Who am I" .
It crept into my mind like the snail ,
Though simple ; but it's powerful .
It kept chasing my heart like a tiger after it's prey.
This thought won't leave my heart; it's now like a tick on a dog ,
Pounding it like the steps of an elephant ,
Still coming like the seasonal rain .
Yet the answer can't be exhumed ,
The bridge has been broken .
The sea of the heart won't settle ;
" Who am I" .
A midst the unsettled sea of the heart ,
A soft , affirmative voice came echoing ,
You are perfect ; wonderfully made ,
Made in my likeness ; strong , courageous , impeccable ,
Phenomenal, magical , extraordinarily made.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 6:48 AM UTC
There is a spirit I know .
It helped Paul ; he worked miracle
It will also help me , and I will work miracle
He helped Paul to preach the gospel at the upper room
He will also help me to preach the gospel.
He gave Stephen wisdom to answer questions rightly and to forgive .
He will also give me wisdom to answer rightly and and to forgive
It also helped the church live in unity
It will also help me live in unity
He told Paul about the lies of Ananias and his wife
He will also foretell things to me
He helps to intercede in groaning that can't be altered
He will also intercede for me in groaning that can't be altered
He also came upon Mary and the Holy one was born .
It is this spirit I call you to have .
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 1:51 AM UTC
I. knowest not when yea'h formed,
I knowest not where you formed,
After yea'h formed I knowest you
But how yea'h growest , I know not .
Though you black , but your heart yea'h white,
Though yea'h frank , but yea'h Jovial,
Though yea'h short ,but yea'h love thou mighty,
Yea'h speaketh thou not much , yea'h action speakest more louder.
When I am hungry thou helpeth me ; at the creak of the door my hope cometh back .
When I am stranded thou walketh the path with me .
When my faith hath being stolen by troubles ,thou helpeth me to restore it .
Yea'h knowest me not ; but yea'h teacheth me some of the things I knoweth .
Yea'h are my roommate , yeah also my brother from another womb.
Why I writeth this ; I writeth it to thank thee of what thou hath doneth to me .
This memories I will keepeth in my heart ; I misseth your presence.
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 6:27 PM UTC
I am angry whenever I wake up to a new day.
Why? Not because I want to be dead,
but because time never stopped.
He slowly stole my smile and kept me in the prison of responsibilities.
I was once a free man, not caring about the day after.
But now I go to bed hoping for time to pause.
I can't even ask for a thing without paying the price.
Every single smile on my face has a price.
I am angry.
I was never told I would grow into the prison of responsibilities.
I never signed up for this.
I am innocent, but now I am in the prison of responsibilities.
I was never put in there—
I walked straight into it.
I am angry.
Now I am stuck in the reality I feared would come upon me like fog,
now leaving behind those innocent smiles and heart,
now dwelling in worries and heavy hearts,
while watching responsibilities build a fence
between me and my childhood.
Now I am stuck in a world I don’t know of.
Everyone just keeps walking straight;
no one looks right at me as if I am invisible.
Everyone trying to find the key out of this prison we all walked into.
They really don’t understand yet
that there is no key out of this prison.
I am angry.
Nobody told me who time really is.
He is a thief—
he stole my innocence.
Now all I have left to hold onto
are the memories of my childhood.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 10:13 AM UTC
The battle between you and the day has no end
Each moment passing by , with the struggle for victory
Weapons soon loaded from the battles from a moment
Tiredness beating out strength, and reviving the torments of hunger
The sun gazing at me ,with it's eyes piercing through my fragile skin.
In the moments passing by , I saw hope taking over
Blinding off the sun's gazing eyes
Suddenly , a change of tenure; the night won
An outcry of victory from the moon and the stars
Their bright smile illuminate the earth
The wind coming out to cool the inferno of the war.
Confidence and strength finding their way out of their hidings
The aroma of the night food; soon suppress the torment of hunger
Beauty soon hidden in the cloak of darkness from the burning gaze of eyes
The deafening noise was beaten by silence
Fragile legs walking the path home .
