FEAR AND FAITH

we die every day- and, not because of the science of the flesh described as getting older.
But because we hold up swords of fear, slashing our dreams with lazy attitudes. Having wings but too scared to fly;
afraid to leap off the cliff even with parachute at our backs.

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Let’s resonate your faith with your fears;
as it appears to the be your weapon in despair;
dragged out from your soul- like a sword from its sheath;
like the only content in your one bullet shell;
as you move your vision away from yourself, from your ability to something else;

 
For without fear, faith is extinct- for the correlation between this two is too strong, it’s like a bond, a bond amidst two twinned souls.
And the greatest fear, now, as become, the fear of one’s self,
No one can kill you more than you yourself- for we slaughter snippets of our souls as we procrastinate on our vision, our dreams.

 
we die every day- and, not because of the science of the flesh described as getting older.
But because we hold up swords of fear, slashing our dreams with lazy attitudes. Having wings but too scared to fly;
afraid to leap off the cliff even with parachute at our backs.

 
How then do we get to the sky? Soar among the birds in the cloud?
This battle within the silent chambers of our mind has to be won;
and the ultimate weapon for victory, is the AK47 of Faith.

LOST PIRATES

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Sometimes, we’re like lost pirates in the middle of the sea without a map.

Without a plan, we feel safe crawling back in our retro come-about;

Only seeing the passage in our course, rather than the destination of our dreams;

We get distracted by the waves and rumblings of the cloud, taking a different route from which we need not.

Our focus becomes likes that of a dog at a game of fetch, at the vanity of pleasure;

Lost in lust of quick moments, branching for a quickie;

Rather than quickly rethinking the path to sail after a slight mistake;
We decide to take, take a break.

Until we remove our eye patches,
We just might never again be able to patch our current position to the crumbled map in our jacket pockets, where we’ve left it.

We are pirates, meant to live at the crust of adventure;

Always leaning in for the treasure;
So…. let’s venture in search of them.

Arrgh!

MY LITTLE GOLDEN FISH

My beautiful golden coloured creature,
I love the way you swim my vision.

My beautiful golden coloured creature,
I love the way you swim my vision.

The same way you swam the river,
I remember the first day we met,
Now I’m thinking about your death,
I still see his face; the man who ate you.

I’ve so many times wanted to hurt him,
But I’m conscious of the fact that you wouldn’t want me to do such.
I care about you so much,

I care about what you think,
You were the reason I kept coming to the river,
You’re the reason I still do.

I was not there the day you were caught,
Your friends told me; of the thick brown net, the reflect of the tall dark man upon the surface of the river as he fished for you.

You struggled, I know
You called out my name as the water bumps and gases formed.

I’m sorry I wasn’t there.
I want you to know I really care.

DOUBT YOUR DOUBTS

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They- implanted destructive seeds in the soils of our mind;
So to see, believe and think- they are the only way we can sail across the sea; the Government you see.

Until I was recently debriefed: that instead, with the government, to sail across the sea,
One can actually walk right in-between.
Becoming our own moses.

But I was already on this boat trip with the government,
So I became Jonah: jumped right in the sea, into the belly of a beast.

Everyone was ready to watch me, to go through, to see if I’d make it through, this standing ocean of speculations-
They watched;
Me, swim to the top. I ended up, a winner.

So now, I stand triumphant- to preach, the gospel of confidence in one’s self.
We stare eye to eye, and I see your doubt.

Why do we doubt ourselves, we Christians in our self-confidence.
Why don’t we begin to doubt our doubts,
And relax in the arms of he we have glory in, and not the government ?.

Until we’re finally able to pierce through those dark veils in our mind,
the glory that calls for us in our self-confidence will never be revealed to us.

So..
Please, I beg of you!
Please, I beg of you!!
Begin to Doubt your doubts and stand out,
So to remain outstanding.

