Heap it up! Heap it up!
When the morning sun raises
And streaks across my window,
I could tell of the things ahead,
All things put together,
The new day I know is full of things,
Seen and unseen,
On bended knees,
I could whisper,
Gently and clearly,
Lord of the morning,
My lips are unclean,
My steps I can not order,
My ways are not pure as it should,
Guide my wayward way,
In your own inward way,
Should I be on the fast lane,
A plea for redirection I issued,
Teach me, teach me,
That I may not ask amiss,
Who is man that he can direct?
My weakness are ever before me,
On thy strength divine I rely,
Heap it up, heap it up,
When the morning sun streaks across my room,
Lord of the morning,
Be thou my guide.
C. 2019 Moses Michael N.

The weather is excited,
Teased in welcome of a son,
The moonlight and the starlight,
Fittingly gave their lights in harmony,
The beautiful water creatures,
Leaping and swimming in their kinds,
Their joy descending and skipping beyond,
The air is pure and the blue skies can tell,
The beauty is unspeakable, clear as crystal,
The birds of the skies, in their kind and numbers,
Singing and flipping their feathers for joy,
Love is in the air, nature can tell,
What is this all about?
What a day, glorious and clean in all its sphere,
The Maker is kind, the Heavens is merciful,
A son was given on this day of joy,
I was born today,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.

C. Moses Michael N 2019.

Love is kind,
Love is gentle,
Like the butterfly,
It is warm and soft,
Like the rainbow,
It is pleasing to the eyes,
Like the lilies,
It is beautiful to behold,
Like the fountains,
It is pleasant to gaze upon,
Like water to the thirsty,
It is most desirable,
Like medicine to the sick,
It is a healer of one broken.

Love is kind,
Love is gentle,
Like roses among thorns,
Love is beautiful,
Like sorry when wronged,
Love changes everything,
Like the eagle among the birds,
Love is strong,
Like the honeycomb,
Love is sweet,
It thrills every soul with joy,
It lightens the air with warmth,
Love is kind, love is gentle,
It calls every single soul,
Come fest with me.

The toiling of the day has come and gone,
The day light fading away into deep night shades.
The evils of the day, it's powers gone,
Not my soul to hurt, I am aided by the divine.
The desire of the ages shielding my soul,
The evil arrows of the day loosing it's strength.
My days are hallowed beyond the imagination of the mortal minds,
The cleansing river is ever flowing,
My soul is covered.

In my sleep I sleep,
The dark ones thought it a weakness,
To strike and to ****,
From their coven, a raven was sent
Spreading its wings abroad through my window
Casting upon my room such a thick darkness.
As though it was a dream,
I could feel another darkness other than the usual,
So strange a darkness.
I could feel the struggle in my breath,
As though a giant is resting upon me,
How can I stand in such a horror?

In my imagination I thought is all over,
The scene so horrific,
The darkness so terrifying,
The fear so tensed.
I gave up but to die,
Such a wrong option for me,
Such was my strength,
Am a mere mortal.

The angels of the Ancient One,
Came up to help and to deliver.
A strange light struck,
From above, dispelling that strange darkness,
Of the evil ones,
My battle was fought,
By the divine it was won,
Now I am feared,
The evil gone, my night guided
Safely I slept.

Always like this for me,
I do not know why.
If I cry, is it wrong?
But I know, joy brings tears too,
Once it was said,
"There is no shame in tears"
If I cry, I will not hide it.

The memories are strong,
I just can't stop thinking of her.
The finest of all the women I know,
My mother, my friend.
Inside my heart, there is a little box,
A little box of memories I created,
For a dear beloved soul,
My closet pal.

Though gone,
Her memory liveth in me.
How can I forget,
All the tender care she gave,
The struggle to give us the best.
The dead indeed knows nothing,
The living can tell of their love.
Sleep on dear mother,
Your works speaks forever.

It was an epoch of incredulity a time of ups and down.
A time of pain and sorrow a period that many lost their destinations
A time of mans injustice to man.
A time and period of homelessness.
A time of sadness and a time of many wishes.
A time of many cries.
A time of many chariots.
A time of many machines.
A time of starvation.
A time where the cry of Many was peace peace.
A time without pity and a time where the love of many waxed cold.
It was a time and a period of War.
A time without love.

C. Moses Michael N. 2011

Many a times it appears as though the pen alone is my companion,
Amid the presence of lack and want, with the pen, am as calm as the new born,
On each page of my heart it is published, I am a survival, though the battle rage,
Indeed, the pen is mightier than many uncaring folks, a close pal,
Do not be shocked by the lack of my fraternal feelings, no one cares,
It is clear my help cometh from above in my strife to win,
I paddle alone on my voyage of success, am a champion,
With the pen in my hands, every cares fleets away like the stars of the morning,
Like a hangout with a true friend, my soul melts of its worries and pains,
Fading away like labour pains at a glance of the new born, with a cry that lightens the soul,
Mothers can tell of the joy they feel, hearing the soothing cry of their new born,
That lovely flawless tune of the baby that sparkles joy around, my heart rejoices,
Though my journey is tough, as on an old rugged hill far away,
My pains is nothing compared, as on a woman in labour,
Many a day appears gloomy and weary, like the man of the old rugged cross,
Along the trail that is winding always upward, swiftly I fly,
To scatter hope and strength to the weak minded souls, am a winner,
Just a passing touch of heavens ray, I can tell of the calmness that beams,
In my strife, I am aided, as one loved by his master, heavens bliss,
From a distance, I can hear a soothing sound so clear and pure, a sound of victory,
In a trans I see the beautiful morrow, so clear as in crystal, a lovely days ahead,
As lovely as it appears, am as happy as though the later is now, my heart sings,
That song of a warrior after the long battle is won, who can tie his mouth?
To scatter a smile and joy abroad, freeing many a soul of it's gloom and fear,
The later is always beautiful than the now, with smiles on my face,
I can speak without stammering, with a clear tune for all to hear,
My trans is real, my days are pure, I am made.

C. Moses Michael N, 2018.