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A New Beginning
The old licked my past
Tasted it sour and soared
Past is fast
Deranging the palms that hold unto it
Burying every second, dead!
Fades smooth to wrinkle
Together to single
The alone to mingle
It leaves in notion without notice
Comes in motion with motive
Delectable is the able
Slithering is the Vicious
Seeping is their acid
You are a wonderer but a wonder!
Don’t stop dreaming not deeming
Even as the walls of your sleep are painted coal
Don’t stop respiring
Even as the cold twitches your endeavours to sneeze
Lift up from this wheeze
Time has taken ages from us;
Last year has joined the graved ones
Before you is everything you ever wanted.
Moments to make every second count
Clothe it and make it yours;
It is still a New Year!
#Don’tStopDreaming
#Keeponkeepingon
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Ready?
I felt my heart ejaculate
blood
As it starts to elaborate
flood
at how royals munch dung and smile a tainted tooth.
Vision; nocturnal like a moth but a sloth it deems. We crave the dust and thrust its lust.
The protagonists of our novellas but made villains of a tragedy
O’ man! can you hear Heaven’s antique gates creak an opening? Can you hear an indistinct chatter within its walls?
For the stables of heaven neighs its muse; ready to gallop the clouds into this grotesque that binds us.
The horns and lyre pitch an arrival.
Foot of divine soldiers patter a revival
To dilapidate the fuss and muss wearing our spine
Told and tolled this beckon is His revelation unto us. This is etched to crease and grease the borders of our soul. To build a citadel attracting His gaze and retracting the feet of the fleet.
It’s not too late but it might be too late because He’s almost here!
Ready,already?
#Noworlater
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Oh, my!
Contractile is frail
And the hare in you moves a snail
Don’t untangle the trail
Cos you were not won to fail
If challenges abase you to jail
Seek Him a letter to His mail
He will revert you a bail
And thrust the jailer to nail
Be a follower; a wagging tail
And find formidability on His rail
So you won’t prostrate to a wail
But procreate to vail
Erect your pail
To be pervaded from ail
Then thunder will clap to your hail
And sunshine; your gail.
#CherryMerry
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Thing things
You use dirt to clean up
Sleep a dreamer
And kill the knight in the night
I can taste your lies
Pain and plunge your tries
Crunch your dries
You are bald like the moon
As lonely as midnight
Filled with mysteries
Breath ticks a thick
Your leap is a dip
Nuding a salute
O’count the sands
Quench the stars
And make the sun feel cold
Your blank is filled.
Trying to embrace water in the bed of my palms
I realised your reception is deception.
#Watchout!
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M.O.E
Its uniqueness is known
Serves as a canvas for printed art which depicts the roots of its inception
Created by man but crowns man
We gave life to it but seek life from it
It is what most men breathe for
Feed their lungs with
And sometimes crush their spirits with
To own; is an amazing feel !!!!
To lack; is a depriving deal !
Most worn out their worth just to have their tongue taste its saltiness
It is sweet!
Much secured than the strongest muscle
It is power!
It denatures and natures
It heals and aches us
It is swift
You can have it in a wish and loose it in a swish
It is good.
Cultivate and sow your gift well, so your harvest of it will be plentiful
Put back into the soil what you have of it so you will be able to hold the future
In your seek for it, don’t use the bleak.
Use it to make hearts beat of the joyous
Live with it; with wisdom
M.O.E (Medium of Exchange)
#It
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The Constellation
Tiny specs of glimmer
Illustrated Across the bridges of the horizon
An ambitious display
Burns a million heart
It decorates the night
Tales the fairy
Tears the stonehearted
Sights the visionless
Makes dark sleep with envy
Draws love from the wells of pain
Splendours the tattered
Uncountable
Untouchable
Fortune that can’t be kept
Can only be admired
Its a stare at elegance
Navigates the blind
Journeys the traveller
An experience
An artwork by The Genius
Display of creativity
A decorative arrangement indeed!
#letyourlightshine
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The Lonely Road
A: I need to run not walk, what i am offering to you is not talk
B: I see the light in your eyes illuminate your purpose route like a headlight
A: I can also feel the capacity for rapid motion as my emotion is affecting my rate of action.
B: Yes you can!
A: There shall be no omission of the mission in my heart and the vision in my sight
B: Exactly!
A: But…..
B: But…????
A: The road is quiet and lonely
B: Do you need me to stretch out myself as a hand to you?
A: No! You will decrease the increase of my run
B: But I can offer you a flight better than a sprint
A: Mmm……
B: You can’t speed the race before you, even as the space you set your pace on has a texture that lacks friction
A: I….
B: I ! I ! I will make your way free from loneliness and establish you at the apex of your aspiration.
I am The One of Awesome wonders.
Trust me on this lonely road.
#Destination
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Empty
The sun is in need of a shine
The air is gasping for breath
The mind is in search of a thought
Sleep cannot dream
The eye is looking for a vision
The tongue is divorced from taste
The ear has an impotence of sound
Echoing can’t find a space
The heart is off its rhythm
The sea is thirsty for water
The land has no ground
Money can’t make an exchange
The rain is dry
The desert has no sand
This world is EMPTY
#OnlyJesusCanFillYoursUp
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It is well
My tears have a story
It’s pain perceives glory
Even as my eyes look into the skies to seek a cloud of hope
It is well with me
I catch a smell from cold
A chilly hug from the weather
A detraction from now
I experience my mood on a swing in an open space.
It is well with me
Silence sounds louder
Trouble looks innocent
Today is a disappointment
Tomorrow looks unconcerned
It is still well with me
Everyday can say whatever it wants
Every path can way its mile from me
But Jesus will walk and when He walks
All will be well, with me!
#Yesitis
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Where are you now?
Stories are read out with speeches
Time is equal to every one
Breath belongs to the lungs
How to be at a place determines the path one finds and follows
Where are you now?
Your thoughts are yours
Your decisions today will always have a rewind in time for generations to come
Actions are the state of one’s heart
Being the best is you, not the rest
Where are you now?
Life is an open maze
Step that space
Track the success feet of those who have made it
Learn their ways and observe their existence
Be enlightened
Find where you are
Let His counsel be your guide in all your ways
To where you ought be!
#WAYN
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