Garment Of Glory

We shattered the glassy visions of our mind so to please the dark sight of our sinful acts. We began to build mansions of transgressions to dwell in our own self-pleasures. We forgot about where we had come from, we became forgetful like we possessed the effect of amnesia. But through those brick of iniquity, he saw us, in our own caused darkness, and wept for our self-destruction.

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We shattered the glassy visions of our mind so to please the dark sight of our sinful acts. We began to build mansions of transgressions to dwell in our own self-pleasures. We forgot about where we had come from, we became forgetful like we possessed the effect of amnesia. But through those brick of iniquity, he saw us, in our own caused darkness, and wept for our self-destruction.

A solution he provided- John 3:16, sending his son, he came but we didn’t see him for who he really was, even as we were told in the book of Isaiah that he would come. Still, we killed him, tossing the match to match us to light into swampy ground of dumb- he became wet in his blood, crimson-liquid he bled.

But we later realized after he was awakening from the dead, that we were blind, blind by our ignorance to the illumination of his nature. Still, he died for us so we could see, and now we do see. We see the true color of his skin, he glows of glory. He has made us better than we were before we traveled into darkness.
Now we became, we’ve become sons and daughters of his father; a force adoption without our consent.

But wait, wait- no force was applied, he only provided a platform for us to enjoy the wardrobe filled with the glory garment of his father. I was tired of my past clothing, so I decided to switch, so I switched, and since then, I’ve been the cool-cat of myself; swaging in the wealth of my new father.

For those who still lurk in the dark, rocking their cloak of shadows.
I’ll tell you the truth, though I once rocked those pairs but now they are outdated, I only bought those dark pairs then because they were the ones that reigned. But now- there’s another. Another design created by the greatest designer.

Feast your vision upon your sight- for I am the evidence of the glow of his glory.

EVOLUTION: LOCATION IDENTIFICATION

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A Location is with no doubt in the mind of all to be a geographical designated portion in the entire surface of the earth space. Anywhere and everywhere is a location. This is why the appropriation of name to a specific position was installed. Now, we know of places to be accredited to a particular name, so when a name attached to a specific location is mentioned, everyone knows where one is talking about.

A popular agent that helps find a location, and also direct people to a wanted destination- the Google search engine. This agent has been a great help to all for years now. Though we all know it doesn’t have the entire world mapped out and made available to us.

In Africa, there exists a locational search engine; thepicloc.com, though it is not as famous even to the Africans yet. One of the goals of this directory agent is to fluidly wash through the locations that cannot be found on Google, and actually, make those places visible to the citizens and everyone.

No wonder their motto goes: The World, Easier To Locate.
Visit www.thepicloc.com to know what it looks like. And, hope you seek and find. Goodluck!

EPISTLE OF THE DARK KNIGHT

 

KNIGHT

Wind blows portend, as the sphinx arises,

Buckled to his heart- bristle consequences of mankind’s revolt;

Not willing to share; this which brings him bulk mirth- gaiety of his possession, his knowledge obscure to others.

Locked up in the silent chambers of solitude,
wrapped in his own dogmatic saying: non but I.

He becomes the grim in quietude, creeping the maze of lone; digging even more darkness to his shadows- he blurs his own vision thinking he’s wise.

Because he has never lost in war does not mean he would not lose in this battle.
For nature shall rise against him, like plant in spring.

Though she’s miles away but I can hear her calm whispers;
Oh knight!
She is coming…

Olympus Has Fallen

 

Brown Bricks

Walls of brownish bricks,

crumbled at the touch of the wind,

Wind strong enough to pull tick trees out of the soil;

It’s strength cast, and home-walls fall flat to the ground with scattered roofs abroad.

My lids shivered as the dust swiped into the tents of my vision,

Lenses blurred, visuals curved- curved into directions unclear.

Help! Help!! my lips mumbled

Where art thou?; oh people of the city,

Or have thou hidden?- hidden from the reach of the storm that tormented me.