Months are far spent and with you i still cannot break words
I must say, you and i have spent this lost time in two different worlds
During which i was about what would be termed infidelity
Faced with guilt i became scared of the consequential reality
I began to search for words excuse my indecent behavior
But non was good enough as words became blur
Eventually i lost my sight of words for expression
Then my train of thought derailed into chaos of volcanic eruption
And even now as i pen down this confession
i cant say much because my mind and hands has lost connection
i was carried away by **** distractions, oh! dear poetry
i am sorry for committing adultery
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
I have lost inspiration
my mind and my hands has lost connection
Because i have been going through Depression
caused by my broke-up, true love confession
Someone Please help me
Because this is not us, not me
Her name is Poetry, she is my love, my hobby
she is the bride and i am the hubby
But like a failed marriage
caused by a miscarriage
she left me
but i cant let it be
I want her back
but all she gives me is her back
she said the gift i once had, i now lack
And so Like a racist she called blank
I know i was once unfaithful
but if i win her back i will be grateful
i need reconciliation!
For my mind is going through expressionless destitution!
i need restitution!
For our conjugal institution!
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
What you think is perfect, should make you practice
Practice should never make perfect
Because the hunger should let you know you haven’t done enough
When the world says you have earned it
You never get complacent
And you always keep working
So you never give up
Thinking you have had enough
Just like we quit when we lose our way
Because we too proud to admit that we have gone astray
This is not the hunger that should fill your belle
This is not a hunger, cos you glued to your tele
Watching the kadashians
Instead of reading Colossians
Forgetting your responsibility as a disciple
Behaving like a man who can’t resist the apple
So wake up, and don’t give up
Put on your armor of Christ and get brave
Just like when you first got saved
Share the gospel to all nation
Make His good news your mission..
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
Ideas are like the wind
they come and go
like common cold
they come with goals
like ball and post
some we achieve
others we only perceive
but one thing constantly remains
after they have buried our remains
more will perceive
few will achieve
why?
because some will be cowards
and others will be forward
that's how they will exit
and their ideas exist
in a place where ideas are luxuries
just because they refuse to persist.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
Dream is good
sleep is cool
rest isnt a should
but i dont just sleep
i stay awake and embrace imagination
you could say i defile human nature
i will when my brain shuts down and my mind mature
Dream is Good but i dont sleep..
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
Its 4am and I still fight sleep
I hope this pit doesn't get too deep
if it does I pray no one weep
because I have taken a huge leap
as I have worked all night and defile sleep.
The effect of lack of sleep... takes you so deep when you finally fall asleep, that they may be forced to make a hip while digging deep thinking you have been defeated by sleep
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
I thought my body was in a transition
Just as I logged on to write an expression
I felt my eyes was closely going through depression
As my body failed in this negotiation
#Sleep
As it won my body through intimidation
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
They say you can always tell a man from his shoes,
They say time makes a man,
They also said time is like an ocean in which man sails,
But if all men were to be on the ocean of time sailing together,
Would there be enough wind for all?
And if not would this be the reason for the inequality?
Would I be correct to say that God created all men to be unequal?
I know what you thinking already,
Here comes another atheist,
In fact I can’t be listening this,
But I understand you, as we all have an unequal minds,
Yes that’s true, and you are correct,
But only if you leave now and stop listening to this,
Then you would only have half of the message,
And a huge story to tell about an atheist you have met,
But this won’t end you story if I still have your ears.
They say
You can always tell a man from the shoes he wears
But that’s not true as not all men wear shoes, as some love to wear slippers
They say
Time makes a man
But they didn’t speak of women, would I be correct to say they were sexiest?
They say
Time is like an ocean
If so what will you call rainfall?
All of this were coined by men who loved to be philosophical or loved to be called philosophers
So their name won't just be on their tombstones but in the minds of the living
The truth is God is not unjust so all men were created equal
And if I were a philosopher this would be my word to the next generation.
We are all created for a purpose
Find it, Live it, Fulfil it, while you still human…..
After all I am being Philosophical…..
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
Who am I?
I never really understood
Until before the devil I stood
With one eye totally blind
In my mind a many thought slide
Who am I
The question again
As I shed tears in pain
With my eyes so red
I was scared
Who am i?
The son who calls mama to pray for him
Or the son who knows his father?
So why ask Mama to ask Papa
When I am no toddler in dipper
I need to do this myself I said
As I tried to remember who I was
Then Psm91 was all in my thought
That was when I discovered my worth
I am
The son of the most high
The one who was, who is, and who will be after all of this is gone
The alpha and the omega
The beginning and the end
The first and the last
The Rock of ages
The I am that I am
The omnipotent
The creator of all that there is
The only one God
Then I thought again Luke 7:7
So I began to laugh at the devil
As I prayed with Psm121
As I acknowledged the number 1
I then exercised my power as a son
Then came a light brighter than the sun
All I did was pray in the word
And my eyes again saw the world
Who are you?
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
Waves are not
measured
in feet and inches
they are
measured in
increments
of
FEAR
The opposite of courage is not fear, it's the absence of it....
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC