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Albert E. Audi Poem
NO CONDEMNATION
Sometimes I wish I can play the anonymous, though
am not autonomous but I've got an anomalous result so far,
like a pilot things keep piling up, cares about where about still
I go on through the clove skies, trying to walk down this path with honour
but this shoes don't seem to fit,
trying to pay him back for his sacrifice, the prize for my fault but is so hard to
I ended up inventing new ways of betraying his love. Honestly,
I should be in the grave cause I deprive myself from living in his grace,
making effort to take off what's making me fall, I ended up like the other times fallen.
This guy keep disguising and anytime I try to round up on him I got tied up
thinking I can make myself better so I could attain his best again
I ended up the worse, like Peter I deny him the third time,
my heart is divided between a thousand cares been attuned to negative possibilities
any attempt to unmask the truth only makes my heart go fonder.
Now it's clear the purpose of his coming was to pay the cost for my sins,
but am just too blind to notice even though I can see,
in Christ there's hope for my hurt and rest from my burden,
I've got to follow him before I fall, the fact that I've got an idea does not mean am there,
I learned I can have Jesus peace if I don't have his piece,
and since he has prevail over the law and lost I'll be relief from my grief
cause he been realised from the grave.
The wages for my sins is pretty outrageous ah am so reckless,
how could I owe a doubt I could never be able to pay?
I fell from grace and still thought amidst that am still the same,
being enslave to the same punishing routines I've obeyed
instead of running to the cross, I cling to my emotion that's
taking me to a destination I literally hate,
dancing to the rhythm of a different drummer,
concern with the world and consumed in sin,
though they told me Jesus was hanged on the tree so my life could be turned up,
I weren't moved cause I didn't know the condemnation I deserve.
I need a cure for sin though as yet with its woes I strive beneath life crushing load,
casting away dreams of darkness mere word can explain,
I thought I can't continue fighting the losers fight since his York is light
I've got to come to the light,
the law couldn't save me in that is weak
though am very wrong I can't just carry on, am an alien I'll stay in the lines.
God looking for the lost found me, glad tidings of great joy he brought
this time around I won't hold anything back on living for the master
and I won't be bound by any tradition of old cause there won't be any definition if I deviated,
forever I'll show my appreciation by living his dreams cause he took my fall,
erase my past and freed me from the curse now I stand justified.
Thanks be unto God who's rich in grace and mercy through his sacrifice am qualified,
now anytime I try to fall am drowning in his ever unending grace
but then I've got to make a pact with my life never to be part of my past,
there's therefore now no condemnation unto me who's in Christ Jesus,
for the law of the spirit of life in Christ Jesus had made me free from the law of sin and death,
yeah I know grace is questionable but then I don't have the answers.
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Albert E. Audi Poem
STOLEN ILLUMINATION OF THE STAR
This journey has not been a fanciful adventure,
we're all settlers in these dynasty of neo-colonialism
united only by what divides us. Victims, yes
victims of civilized inducement,
terms of reference only apply to the proletarians.
Am not merely being irrational behind the scene we
have double standard, huge volumes of finger print
even the blind can see.
Not far too fast we live together but now,
now they looked down on US cause, unlike US
this folks acquired a taste for a different melody,
raining impunity in the guise of immunity such;
overt display of power used to be associated with
slavery but now, now the trade mark of the BIG BROTHERS.
Frail men with no emotional intelligence who built fences
taller than mount Everest.
The night is unusually long and my integrity will
not allow me to be perceive at this crooked system
that has continue to hurt our conscience,
I think the beginning of the conflict was capitalism,
though we lived in communities without common goal
wasting in estates, oh honourables without honours
preaching the ten commandment of development yet
dragging us into recession; gang raping our economy.
My peoples hope are kept half alive by the state charity
called the budget which merely introduces a touch
of faint breeze accompanied by mixed messages,
while we suffer collective amnesia; every year is
another sand castle, the legislatures flip through it pages
in an expression of esprit de corps with the executive
bathes in their own propaganda perhaps a tight-lipped
concentric circle of conspiracy.
We ran to this floating fortress caused all we ever wanted
is change, yes change now my comrades walking with
their head dangling over shrinking shadows
colonized by hunger and poverty, weary of being
without in the midst of plenty while our reps engage
in sophistry hoping to get a simple majority,
these crake in their armour became the gaping hole
in this fortress wall that was once home to us,
well maybe am looking at the concept of orthodoxy differently
perhaps I over exaggerated.
Our land held bound by this creatures of whim who seem
to walk in the delirium induced by common greed,
tearing down our walls as the walls of Jericho
with policies summersault, soaking us into ideologist
that were never part of our core values.
This harmattan wild-fire burns in every facade
like a stray girl but the mirror keeps in focus with
associative evidence, aided by dark hidden hands
acted by these black stars.
