NEWNESS

Here is to 2nd chances.

NEWNESS

God says:

I am the Weaver of Life and so I sew together Adam and Eve,

These were created to be partakers with me;

But in exercising free will,

They flirted with the serpent and departed from MY will;

I tumbled them out of my garden, like Jack and Jill down the hill.

But they were still my children so I blessed their union with Abel and Cain,

Only for jealousy to consume Cain completely,

Killing his brother discretely, CSI Miami.

And as men multiplied, evil multiplied with them,

And so I lined the earth with harpic, and flushed the system.

To my own I called Noah, the connoisseur of species.

I abruptly summoned Abram to leave Haran, changed his name to Abraham the Father of nations,

And out of that lineage came Joseph, the techni-colour coatist,

Moses, the murderer, whom of Israelite slavery ,I used as an abolitionist,

Yet for forty years I Tokyo drifted my people in the desert because they were fast at making me furious,

Until a generation passed and I brought them into the Promised Land.

1200 years later,

My people were still in need of a Saviour;

Someone who would deliver them like a baby after a mother’s labour.

His qualifications would have to be- righteous, spotless, holy and obedient;

He would not only settle the matter, but for future generations of mankind, He would be the precedent.

His name is Jesus!!

Man says:

Righteous for the unrighteous - Jesus!!

Holy for the unholy – Jesus!!

Royalty for a worm like me – Jesus!!

When I pause and consider my life reflected,

You have done too much for me to stand here, calm and collected;

You have saved me from the slaughter, from the fire and now I’m connected;

I was destined for hell and enslaved to sin and my status read, “REJECTED!!”

Infected!! Without a chance of getting to heaven, dejected!!

But your love was after my heart and my pulse it detected,

And though my sin objected,

My heart of stone was melted;

You drew me to You as your own, your selected.

And Calvary?

Yes Calvary!!

My past, present and future met in that instant!!

My past sin washed clean by Your present sacrifice to secure my future inheritance!!

Now that’s what you call deliverance!

And as the river runs within its banks,

You call me to walk guarded within Your arms;

God says:

Look through my Word, look into my intents.

I purchased you from the contract of death to a contract of life, new terms;

Love me and let me demonstrate my love for you,

Live for me and I will cause life to bud in you.

Be reconciled to you King and the keys to the Kingdom will be freely given to you.

New love, new life, new terms.

Man says:

What have I done to deserve such favour;

That a God who would be justified to hammer me with penalties

Would instead elect to waiver?

I can only approach such a God thus:

I will love You;

I will serve You;

I will humble myself, bow down before You;

Would the passion of my heart be aligned to the Purpose of Yours!!

Make no mistake!

My resolve is firm, no Harlem can shake!!

I APOLOGIZE FOR ME

Hey,

So my last post was mid last year? (Shame on me!!) Been in the wilderness of math.

This is my first crack at Pantoum. Note the repeating lines throughout the piece. 

Try it!!

I APOLOGIZE FOR ME

Watch this message that I weave,

I think it’s clever and smart,

I can’t offer you any reprieve,

But I can begin right from the start.

I think it’s clever and smart,

To admit when one is wrong,

But I can begin right from the start,

Apologizing for my sins hidden so long.

To admit when one is wrong,

Is this the beginning of release?

Apologizing for my sins hidden so long,

This frees the soul and kills the beast.

Is this the beginning of release?

I can’t offer you any reprieve,

This frees the soul and kills the beast,

Watch this message that I weave.

PAIN

*Wrote this for a concert in May this year. It was meant to vocalise a guy's hurt. Ever felt like life's punching bag? Like everything in the universe is out to get you? Have you ever felt....

PAIN

I'm lost in lust and party with pictures of porn,


So there….JUDGE ME!!

I can’t stand the sound of silence,

The guilt, like the titanic, is too grande to ignore,

And so I decide to drown it in drink!

And so I drink up and drink big

-Internationale!

Russian Vodka!

French wine

Japanese saki,

American whiskey,

And they all leave me---lifted...but later

Wasted, deflated, destroyed.

Pissed off, angry, annoyed!!

And so I sink deeper, eager,

Drowning and already submerged ego.



I look at what I have,

And it just won’t/ doesn’t cut it!

Or come close to nearly being enough,

Still living under mum’s roof!

Really? That’s rough!

How will I find my independent woman,

When I’m still a dependent man?

And my bank balance reads five thousand?

This doesn’t fell fair,

I'm here laid bare,

Virtually naked!

While you sit and stare!

You can’t help me!!

Unless you can make me Steve Job’s heir.



So would you blame me for the pain?

For hating

A far-flung and forgotten father figure

An absent anomaly,

A man who was never around.

A man who said ‘Peace’,

Got lost and was never found.

If he ever did showed,

I’d .... you don’t want to know...

