Easy to please,
not really,
hard nut to crack,
I think so.
You cannot please
anyone ever,
even yourself.
Only your best
you can do.
To be perfect is a form
of mental illness,
it drives one crazy,
even those seeking it
and the ones you want
to please can testify.
Perfection is an ideal
we all will want to attain,
but to merely assume
perfection is to cease ones
advancement towards it.
Error as an opposite pole to
perfection has perhaps a value,
it may cause you the need for
further future personal
development.
Such an error has cost me a tear.
It has taught me such
a great lesson.
A lesson very regrettable.
Simplicity is the only way out
of that error.
Easy does it.
Not all who wanders are lost.
You can command nature
only by obeying her.
It yields to the one with
an ear to the ground,
and leads such a one to
the higher ground.
Everything seems clearer
and easier.
Besides can you really be perfect
and without errors?
That's the beauty and essence
of our make up.
So before you judge me,
make sure you are perfect,
or that perfection you seldom
possess will exclude you,
because you are not perfect.
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I know that judgement is near,
for the frightening catastrophic
occurrences of brutality in
countries around the world
towards their fellow man,
especially in communities nearby
is heartbreaking and
freezes the heart of anyone
witnessing the outflow of wickedness
of man displaying their cruelty,
arrogantly showing their
foolhardiness with reckless abandon
and refusing to be mindful of their actions
or do anything to ameliorate their acts.
Show of force from our supposed
protectors against the ones they were
suppose to defend and protect is baffling.
Harassment of their citizens
is the order of the day.
No day passes by without a form of intimidating gruesome display of force.
The innocent ones were made to suffer.
No protection of any kind for the young
and fragile ones.
The weak and afflicted ones were
abandoned to die.
It seems there's war going on when
actually there's none.
How can we bridge this gap between
the elite and the poor?
This gully is too deep for our people to cross.
It looks like the gazelles and the bison crossing the Serengeti river,
while the lions are having their fill,
the crocodile are having the best time
of their lives.
There must be something to be done to heal our land.
Or is this a punishment from the gods?
If they truly exist then they must do something to come to our aid
and heal our people and their lands
so that peace will once again return
and the generation to come will know
that there is God.
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It is not my fault.
Not in my linage,
not in my blood,
how to make things
disappear as I pass close
to other peoples things
or items not mine
or cherished possessions,
not even in their absence,
things not my own,
not belonging to me,
for I am not a magician.
Was not born a
kleptomaniac.
I guess I'm good at
leaving things behind,
instead of stealing them.
They disappoint me,
hurt my feelings.
What can I say,
of those elite ones
in public office
embezzling public funds
or rather stealing it.
What a humiliation  
for the family,
or the embarrassment
to the friends of such a one.
I cover my face in shame
because of people like that.
It's not in my blood,
I cannot condone such people.
A thief is not a thief
because he stole,
a thief is a thief because he steals.
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How did I ever even get here,
to this lonely place,
alone in this palace,
this place of solitude,
so quiet I can feel
the warmth of Nok the cat
sitting calmly,
from a distance at the corner
of the room window pane
with eyes closed as if he's
waiting for someone
special to join us,
oblivious of the world outside.
Looking out from where I seated,
I could see the trees dancing
to the music played by the wind.
I can also see a lonely bird
sitting all alone like me,
and I can't help but to think,
if this lonely bird is also waiting
for the lover to come.  
Suddenly I felt a warm
embrace of her hand around me,
so comforting and reassuring,
and within me I also know that
it's going to be okay with that
lone bird out there as I heard
the song of another bird
calling out to the one on the tree.
Nok the cat was also picked up,
for i could hear him purring with joy.
It's not so bad after all at being alone but not lonely for a while.
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I know the one who
made my heart raced,
to palpitate uncontrollably,
to make me shake
as if I have a fever.
I know the feeling experienced.
Out of the world I roamed
the whole galaxy.
Time stood still,
wishing for it not to end.
For that touch
I will give anything.
Her warm embrace
is like heaven.
Her breathe as fresh as
the morning breeze of
a cool windy beach,
her skin so soft
with a fragrance like that
of a rose petal.
The soul that never
loved is lost,
it is only that kind
that lives in hell.
Sometimes life is
about risking everything
for a dream no one
can see but you.
You will never know
the real value of a moment until
it becomes a memory.
Right now I have some big,
happy, jump-in-the-air news for you,
my friendly lover and my most loveliest
friend is here.
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What is this man,
Can you tell me?
Man is a spirit.
The spirit is man.
Man, the spirit.
The Spirit man.
Both are blended into
one spiritual force.
The spirit man is from above
and is heavenly,
while the man is physical
and is earthly.
This man and that man
lives in a physical body,
possessing the power of both
the upper world and the lower world.
Two different kingdoms infused into one.
Converged in his being are
complex and multiple nature and
thought patterns interwoven within
his mind in resonance to the
influence of the spirit man.
Both are infused
and encapsulated together
into one whole essence.
The spirit man becomes more in tuned
to the octaves and radiations
within the balanced rhythmic
interchange of the cosmic forces
and intuitively linked to both internal
and external wavelength.
The consciousness of the mind of man
recognizes this fact,
and dynamically helps you within
to live in harmonium when you find
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Let it be known that
I'm not a man given to
lies as some may assumed.
Let it be on record.
Be it known that henceforth
I turn away from all things not
worthy to glorify him
or of me to be doing.
I know I am a man of sin,
not pure or worthy to carry
that message of hope,
but the power of the anointing
compelled me to stand in your
presence with out being judged.
Let it be recorded for posterity.
Make known the way of living
with the divine ability even when
you feel ***** and not so clean,
so you can be set free.
Even the Word that comes forth
from the mouth of our Lord and savior
has made you free.
Let it be known through out the world
of his ability and presence.
Write it down so that generations
to come will know of the name,  
Christ the Priest King.
Proclaim him to the world so that
generations unborn will hear it.
Believe on his Lordship,
He is worthy to be praised.
Worship him for he is worthy
to be adored.
Glorify him for he is worthy.
Lift him up so high above all
that is created or made so
all eyes will see Him.
This King of glory is in the midst
of all things,
do not fret.
Let it be known to all creation,
that he is the king.
Alleluia Amen.
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