The judiciary have made abortive attempts in
her journey to freedom, while the last diagnosis
proved miscarriage of justice others result in still-birth.
These kleptocrats tend to mystify development
and still claim the government is for the people
when everything is behind close door,
attended only by members of the internal fracas,
yet I was told am the leader of tomorrow and now
I wander if am anywhere close,
perhaps is part of the poli-tricks to define hypocrisy
for democracy.
Even our activist are carrier freedom fighters
whose effort made a sabotage of our own mission,
alas this is no short than a well rehearsed choreography
of colours in deception. Over the years
the chief priest who held in trust, feast on the nations fortune
and still have the nerves to preach contentment,
in every constituency there is no consistency.
Our abattoirs are filled with native and foreign vultures,
while the butchers knife slash without mercy the national cake.
The psychological basis for this social contract was fair but
I really wander if the rules still applies.
Surely a case of an oppressed majority, all my homie got was
the minimum wage which can't satisfied a noble appetite,
I think no more explanation for the rage.
Amazingly this folks in their desperate political jig
to remain in power recycled themselves every four years,
while we listened in stunned silence as they engage in oral
acrobatic promising to change our notion into a nation;
mere rhetoric which excites our imaginations,
seduces us to believe in miracles,
we ran with deadly haste to the polls as this prospect
casted a dark shade over us and now we're casualties of
our own mischief laugh to scone by the sun and the august rain.
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Albert E. Audi Poem
LOVE IS......
Love is the greatest of all virtue;
is greater than anything you know is great,
bigger than better than biggest best,
richer than any natural resources,
deeper than the deepest of all oceans,
higher than mount Everest.
love is everything and equal to anything,
for nothing is stronger than it,
is the greatest force.
love is the character of divinity express in humanity;
emotion can create friendship but through love relationship can be establish,
love is the weapon of the strong.
love is all; it abilities are in-comprehensive and incalculable,
it boundaries are unlimited,
it potential 'are' inestimable,
many water cannot quench love neither can the flood drown it.
love is like a candle light which shines through the darkest
of night with bluest flame piecing through the thickest of moments
ready to accept everyone unconditionally.
love endures in patient, kindness and compassion,
is never nor ever will boils over with jealousy,
is not selfish/self seeking,
it does not keep record of ill,
neither is waiting for apology for fault committed,
it doesn't strut,
it doesn't celebrate injustice.
love is strong;
its hope are fade-less under all circumstance,
is joyful and confident toward all equally
without any negative expectation,
extravagant are its wishes,
I owe a debt to you, do you?
love is the medicine our world need today.
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MY HERO
This is a brand new truth so give me focus attention,
in spite of all I've been through life keep challenging me,
just realizing am on a sinking ship,
following folks in friendship hoping to get mentorship,
looking good but lack God,
saying I must be famous cause I've got friends but
soon I realized that they're fake,
living in falsehood for fun and since am not a fink I was fazed,
I had a flashback then I fall back,
I know am not fit to fight cause I fear failure and frustration.
I yell cause of their yammer yet
year after year I wander as though in yonder,
knowing am not getting any younger I when to Yankee
though I was told in new York people still live under yorks
even though they stand taller,
not long in life I realize that in London all things are not random.
I ploy to pardon all who wrong me while am still in the par-low,
right now there are so many people in my plan,
I've got too many stuff pile up under my plan pillow
but I don't worry cause am not in a hurry,
I need attention but not under tension cause I got good intension
just trying to get out from this detention,
in my determination to change
I've authorization to visit every nation for occasion,
but the publication introduce my profession for expedition
but am sure I'll make it even because of my makeup.
Anytime am on vacation I went deep into meditation ,
and my condition seem to have no solution,
but the reflections from my station explain my inspiration,
friends encouraged me to strive harder in other to get to the top,
they told me to keep on keeping on,
to them success is the constituted and consummated proof of hard work
so they give me space cause am special but deep inside me
I know that my life have no spare,
am not here to impress, but to influence cause am important to the game of life.
Not all who live in Kashmir have cash,
neither are all who live in Shanghai live high,
but is important to know that everything that doesn't have
proof will never make history,
we don't have to gather to go to Uganda but
you need focus to stay in front,
I leaned that in Sudan things don't happen suddenly
just last summer I was told that in Soweto people still sweat,
troubled be the recent happening I went to Shiloh to supplicate
cause life have been unfair,
before then I had to borrow some Milo that was measured in a Kilo just for the maro
but my faith is still small,
I could not fathom how I got to the bottom
but I did realize that every nation have a notion that motion it action.