But don’t give me those eyes of pity,

Like ‘Oh poor him,’

You don’t know me!!

Your understanding of it all, is at best... really slim.

FOUND FILTHY

Preface:

It is very easy to get caught up in the daily routines and forget what it’s like to live a little. I recently had the opportunity to visit Ole Kasasi.

This is partly inspired by everything I took in. But it only crystallised when I sat quietly.

Preface II:

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but with God, everything you behold IS His beauty.

Making my life count for God’s fame and renown…

FOUND FILTHY

He desires a lifestyle that brings nothing but glory to Him,

His name is Elohim,

And I’m just another man,

A son of Adam.

He knows I have nothing to offer,

His renown should be all I’m after.

His fame should be my purpose,

My life His resource.

A light for this generation,

Inadequate and insecure…

That’s an accurate self-description.

Plagued by doubt,

Chasing my tail as if it can tell me what I’m about.

Unsettled by inactivity,

My faith a tiny ray,

Through an even tinier cavity.

Lord, are You there?

And do You hear?

I can’t seem to tune in...

Interference when I listen in...

It’s all static!

In fact it

Feels like I don’t have the frequency.

[Or is it me?]

I rack my brain,

Searching for truths about You.

You don’t expect me to know it all,

For I wouldn’t trust You for it all.

In my emptiness,

This vessel can only be filled by Your fragrance,

Your freshness.

How?

Through time spent with You

A cool hill top breeze.

But why?

[Pause]

And now I get it...

All You ever wanted,

Was time spent with me…

Yes…time spent with me…

…Me?

[eyes water]

I don’t think You get it…

Why me?

... so filthy…

A floor rug that You embrace to Your face.

Do you get it?

SO I THINK I LIKE HER

[When common friends begin to fall for each other, it's what I call "Emotional ballroom dancing". We all play it. I just happened to be the platform for 'their' dance.]

HIM:

I wish I had it all figured out,

I wish I could say that this is the final product

 and thus it is ready to roll out.

But I can’t!

 and right now,

 I realise that that is NO reason not to say it...

I like her.

HER:

I wonder if he has figured out,

That I wonder if he wonders I do,

But if I work real hard I’ll keep it under wraps,

And will neither give myself up,

Nor deposit a clue,

But God knows my heart knows,

I like him.

HIM:

Falling in love is easy,

Attractive eyes,

beautiful smile

and sweet voice.

Staying in love is the hard bit,

Fights,

 misunderstanding,

compromise and preferences.

But, irrespective of the instances...

 I like her.

HER:

Agony is debating,

There’s no pleasure in waiting,

And what if he’s a bastard in the end?

With no assurance,

And no guarantee,

But risking

My whole heart in

For no other reason,

than that I like him.

HIM:

Well she doesn’t know yet,

So no need to tell her,

We’ll call it our little secret.

From heart to pen to paper,
[whispering...]

I really do like her...

HER:

Well he doesn’t know yet,

So no need to expect him,

I’ll store my feelings at the back,

In a bottle and cork the rim,
[whispering...]

I’ll wait for him.

SOLILOQUY AND DOODLING

(Here is the concept... Add a healthy portion of the creative mind to the free flow of words and what do you get? Soliloquy and doodling... Feel free to add your doodle...)

Soliloquy and doodling is writing without the ‘e’ in ‘th_m_,’
But writing out of the stream of thoughts that shines through,
The fogginess of one’s mind like light beams -Neon blue!
Yet it isn’t as random as it seems,
For it will eventually be revealed and seen
To be like a little luxury every day... so fresh and so clean!

Like Bonga points,
Soliloquy and doodling is set to redeem Written Word air time.
For written word is the crop,
But it is the cream;
The rest are hot water,
But it is the steam!
It’s the stuff that gleams,
When one’s mouthpiece is under layers of rusted weeds.
For when life feels stagnant as though put on freeze,
Words pull out their mittens, marvins and skis
And verbally skate over mental ponds, lakes and seas.
So a round of applause please...
As Soliloquy and Doodling takes a bow, crosses his ‘i’s and dots his ‘t’s!!

SPONTANEOUS.

( I should be working hard for my employer, but I wrote this instead...call this a tea-break!!)

Take the opportunity while you can!
That’s the motto for the year!
This isn’t the same as grab, grab, grab all you can,
It’s more like take the chance, get over your fears.
(weak intro)

Life is like cement,
All its potential is stored in bags.
And nothing constructive happens,
til the bag is ripped to bits,
And discarded in the trash.
(better middle)

Imagine you are a prime number…
Nothing can cut you down.
Divisible only by 1 and yourself.
For all opportunity is given by 1 God,
who is King and crowned,
And life lived by 1 “you”…when? ...RIGHT...NOW.
(reflective finish...lemon face)

PS: the largest prime number has over 12 million digits.