If life is unpleasant,
You can make it pleasant for me.
If life is stagnant,
You can set it on motion for me.
If life is a game,
You can play it well for me.
If life is full of darkness,
You can be my light.
If life is ugly,
Then, you're the most and only beautiful thing in my life and world.
I Love You!!!
I know, I know we’re all striving for the best,
But I think very many of us are running round in the nest
Making head-ways in a no way
I wonder who finally will get to enjoy the ‘best’ days
I know, I know we’re all hunting freedom,
But look how more of us are bound in many forms
Walking freely around but in circles
Are we ever going to break off from the repeating cycle?
Yeah I know, I know we’re all chasing money and fame in some way,
But how long are we going to swim in shame in so many ways?
Doing many shady deeds just so to make it to the top
I wonder what we’re even chasing that we can’t think to stop
And I know also, I know we’re all undergoing changes,
But I think more of us are gearing towards ‘chainges’
Locked up in the cage of freedom to rot
Thinking your wings is enjoying the winds of the sky, but it’s not.
And at the end when you’re handcuffed at the borders or boundaries of immunity,
You would scream and wish to be legally enslaved.
But then, deception would have granted it the other way round anyways without pity.
Wouldn’t it be better to find and stick with the “Truth” and be freely and truly saved?
Wouldn't it?
Tears
Tears exist
Yes, they do and have been since years
Back and back in time beyond how far we can reminisce.
They’ve built their own world and they live in it
A complete world with mountains and valleys,
Ups and downs in every sense you see it.
They have their times and their seasons.
A beautiful world with no sun,
But with a bright, beautiful sky with changing colours;
White, red, and yellow just as the sun
And a moon as dark as Lunar Eclipse
Each in wavering time and season without fluttering flaws
They are never seen outside until there’s a trigger
They flow out together when called upon but the reasons differ
Myriad emotions pick out the kind they want to flow,
But even so, they run out together; warm or cold.
They are beautiful just as their world
That chills they give the way they roll down the cheek
That kind of feels good no matter the reason for the pour.
Isn’t it so cool to have a whole world live in you and me?
Please hold it tight,
Because it's too light.
Though it is so agile,
But it is also fragile.
It might be so small,
But it is full of love.
It is a little treasure
That puts you under pressure.
This
heart is plain
Just
like a large pane.
You can see through from each side
Because it's just glass and has
nothing to hide
Oh! My glass heart!
So tender as a young hart.
Who really can keep you safe
Outside this captivity cave?
Gone
Soul (eternity)
Imagine
the cloud of sadness in homes,
The
ocean of tears for even the gone unknowns.
The
rank of death keeps graduating day to day by the day,
The
lives of many caught in the atmosphere of eternity where whatever they feel will
never fade away.
What
is it exactly can we hold dear in this life?
Something
fadeless and concrete, ‘something’, aside the divine?
But
instead, even the beautiful, and the hard-earned fall in the line.
Death
still inherits all even when we possess the best weapons and we fight.
I
am hopefully in doubt of Life and all her promises;
She
is looking so very bright and assuring until the morn dismisses.
And
at the pool of twilight, a different bell is rung
For
we all to gather to sing the bereaving psalms of songs.
Imagine
the soul of you and I in the clouds of the Heavens
Where
beauty and joy are the order of the day,
Where
evil exists not and every good will happens,
Where
life on a whole new, different level has come to stay.
Also
imagine the soul of you and I in the bosom of Hell
Where
the fiery furnace is heated at an unknown existing temperature,
Where
the deafening screams of souls in anguish matter to no one in there,
Where
life on a whole new, different level is a torture.
I
am hopelessly surrendered to the Being Divine
And
hopefully praying that you too will in this very time.
The
human enemy – Death is now in her right mind
And
has fully understood who and what she is to human lives.
PRAY
FOR NIGERIA. PRAY FOR THE WORLD. PRAY
FOR LOST SOULS.
Written by: Victory Ukorma a.k.a Chantel Moon
Reworked by: Prince J. Moses a.k.a Prince Charmyn
I'M TIRED
I'm tired!
Living up to people's standards and expectations.
Not saying what's on my mind all because of the fear of hurt, and limitations.
The hurt of Friends! Father! Mother! - Relations!
I'm tired!
Of being this supernatural being people want me to be,
Not having faults and flaws just for them to see.
I'm tired of impersonating other people's lifestyle all because mine isn't appreciated and so seems not worth it.
I'm tired! I'm tired! I'm tired and I quit them all!
I will say what I want to say, when I want to say and where I want to say it and stand on it tall.
I'm done living this perfect cartoon lifestyle in this inexistent Disney world.
It's time I came out as me even if I fall.
It's time they saw my flaws.
"Mistakes,...they help you grow don't mean you're friends."
Learn the lessons, and there the relationship ends.
Being you is the easiest thing to do and that should be what trends.
I am not tired.
Who said it?
Who said you are not fit?
Why do they throw out such black spit?
Quit! Quit! Quit!
Quit all your ugly speech,
Your torn words that can't be stitched.
Your ill presence that causes my little baby to flinch.
Get out! And don't make me use the word bitch!
Nonsense!
Hello little baby
(heartedly speaking)
(heartedly speaking)
Look how you've grown into a pretty lady.
Look how bright you are - never fading.
You are beautiful in every simple way
Do not mind what they say.
I am with you always
To keep you safe in all ways.
