In the Hearts of Men

how long does it take the tree to grow?
how long does it take the seed to sprout
amidst bliss by the river that never runs dry?
how wary is the sower of seeds
about the nature of seeds sown?
for seeds do become trees and
they do bare much fruits.

blindness of the heart—
the deceitfulness of destruction.
Darkness the mystery—
cloacked with pride in a deceitful
fanning fame of popularity and stardom.

put the rod to the back,
save the soul from the bottomless hole.
pray the rod plays it role that the soul
may be whole and taste the light.

what differences?
what differences exist between
a nuclear bomb and a nuclear pile?
except that one is channelled towards
destruction and the other towards
positive construction by means of a rod;
and except therefore the Almighty
had intervened with His Rod thereof; an addon.

an addon to the list of troubles on your streets,
an addon to the list of terror and terrorists,
an addon to the number of thugs and
gangsters in your neighborhood,
an addon to the list of those appointed to die,
an addon to the souls never to see the light.

what then lies inherently in the bad guy
and never was in the good guy?
what storm birthe the still water and
made the troubled water boil?

where do lost souls go?
where do hovering spirits marked
for darkness roost?
buy back from the market of souls,
the appointtees for darkness;
who long ago let down all guards and
exchanged their souls on the platter
of their will for the life enshrined in darkness;
let them find a place to rest in the light.

Unspoken Truth

Deposit of power—deposit of trouble!
Its either I exercise it and destroy the destroyer
or I don’t and the destroyer consumes me.
There exists a swelling within me,
by the day it grows.
I try to suppress and choke it, but the more I do,
the more it suppresses me and throws me into bondage.

Therefore I see I have become a slave!
Slave to that swelling inside of me.
Spirit, soul, flesh and blood steer up conflict within and outside of me;
with my spirit desiring to do what is right,
but my flesh negates every will of the spirit thereby causing war within,
my soul just gets fed up with the battle between my spirit and flesh;
it guns and yearns for departure into rest—backyard of conflicts and lies!

At the brink of a cruxes pedestal my life is hanging,
the seed planted has become a tree by the rivers
and these rivers must be living else this tree should be dead!
The crescendo has made up to an ecstasy that can’t be gainsaid about.
I’m in trouble help me!
The seed of truth would not let me be till I serve it,
but my flesh loathes this seed.

My spirit is bound to it forever and a servant forever,
but flesh and blood are rebellious causing uneasiness
within and outside of me oh poor me!
Who is going to help me?
Who will deliver me from this plague?
Just one! Just one!
I mean, just once to let the swelling an outburst, maybe just maybe!

Truth swells, help me—flesh and blood cry!
What a pitiable item I’ve become!
I trudged the maternity and beheld screaming
cut through and pierce through the environ,
emotions ran wild in me and
pity for the woman ate me up.
And I am not pitiable myself?

Outside she was hard pressed,
inside is a big creature seeking an unleashing
through a tiny exit,
then all of a sudden, a big-bang mess;
baby in dirt, blood and water flow never mixing.
Then I considered after a very long while—what I call a trick,
she who cried and screamed is now asking for more.

Hmm…
who knows maybe if I let this swelling out
the woman is my mirror?
But what if flesh and blood gets angry
and destroys me for yielding to the spirit?
What if the truth doesn’t deliver me?
What if I get in trouble by my flesh?

I have come to an edge—
if I die, I die! If I perish, I perish!
I must choose this day.
Then I considered that truth is good,
that we need speak the truth
for the sake of those that doesn’t have the power to.
And that when we speak it, we gain power!

And since what swells in me gains power every day,
why flow against this current?
I will rub my skin with the cream called power,
that the outside might balance the inside
and I gain stability on all sides.
This is my decision and it’s final!
Truth swells—flesh and blood cry!

Calling

Callings of a distance,
utterances of my name,
thoughts of me in an invisible and eternal heart,
meditations of my assignment upon a heavenly canvass;
the tingling of my ears.

Tingling of my ears!
Tingling of my ears as though a heavenly
conference is holding,
my name on the table, my life deliberated,
all hands on deck and all sleeves rolled up;
time of my unleashing!

Callings of a distance,
tingling of my ears,
build ups of armies on mountains,
hour of action; destiny yearning!

The road to walk,
the path to thread,
the loneliness of the road of destiny,
calling of a distance,
tingling of my ears,
pedestal of glory,
onlookers of the moment,
the fulfilling of destiny.

though man should by all means walk the path of equity, yet equality is a utopian pedestal that can never be attained.

The Constant Variable

Foolishness and madness are one;
They are companions and roll together.
Let X be a variable;
Foolishness + Madness =X

There is wisdom
And then there is a thin line between
Wisdom and X
X = foolishness + madness.

Between wisdom, foolishness and madness
There is a thin line.
A wise heart in the midst and power of
Its wisdom can utter stack foolishness
And raven madness; that even the
Foolish man would be a great judge
And the madman an upright spirit.

An unguided mind!
An unguided great mind is susceptible to
Stack foolishness and raven madness.
Any great mind not guided by the word of truth
Can display a foolishness that even the most foolish
Man on earth would feel on top of the world.

With much foolishness not guided by the
Word of truth is a glaring shallowness,
Though not seen by the world most times
Because it is accounted for fashion.
The border post is so thin that;
If one is wise, you don’t want to get to the other end.