The Free gift There is a source to it divinely It does not discriminate No one should be deprived of it It doesn’t exclude animals or insects Plant and trees, it part of nature. For some it has to be paid for while it will be snuffed out from others unjustly For some it will … Continue reading The Free Gift
DIE IN A SONG, LIVE IN A POEM I. After he was held- and judged; They set him ablaze. I watched As the juice of his skin Lost its valor to the heat. I saw songs die on his lips I saw hope hum a sorrowful dirge- in the fire. * After they had turned … Continue reading Die In A Song, Live In A Poem
I am locked in, shut out from the ordinary. This room bears the stench of dried blood, I need a rescue. I am shut in, locked out of my comfort zone which gladly hides my every flaw. Now am laid nude my scars are seen, my flaws; your cynosure, my thoughts, bare to your ever … Continue reading Locked Out
Prophet, pray tell, what do you see? I see an end to evil and its ills, I see a day when all men can be free, I see a day when we’ll all live and let live, I see for our nation leaders who won’t wait for us to ask before they give. Prophet, pray tell, when … Continue reading When The Hyena Stops Laughing
Don’t judge us by our smiling faces And conclude we are happy. Don’t use as examples just a few cases And say it’s reality. For Smiling faces do not mean the same as happy people, Neither does smooth talk translate to goodwill. Don’t see the big cars we drive And conclude we are rich. Don’t look at the clothes we have And … Continue reading Don’t Tell Me We’re free
They are big. They are colorful. They are different. They want to run free. There is joy and fulfillment whenever i feel it. They are my greatest possessions. Sometimes people say they are stupid. Other times they say it’s brilliant. But never was it ever taken from me. I was sometimes encourage to let it … Continue reading Stolen Dreams
The city is painted red Awash with the blood of the lowly Innocent, slaves, servants Lives of war and sex Maidens defiled by monsters Their pride, a prize for the savage. Wickedness in high places The departure of freedom The emergence of woe and foe Bloody sacrifice for bloody freedom Freedom, even as it … Continue reading Man’s Wickedness To Man
Shall you let the brush Of another man’s stained lens Paint the portrait of your life? … Say, if you were the moon, Would you hide your light In awe of the Sun’s glare? The chameleon ought then to hide In the shadows of shame When the gazelle sprints by. Tell me, shall the snail … Continue reading Out Of The Shadows
SELFISH ME (Heb 13 v 1-3)
I give myself to the world freely
All I know and do for free
I find my comfort in helping all
But who buys my bubbling calls?