Relax and let me make you watch their lips burn up in flames.
Go out to the world and be you again!
I love you!
~BUILDER~
Words beautifully
painted
”Let light be”
It is good, we all can see
Beautiful colours exude from this one light.
The Earth filled with rays of hope getting ready to brude life
And out of these words came day and night.
Words carefully and intelligently crafted.
Ginormous edifices roofed with the heavens in their places.
The land and the seas and their yields, the feathers of the air all rewarded
their space...
...in preparation for the human race.
”The Earth brought forth plants with seeds according to their kinds...” in
ready for the next phase.
Words sensitively spoken
Words sensitively spoken
”Let us duplicate ourselves”
”The same in our likeness”
The same words blessed.
Words sensitively spoken,
Nature heard, and every other thing in the open.
Words brought to
life.
”Builder” of depths and heights
Giver of deaths and lives
Healer of bodies and minds
User her well, use her right
Either for wrongs but I pray it be for rights.
Words destroy, but
best of all, WORDS are BUILDERS.
~HE~
He came on me with so much zest to the
floor,
Into mine chest went in His long, smooth, and beautifully coloured claws
Allowing to drip away all that was wrong with me - my flaws.
He came upon me
with so much zest to the wall,
Into mine ears He whispered, ”did you think I was going to let you fall?”
Reminiscing on mine past and, out to me a greater future calls.
He came in with so
much affection to mine life.
His subtle touches and kisses keeping me alive.
Elusive, but a palpable notch I feel on the inside.
He is intimately
and eternally attached to me.
In His words, He is especially attracted to me.
He lived. He lives. He lives....
He loved. He loves. He loves....
He did. He does. He's never done.
He stays. He stays. He's never gone.
He is HE.
You've lost hope in Me,
You've seen more of imitations than real.
Looks like all you've ever known of Me are charades
The gaudery of Me comes in prideful parades.
Masquerades!
You've lost hope in Me.
You've lost hope in Me.
Sometimes I wonder what exactly you feel
Drowning in total darkness,
Sitting in your pew of lowly loneliness.
Why should you lose hope in Me?
Why should you lose hope in Me?
When I, Love, in Me is the real deal.
Everything true you need to know of Me is in Corinthians thirteen.
Get this true knowledge and the heaviness will be lightened.
Come back to the abandoned path
Come back to the abandoned path
You may not have it all juicy but there'll laughs.
Happy moments will be made,
Beaitiful colours to behold with different shades.
Love, the pillar holding the world
Without her, we're all done for.
All will fade away, but she remains always
Keeping the Earth together in all ways.
-Yes!
-No!
-I was here first!
-Guess that's why you're so bold.
Conflicts in a bottle
Differences in constant tussle.
-Yes!
-No!
-I can't go through that test
-Is that why you are so cold?
Contrasts in alignment
Love puts all in assessment.
-Yes!
-No!
-Yes. I should do this before I rest.
-No. You should relax before you go.
Opposites in harmony
Love puts all in perfect melody.
Perfect blending. Safe landing. Happy
ending.
Impossibilities exist not where love rules.
Those who believe not are just fools.
He hears the sound of her voice,
He wets the ground on that note
For what He hears conflicts in His soul.
He hears the sound of her voice,
He stands now, to there he'd go
For what He hears fights His mode.
He sees the state of her state
He again wets the ground to a lake
For it fights His state
It conflicts with His name
Her whole world is in shambles.
He takes her at the hand...
He is kind, He means her well and,
He leads her out to a light-full land.
Love in her eyes, but hate in his voice.
He hates the way she loves him,
She loves the way he hates her.
His love is like ice, but to her it's like noise.
She loves the way he shows it,
He hates the way she holds it.
Love, always in suffice especially when from the loins.
He wants to be with her to the end
She wants him to forever remain her friend.
LIFE APART
I see you and you see me,
But we don't ever meet.
Different worlds apart,
Should it also be lives apart?
You have a twinkly face and I'm glowering.
I am happy and you are sad.
Different feelings apart.
Should it also be hearts apart?
It shouldn't be like this.
Even when the sun runs from the moon,
She still supplies her with light.
Yes. Worlds apart with hands reaching out.
Even when the morning shifts for the evening,
They still merge to produce the twilight.
Times apart rendering helping hands.
It should always be like this.
Howbeit as it seems, things have remained the
same;
The hurts of the people and all of their pain
Have become an epitaph in our veins
Even all of our efforts have ended up driving us
insane.
From the look of things, far away is still change.
Tears in the sun have become our fun.
Dining and wining while in our pants are guns.
Where on earth has our kindness gone?
In suffering and smiling is our fate born.
And until we find and place love high, we are
done.
Can we come back to the days with Good Samaritans?
Can we call for help and get it, not left to be
suntanned?
Where humanity will be humane enough to lend a
hand.
Where as a people will be poison to evil and good
be flame-fanned.
And until we become allergic to malign, healing
cannot befall our land.
Promises of a bang-up future but really, it is
exile.
Hopes that got us toiling in turmoil, we have
forgotten how to smile.
Each time they come back pleading, “Please just a
little while”,
“Just relax while we build the walls with tiles…
…and paint the world with lies”.
Tears in the sun have become our playground
Rejoicing in an emptiness where war is found,
Retiring to pain and misery where we have made our
lounge.
Who really can deport us from this fooling around?
Tears in the sun – Can anyone hear our welling cry
sound?