Suddenly, the eyes saw feet heavily pounding the sturdy soil
Soon catches on a mother's wide arm , embracing the son into the house
The back of everyone finds refuge on the bed
Bulb light on all over the streets
Fear with gossips engulfed all
Ears picked up a petal of gossip; night befriend evil
No , the mouth spit:
Confidence and strength finds solace in night
Bright smile becomes cheap at night
The air dresses the wound on the body caused by the sun
I see beauty in the night.
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 6:36 AM UTC
Waking up to the bang of the alarm,
Groaning and sighing in anger,
The eyes still winking, not ready to see the rising bright sun.
The mouth keeps opening, allowing the gas from the belly to escape.
The body still glued to the bed like a tick on a dog,
Not ready to leave the sweet dreams for reality.
The hands and legs won’t move, as if they are paralyzed,
The head still on the pillow, with the hair scattered.
Again, the ears get slapped by the bang of the alarm.
The brain wakes ghastly and angrily,
It nudges the legs to rise in fury,
Running as if being chased by a wild animal into the bathroom.
The hand hurriedly finds its way to the tap,
Water running out as if being released from detention.
It pierces me with its cold hands, running deep into my veins.
The body rushes out from the bathroom into the room.
The hands, legs, and head find their way into the dress.
Feet slip into the shoes.
Hands grab the door ****
Legs knocking quickly down the staircase to the living room.
The hand finds itself on the knob—outside the house.
Finally, the day has started.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 7:44 AM UTC
What are His thought?
To work in his way as I am taught
" My thoughts for you are of good and not of evil"
The thought that can't be shattered even by the devil.
Walk in His presecpt and this word will come true.
Doing this ,you find break through which the devil doesn't know how it came through.
Devil is just a ranting lion looking for who to devour
If you fall to his rant , you have become a fowl, to his endeavor
From my heart come my thoughts
From it also comes what I ought
Father, help me to walk in your ways
So I will not live my life in pains .
By doing your will is what pays
Through you I find mercy in many ways
Finding them by doing your words
So that I will not live my life of this worlds.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 6:54 AM UTC
What are you love ?
Are you real or a disguise ?
They say you are everything ?
But I see you as a trap .
You hold my heart ,
Control my actions ,
Limit my freedoms ,
You fuel my hunger with your poisonous words .
So tell me what you really are?
At first , I was free; until you came using your twisted tongue
I was thinking straight, just about myself
I have to think about you too !.
You are a tick in my ear.
You are thief in the night; you stole my peace.
You put up responsibility in my care.
Tell me you a curse or a blessing ?
A joy or a pain ?
You are just an illusion to be unseen
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 4:50 AM UTC
Oh , I hate you death,
You are a wicked thing roaming the earth,
Going into homes when you are not welcome,
To your wreck hole ;Calling them to come .
You go in to take their joy ,
Taking it by striking their men , father, husband, and their boy.
As if that not enough you take again their, wives, mother, old ones and their girl.
You enjoy that because they aren't at gird.
You get joy ,by ceasing people's happiness
Yet still not satisfied ; still marking them with sadness.
You think your power won't go dent,
Well; to you some have bent .
To me and my families ,your are powerless ,
To the people of God you will always come less
You know why , God is the only one we serve,
In him , you are least to what we have .
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 5:26 AM UTC
O Samson , where did you get your power from ?
Is it from your hair or from the lord ?
You annihilated the philistines ,
You killed thousand with the jaws of a donkey ,
O Samson, a powerful man ,
A man that killed a lion with his bear hands ,
A man that lifted the city gates up the hills
They thought seven wropes could hold you up,
How come did you reveal your power to a viper
How come you fell for a poisonous lips
How come you fell in love to a snake
There was an Esther , a Deborah , a Mary ,
Now you lost your power , o Samson,
You lost you eyes now , o Samson
A powerful man , now held up in chain ,
A king ,now a servant, why Samson
The lord was waiting , o samson
But now you are dead with your enemies
An undefeated man , defeated by death.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 8:22 AM UTC