I was driven by un-satisfaction to look for solution that'll last,
tired of trying, fed up with my past and worried about today and afraid of tomorrow,
my whole life was in a mess cause I missed the man Jesus,
while in the temple I hear the priest saying you'll triumph in Christ
when he's the healer every cause is cure,
he said the Son came to pay the sum,
I can afford to waste my minute ,
I don't even know my limit,
as it is I don't have any option left so I went for the catch but with no cash,
the search scratch me but am not scared ,
I was told He will deliver me form destruction so I desire divinity
and with determination am careful not to be deceived though
I came with scares but am not shy,
I accept to confess him Jesus and ever since everything's new
now I've the real copy cause am made in his image ,
I've since stop chasing after shadow cause I've got substance to live by now,
I don't gamble, grumble, tumble cause am humble
and therefore I can't be scramble,
I got a saviour who knew my fault but still never let me down,
he's the one who knew my worst but still love me the most
check his profile it'll profit you,
I've got Jesus in my mirror and guise what? he's MY HERO
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Albert E. Audi Poem
LOCKED UP
Not an ordinary day in a garden where nature smiles at us,
canopied with the blue sky, the flowers in their autumn beauty
with the freshest hue. lulled by the infinite scent of nature,
melodies from unschooled professionals echo above
as the evening breeze gently touches us.
Not far apart is an queen enclose in her gentle rain.
I gaze admiringly totally engulfed, unlike the ones on my rear view
this one tickle my fancy making me want to live in the moment forever,
her face shone as though with the rising sun in an atmosphere
of gilts and glamour, this thick aura of love that have engulfed us drown every fear.
Her eyes filled with wanders fore-tale of the world here after.
her laughs massage's my ego in many unpredictable ways
On that day every wise man have an intuition,
I slouch in her ambush in sweet surrender,
cooee on her she responded with a yes looking at her
I die from the infectious shy smiles and blissful radiance
beaming from her, refreshing more than the mountain dew, i felt like am in a conquered territory.
Something in her eyes make me want to lose myself into her arms,
I only come to realize she's lonely when I did.
I stand heavily burden with love in my heart smiling but
blinded with an invisible tears, suffocating under the heat of heart break
from the tears of yesterday fanning again the embers of love.
We walk down the gleeful street beside the crystal water fall,
where the waves cares the shore lines.
Been described by birds with broken wings as a wrong match
involve in the game of fools but not been exposed to western mischief
we raid on; dancing to the undertone music in our hearts.
Her voice bring me up to speed to act on the script of predestination,
thought I should run my pen through her but
well began is half done am still a prisoner of all I saw
looked up in the confine of love but yet still free.
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The gunman secures by his concealed identity
shrouded in mystery, shadows lurking out of sight
kills, by order, greed, and convenience.
With blood-stained conscious
Our land Sliding into anarchy, becoming a boiling cauldron
But where is the unknown gunman from?
Every time he showed up spending noisy hours,
he left unscathed perhaps the cries of the victims
couldn’t rouse the night watch men from their slumber,
honestly, they must have been tired.
After all our leaders only condemn such act
and as good citizens we weren’t expecting more.
Our leaders tiptoe and mewed
oh, the fear is potent. it’s a cold war but who’s after us?
Here, crimes can be control except that of the unknown gunmen
Amid the deep smoke from his firearm
Many lives brought to their unexpected end,
Maybe these gunmen are not truly unknown.
Since the impart of the state are rarely felt
the government remain unknown by most citizens
probably they’re all unknown,
the decimation of the night watch men is a flight into anarchy,
once violence is allowed to sit,
it cannot be ordered to leave.
while officials rehash old press releases
with misguided rhetoric, daily doses of media reports
on activities of the unknown gunmen are relentless.
With many federating units like the polygamous home of an African king,
justice, equity, and fair play should be central place
only then can we raise and dust ourselves to face the future which is now.
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Albert E. Audi Poem
STILL KICKING
I've got this smile on my face,
tears rolling down my check, but I ant apologetic about it,
not bluffing though I hear buzzing sounds, being very busy I remain unhinge,
can't be knock off balance though through distractions the enemy
tried to lay sigh via smoky screens, I'll still stay here to slough it out till the end.
I know you need attention, time to be together with
but hey man am sorry meet me there if you can,
though the strides if my steps sliding,
being slice up like a broken glass now my face squeezing
but men I ant frowning.
Hearing the heaves on my chest,
felling like am losing though am still in front,
floating on forming waters
not certain whether I'll make it to the end cause is getting darker by the day
nothing worse than this black cloud above my head.
like a bubble gum pooping I felt so expose, fallen many times
but I've got to stand up and try a new approach cause is not over,
so I roll up my sleeves, whoa, blow off the dust,
feeling the fire on my heels but an not about to kneel
cause the big concern blazing on my chest,
I'll keep moving, following the footprint of the one with the blue print,
not slacken my grips nay, can't fail now cause I've got you'll on my mind
and I know you're watching. Certainly I'll have change in the midst of this ugly split, regardless of how it goes down life goes on,
feeling like am starting all over yeah no doubt
but am counting on the fact that God is faithful,
though am clever, I'll never be under the fever to think I'll succeed someday;
my time is now.
