This is not a solace
This is not a relapse
This is not her loosing her guard
But this is freedom

Freedom from a cold hard heart
Freedom to rise above the tempest
Freedom to rejuvenate
Freedom like Mata Hari

-Justice Eberechi

I do not have super strength
I can't run through fire
My heart is not made of stone
But, I do not break my rules...

The reason I am stronger.

I am django,
Fighting for the life you do not want to see,
Nor a life curved like a mango.
But a life I want to feel.
I am django,
Fighting to be me.

Santa's are red/ the snowman and his carrot nose/ the undying lights/ the glittering stars/ the tall trees like a Chinese pagoda/ avidly awaits the emergence of Gods gift/ blood of Christ/ sacrifice/ sin atonement/ and king/

24/12/2019
Glorious Christmas
|Justice_Eberechi

Let no one know my pain
Speak not of this fear draining my soul away...
By the chilly hands of death, I'm made to walk with these last words.
"where does my soul belong?"
Heaven?
Or hell?

Let's turn friends not lovers
So we won't give each others scars
Scars that'll rip our hearts apart
Keeping us in the memories of this fight
And our emotions won't have to pass
But fade away like gas
Let's turn friends not lovers
Till the end of days

These hiatus burgeons daily.
The air parches constantly.
The music we heard together is no more music.
The bread we broke together tastes
No more than bread.
All desolate, for your beauty died.
I saw your hands hold the glass
Waggled my heart stir with desideratum
A requisition I lost at the sight of your
Beauty that died.

If I'm to choose an abundance of petals
It will be your smile
If I'm to choose a hologram for my kids
It will be your face
If I'm to choose my noir and brightest star
It will still be you .

We live in deeds,
Not years.
In thoughts,
Not breath.
In feelings,
Not figures on a dial.
Life's but a means unto an end. That end, beginning, mean an end to all things...God.
But if man was God,
He'll set fire to the heavens and make it rain volcanoes on us.
He'll feast on our sins, and evenly dispatch iniquities to the ends of the earth.
Like mushrooms, we would be effortlessly plucked into the bags of his hunters, at the occurrence of a mistake.
If man was God,
Grace would be in yonder, and his commands will hurt our little hearts meant to sojourn in peace.
If man was God, he wouldn't be GOD...
but man isn't GOD.

Written By: Justice Eberechi

He prayed with saints
He danced with gods
He fought with warriors
He dined with kings.
Yet, in all these spheres
Beneath the earth
Lies the man
Cold and lonely.

Listen!!

Now my heart wants to speak.
For it will no longer be a guest house

For your short visits.

I will build you a home
Without walls, bricks and fancy fireplaces.
I will build you a home within me.
Showering you with kindness
And saving you from darkness.

I will make you my queen
So you wouldn't have to wait for the next season.

If you can brace yourself to the truth of these words
And let them flow through the streams of your hearts
If you can hold on to thy steps just to bring the  chicken home
And silence thy ears to the whispers of doubt
If you can distill thy heart like the waters
And flow in meekness to the real world calling out your name
If you can learn to live for others
And accommodate the blast of barking orders
If you can unlock your "chi"
And direct your path to its actions
If you can shelter strangers in the toughest of the tempest
If you can smile at life's rude call
Knowing it is but for a moment
If you can rebuild the burnt bridges with kindness
And scatter the treasures of thy sympathy afar
If you can answer a friends call at sunset
If you can be oblivious of hatred
And congratulate another's victory without envy
If you can stretch out thy hands to reassure my weary bones
And build me a home of precious stones
If you can answer thy master's disturbing call
And seat at his feet like his lapdog
If you can hold on to the truth
And let trust be your booth.
Then, you my child
Will dine in the table of honour
Wearing a crown
With a mouth full of "thank you" speeches.

The hearts healing
Is the hearts victory.

I am the man
Walking amongst gods
I am the man
Who laughed at the dangling of their swords
I am the man
Who was made to smile by coercion and force
I am the man
Loosing all, yet I fear no loss.

You can leave you pain at the door
Because i dont care anymore
I dont care how you feel
I dont care about your deal
I just know i feel your betrayal
That has turned me maniacal
Yes am selfish, but you're no different
But a little ignorant
Of my feelings you blew off
Now it's my turn to cut you off
Once a friend, now someone i used to know
And you can keep the memories we shared a while ago
They no longer make me happy
But angry.
So enjoy them as they cling
I'll just sit back feeling you sting
With your shots at my head
I hope you feel how i feel too...BETRAYED.

"hold still"
"hold still"
The echoes of your faith levitated my bleeding heart.
As I was made to rise from the agony that has sunk me deep in my dark art.
I walked the earth, searched the sky for one last hope
A hope that will fill my cup.
And i was made to ask myself "when will Thy kingdom come?"
And raise my feet from the shackles of this *****.
But then, in my bid to turn back to the night, your hands brought me back to light.

You whirl my mind
You burn my soul
You shot out my heart deep into the earth's core
As I lay screaming out your name.