The wind whispers a new song
to usher in this new moment.
And even the moon sang,
joining the humming birds at dawn.
The stars danced to the musical
tune of the wind in the moonlight
amidst the open space of
the galaxy in the twilight.
The cloud danced for there is
love in the air.
The lilac trees shed it's flowers
by reason of the wind,
blown out far into the night,
spreading it's perfume around freely,
it's fragrance can be smelled miles away.
The wind singing a happy song
as it carries out the message
of love to refresh different homes
as lovers sit outside their garden at night watching the magic show of the almighty scattered through out the firmament.
Oh what a blessing to behold the beauty of creation at such a memorable moment.
Eyes can even catch a glimpse of angels calmly going about their sacred duties unperturbed at that sublime moment in the quietness of the night.
It is really a blessing to
behold that glorious moment.
Join me tonight to listen
to the beautiful songs of the stars.
Your heart will be so glad it did.
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She came out of nowhere
into my life through the one
close to me for blood speak,
wanting the best for me.
Now I'm stuck to her heart,
glued to her love just like that.
Wondering where was
she all along.
But she came at the right time
to rescue the broken and fallen me.
Restore the lost hope
of my fragile heart.
Mend the brokenness
of my empty world.
Now I'm alive again.
Everything seems anew.
Deep calling the deep.
Can you hear the butterfly?
Could even hear the
grasshopper chirping.
The laughter of children
at the backyard,
so beautiful.
Seems as if I just woken up
after along slumber to face
the broken world afresh.
My heart is so grateful
for a time such as this.
Like a finger pointing to the moon,
you don't keep looking at the finger,
Or you will miss all
the heavenly glory.
This is the final chapter.
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You will surely soon become
the sacred animal for sacrifice,
to cleanse the land
and purify the abominable
acts of our people,
instigated by the unreasonable
ignorant elders.
And for those that have died
on account of their ignorance,
have paid with their blood
to cleanse our land.
These sacrifices are
not willingly given.
Will the gods accept such
a waste of human lives
to ameliorate their anger?
Or will another sacrifice
be performed to appease
their already inflated anger
over these ethnic cleansing
by a group seeking for dominance.
These strangers in the land
could not tolerate our differences
in this forced relationship.
Their greediness and overbearing
attitude is frightening.
With hidden intent,
Cunning and Forcefulness,
with intimidation they unleashed
mayhem to our people.
Dazed as if hypnotized,
with voodoo and hoodoo at work.
no one is doing anything about it.
Everyone is watching as our families,
Our friends, youths, children,
women, the elderly,our farms,
barns are destroyed,
properties burnt down by
these strange ones.
You will soon be the next if you
still stand and do nothing.
Do not be an unwilling sacrifice,
do something.
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In the mind of man
is the divinity's dwelling place.
The sanctuary where our
life is molded and patterned,
our thoughts formed either
for good or destruction.
Our lives roadmap lights
our partway into the divine will
and purpose for constructive living.
With the divine helpful hands,
we willed our lives with might,
Not of our strength,
but the inner leading of the almighty.
For those who listen to
the unexplainable inner call
within their consciousness,
the divine healing elixir
of life is unleashed,
their lives becomes
a noble one full of grace,
for their obedience links
them to the miraculous.
They feel the pains of life,
and of death,
the pain of love,
and of hate,
the pain of knowing too much,
and lack of knowledge,
pain of being sensitive,
and insensitive,
pain of having,
and of lack,
more than their peers,
for that is the cross they bear
of being who they are
in the scheme of things prepared
for only those who walk in the
part of the divine Iliad.
No complaints are needed
for their end are assured.
Answer that call now.
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The morons have no heart,
they are heartless.
In the left side of their brain,
nothing is right,
in the right side of their brain,
nothing is left.
That's why they use their
stony heart to break heads
as Palm kernel nuts.
Oozing out of their mouths
are crafty cunning words.
A perverted truth.
With humiliation as their brush,
they painted and
disgraced our youths publicly,
the very backbone of their
ascendency to glory and power,
the very ones who sleeplessly
and tirelessly sweated day and night,
to make sure of their tomorrow,
the only heirs to our future.
You dashed their hope in the mud.
You paid them with your spit on their faces.
How can we not see it.
With illusion of magic
they confuse the minds
of gullible people.
Their lies stinks.
I weep for those who believe them.
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I recognize you
I acknowledge your presence
You are the King of
the castle of my heart.
You made me see the invisible,
believe the impossible.
I hinged my life,
my prosperity on your presence.
Because you dwell in my castle,
my struggles are over.
The whole earth wonders of you.
The beauty of your existence
is seen all over the cosmos.
Your glory and beauty is marvelous,
your might is captivating,
you radiate in all your creations,
seen in all their actions.
Fearful but approachable,
so high but near.
My heart pants when you touch me.
On my knees is the place to reach you.
My heart is so grateful for
the love of your indwelling presence.
I am still perplexed and amazed at the
impact of your touch on my own spirit.
My heart rejoice
and my mouth says thank you.
I will always carry your presence
to affect my world.
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From birth to a toddler
As a toddler to teenager
From teenage to adolescent
And as I grew up
I knew I'm weird
I knew am unique
I knew am an enigma
I knew am different
I also knew am an Odd fellow
Yeah I see things
not seen with optical eyes
Hear things beyond this realm
I am prophetic for
I say the unspeakable,
things not normal for the average
They say so many things
about me as am growing up:
You are so annoyingly quite
You are so sensitive
You are always by yourself.
You are a loner
Your eating habits are so different,
You eat herbs.
You are a teetotaler,
and a recluse,
an introvert
With the ability to heal the sick.
An object of mingled awe and revulsion,
Simultaneously revered and abhorred,
Mysterious and elusive,
highly talented and unassuming,
an erratic genius but modest
with enormous strength but reserved.
I am an alien,
living amongst strangers.
There's an Alien within.
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