too unruly and rebellious. You wouldn't like it,
believe me.
Hey, Maple Tree, never mind - you can always 'leave' in the spring. Haw. Haw."
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