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God Is Everywhere

God is in the wind
Spirits of eagles flying high
Soars by with angels’ might

God is in the trees
His blood flow through their veins
Nourishing green leafs

God is in the sun
His divine rays heat the earth’s womb
Seeds sprout from shun ground

Gleaming glory of hope
Over all dominions He rules
Divine Guiding Moon

Copyright © Martin Kamho | Year Posted 2010



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Protect Me From the Beast

Protect me from the beast
It feeds on mortals in the south, north, west and the east
Its putrid-rotten breath, smells of decayed ancient death

In the late hours of the night
When you are asleep
Onto your bed, it silently creeps

It looks into your heart
It sees beyond what human hearts hold
It stares deep into your soul

It smells what you feel
Its only emotion is Kill
It rips human spirits, at will

Its heathen claw
Into your fleshly chest, it crawls
It takes your heart and devours it raw

It savors your sweet-bitter blood
As it licks its decayed puss-covered lips
The taste of your blood makes its iniquitous desires come forth with a flood

It peers into your eyes
It sees all your flaws
It heinously smiles, as it watches your warm blood drip to the floor

Copyright © Martin Kamho | Year Posted 2010

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Under the Hand of Jah

My ponderous thoughts make me so breathless
                          Could it be the reason for me to be so listless?
                                  Is that why my mind is so malicious
     	 Is that why dark spirits find the depths of my heart such an
                                                    idyllic haven               
       But the velvet haze soothes my inner beast and comes to my rescue
      Makes me hatch from my shell and start to view life in clarity with all its 		
			       prosperity
                                 It bleeds me dry of all my evil thoughts
                                  Feeds my soul with a purposeful cause
                   Wise men of Judah appear and fill my mind with reason
             Angels descend through the sweet thick fog above the horizon   
                       As I hold hands & dance with the angels of heaven
             My soul twirls inside my body as we float up into the heavens
        They guide me upwards into the night-sky with hands as soft as linen
            They charade through the clouds & my spirit feels like singing
     Smoke billowing in the moonlight above the clouds while below the rain 		
			         drizzles
           The sky quenching the dry arid crusty earth with its pure liquid 		
			         crystals    
                                     Makes me sprout from my seed and
                                                      Forever grow

Copyright © Martin Kamho | Year Posted 2010

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Its Just Paper

Many seeking it have perished
Over all things, hearts of millions cherish
Nations of immense greed, innocent beings they have buried
Evil buds from its roots, for it, babies have been banished
You have the power; don’t let your soul be tarnished

Copyright © Martin Kamho | Year Posted 2010

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The Fleeting Shadow

The fleeting shadow 
Lurks in the dark murky meadows
It watches in the distance
At the walking figure 
Of a lonely fellow
The young fellow hinds his steps
As he smells the putrid odor
Of ancient death
As old as the vindictive serpent
He is the vagrant dead one
It was born in the Land 
Between Rivers
It peers into the young fellow’s soul
And makes his spine quiver
But the fellow knows of the ether
And it’s Divine Creator
He has studied the sacred writings
Knows of the Almighty Power
That can strike you down like lightning
He knows of a heavenly brimstone fire
That consumes all evil
Of those that speak with evil tongues
The Breath of Life
Will abandon their lungs
The young fellow casts his head down
And whispers a prayer
He had learnt form the great scriptures
A majestic angel appears 
Carrying a bejeweled scepter
And walks beside the lonely fellow
As he walks out of the dark murky meadows
The lurking shadow flees
At the sight of the angel’s 
Golden halo

Copyright © Martin Kamho | Year Posted 2010




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