BLISSFUL MIST

The moon- the bulb that flint up the night,
In the dusky dale’s tide;

The stars they burn,
hydrogen and helium;

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The moon- the bulb that flints up the night,
In the dusky dale’s tide;

The stars they burn,
hydrogen and helium;

Appearing in cloudless portion of sky,
As the gloom stays malign;

You close your eyes,
And your minds become playgrounds of skating ice;

Introspection does the compass point,
Down the retro Isle of connective dots;

Lying in your color-mixed pallet,
Filling in those caret;

Into dreams you’ve always had,
Wet dreams where mermaids fly;

Time lost- hopeful to restitute,
Even if to prostitute;

Your ideas: in a ruffled geans,
In return, for the blissful mist.

I FOUND MYSELF

Trying to figure out, like counting the words buried in this tomb of body, I became logical; calculating all risks of ineffectiveness of informations uploaded, for I am loaded.

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I- with my eye, explored the fields of my mind;
As I Google-searched those words deposited in my mind- by a pastor;
they existed but were latent, I needed to get the patent right.

So I write, like the Facebook page Iwrite; I wrote- a note- to the guardians of my soul
With a post stamp of the seal of my sole, i send; as I ascend, to my high spirited self.

Trying to figure out, counting the words buried in this tomb of body,
I became logical; calculating all risks of ineffectiveness of informations uploaded, for I am loaded.

So I meditated on Christ,
checking out his word as I carefully check them out from the ballot-box of my mind; picking at Random.

It was like folded papers,
even when you pick, you still have to unfold to see.
I uncovered those picked paper then I saw;
the letters as it spelt greatness off of my story.

Surprised, I surely was; coz I’ve been living like a nobody,
but now I’ve found in my own body- deep within the tunnel, that there is light ahead,
and I’m sure it’s not a train.

Since then, I never saw dark again.
Life became a game too easy for me, the settings were set to rookie.
My challenges I eat them as cookies; they became nothing.

Exploration became realization of past declaration of the living word.
It’s only normal to then be regal, after discovering that you’re royal.
Isn’t it?

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.

MY FAR HEART

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I am Here, behind the ink of my pen,
And thou art where thou art,
Far away: we are apart,

A message,  I write to you; in inks that carry the weight of my emotions;
Traveling across the sight of time but far from its hands,

Hopefully, it meets you in hope, love, and joy and also in time,
For all this, I wish.

My heart longs for thy face; thy presence,
For it has been long since I set my eyes on you;
Only in a picture do I gaze your beauty each day;

Reminding me of you- as my trove of gorgeousness, and I, a pirate.
Three words I can’t wait to say to you  when we do see again:
I love you.

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!

My Evening By The Beach

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Read from the tip of my toe;
The language it speaks, as it hits the ground;
It summarizes the history of my soul;
As occasions around my reality pounds;
With my toe sinking into the beach sand as I sip on my coke;
Crunching tone against the surface, it sounds;
Like Michael Jackson’s moon-walk, I backslide upon the hand of time as I reminisce;
Sadly smiling beside the beach, as the sun stretches beyond my reach.