Reminiscing on the journey so far I confess,
am the designer of my own path,
making spotless decision is my predictable routine,
Jehovah has turned my life over
and now am unashamed cause his blood has wash away all my sins.
Am super turned up,
God did not consider my errors I guise that's why some folks are jealous,
I'll keep on though my feet's heavy my mind stayed on winning
everything regardless am still kicking you know it's time for kinging,
if you're following am still leading,
hearing yelling's behind but I stand tall I ant bragging,
you all know it am all out for the best, can't be frazzle
still kicking with my dudes, and guise what they're all tripping.
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Albert E. Audi Poem
Let there be light lights,
beneath the intricate furl,
the first to be created; light
colored, attractively beautify,
exposing all thing to every situation; these light
travelling with speed unimaginable
even darkness can't comprehend.
The light of all lights which lighted up darkness
as we contemplate we're change to the same image; light
without borders we reign everywhere.
These light lead in the path of righteousness
collapses to a single location this year
unlike in the days of ignorance when we
believe in perspective truth
now, now we got direction.
Our eyes flooded with light,
our path leading to luminous efficacy
emitting spontaneously glory
even our deflection bring blessing
when the world is in calculated contradiction confusion,
blinded by the god of this world,
upon us had the light shined.
These aesthetic effect gives us enhance appearances
bringing us to a general luminance level
and glorified radiance with superior approximation,
greater light enough to change any tale
rewriting again with lights our victories this year
we'll no longer be guided by the assumptions of darkness
for our light had come revealing in us Gods glory
shedding all over, transmitting spatial trans-formational info,
the good news of the father of light.
Burning and shining even in regions unknown
our path illuminated
our dream crystallized by new perspective
our focus redefine by these light
which came in his word by this hybrid resolution
we create colors through light therapy
welcome to the lights.
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VOICE OF PEACE
Why oh why is our streets desolate?
Different sounds of stray guns
replacing the jubilant noise of children,
turning our borders into theaters of war.
We walk with the wrong conviction,
obviously the blame game only open us to a world of pain,
sure you took after the fall and can't see what's in front,
what does it take to love? war has a price tag.
Why are thou beset with gloom since thou sleekest dome?
you'll reap only what you sow, memories,
memories of old tombs keep bombing up
before your very eyes,
death bodies across the road as though wanting to tell us
to stop, please they beg, stop.
The heat of improvisations crushing on lifeless bodies.
Voices of children and women is heard afar off
crying for the living while
men died abruptly without last words.
We yearn to return home oh! home the place of our birth
why are thou frown with a disfiguring smile?
we left without a notice not knowing where to go
losing possession of our soul.
I hear the enemies of life saying; let's give these folks guns
and watch them destroy themselves since
they're all victims of hate and hurts, yes
you're anxious I can see everybody getting ready for warfare
but don't you know war is not fair?
is full of woes who can stand it stings?
Revenge is the method you're told to keep the weapon close,
tolerant is not the closest option so you resolve to this insanity
if negotiation can't keep peace then neither will war
you belong you each other and is high time you learn to live
together as brothers or die as fools.
certainly you're out to impress with colors
painting on empty surfaces with the hope of amusing some blind
spectators acting on a script but I really wander is it really worth
it?
We may give a blind look to the blood of those innocent folks
but we can't deny the fact the we do not fight the enemy,
we fought ourselves, and the enemy was in us.
The war is over now but it'll always be there for the rest of our
days losing possession of our souls to fading realities,
be that as it may those of us who made it through have an
obligation to raise and rebuild again the broken walls
but only God can mend our (broken) hearts
to teach others what we know, although,
the scars of yesterday still throbbing in our memories,
life is beautiful I guess you also want to live,
peace has her victories more renown than war.
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In the dark of night,
A star was shining bright,
A guiding light to all,
A beacon through the fall.
But one fateful night,
The star was out of sight,
For a thief had come to steal,
The light that made us feel.
No longer could we see,
The path that lay ahead,
Without the stolen star,
We felt lost, alone, and dead.
But hope was not yet lost,
For we knew we could rebuild,
The stolen illumination,
And once again be filled.
So we searched the night,
And worked with all our might,
To bring back the light,
And banish the thief from sight.
And when the star returned,
Our hearts with joy burned,
For the stolen illumination,
Was now ours to reclaim.
So, let this be a lesson,
To all who may stray,
The light of a star,
Is something to keep, not take away.
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