Monday, 28 April 2014

She Angel

There's a resemblance between her and the angels i dreamt of
she has no wings yet to me she seems to fly with her beautiful smile,
a smile that i at first thought belonged to the divinity
i was right to think that for her teeth were white and pure as Jesus' soul
i would make my way towards her even if i had to crawl

now, am not as bold as a man with a pot of gold,
but also not as cowardly as a watchman who smells death hourly,
i heard a friend say that the beautiful ones are not yet born,
but i wondered what then is she that my mind ponders on?

i don't believe in love at first sight nor do i believe in its might,
but i felt my heart look for cover in my soul for i was ready to fall,
to fall in an endless glorious  fairytale of love with this girl,
a girl who'd swept me of the heels of my feet,





Tuesday, 15 April 2014

pain is hard to forgive

understand where am coming from
I cant speak clearly for my heart wont pump enough blood to my veins
my heart, a cringed organ posing lifelessly in the void of my chest
a chest broken by the impact of your spearing deed towards me

I cannot breathe, not without the aid of my nostrils
nostrils that are now clogged by inflammatory lymph
that came about as a result of the scars in my mind
cause I thought too much trying to decipher why you would
do the things you did

it doesn't really hurt that you played with my heart
than that you did it with my best friend, Albert
a man does not cry out of pain but i admit my heart is drenched
in peddles of hateful blood now and again

i had for you, the emotions that i thought you were due
i gave it, gave it all without limitations to you
but it wasn't enough so you cuffed another cause i was not
good enough for you as a lover

now you ask for forgiveness that am so willing to give
but mere words wouldn't clear my chest of the teary saturation
am in pain now as i was in the event of the situation
so busy hoping that one drop of your tears would cool down
my burning rage and hate
i forgive you but my heart opposes
i forget you but my mind recalls the days we shared roses
so come on in and break me once again so i can learn my lesson
  

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Jesus and the cross


I was there as it unraveled,
the foretold event of the killing of the son of man
I saw Judas in his sweaty cloak and dusty sandles
walking towards Jesus whose attention was in demand
at first I thought that he was at home visiting his kinsmen
yet now here he was accompanied closely by the kings men

he walked towards our Jesus, the Lord
and when he kissed him on the cheek, he became cold
he was selling him out yet not for a pot of gold,
but for 30 pieces of gold colored pesals

the robust soldiers, one without an ear
arrested Jesus and within us grew fear
they took Him away from us who called Him dear
an arrest so irreversible and its circumstances unclear.

at the valley of the skull He was pressed down by the weight of His death bed
i closed my eyes a bit when he was stricken with whips and His face turned red
but being human i didnt even think of being the one suffering for Him instead
so i watched with a stricking pain as He maneuvered the paths of golgotha

i cried, but in helping. never tried,
i was dead inside for He was someone with whom i had allied
but when they asked if i knew Him, i lied
'no i dont! i only came to see Him die' what a lie

then came Simon of cyrene,
a guy with the complexion of an African king
 a soldier saw him and forced him to help Jesus, the Jewish king
so he bent forth as the cross was laid upon his back,' now move, let the journey 'begin'. '

Jesus' clothes had ruptured. His skin dressed in whip-wounds
i saw women crying for Him even though they had Him not in their wombs
i lost my faith for a second because my faith was on His way to His last round

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