Temple of Words

Can I do this! Can I go! Can I get out! Can I overcome ? My heart began to thump very high. I knew I should have faith, I knew that was the only thing that could bring me out of the mess. I've heard the pastor, my mother had said it, that with faith all is settled, but with this trouble...! Ah! with this trauma,  what I feel is fear, fear that runs through all parts of my liver, and detaches my Strength from my strength. Ah! I've failed to learn! Ah! I cannot stand, Ah! I've been overshadowed by that which I ought to have overpowered a long time ago. What I have is not faith, No, that is gone, No! it's still there, but fear has covered it, fear has sucked it out of me, leaving a mirage of its real self, No! it has solidified it, making it flowless and stagnant.  If only I could have prepared myself for long; praying, reading the word and building up myself in my most holy faith, praying in the Holy ghost, then I could have become the fear of faith which my fea

"...for at the mention of a low-voiced 'Sir', his ears, of which one would have expected to be too weak to respond to any form of environmental sound stimuli triggered his senses that his head turned towards quickly towards my direction...." Read and see if you can attempt the question at the end of the post.  (Questions are to be answered in the comment box. Just click comment, choose your I.D (google, name, etc.,) before putting in your comment or submitting it.) The question of what do our beliefs tell us, how does it frame our minds and how are we able to react to situations concerning cultural differences, has been a great ground created for discussion.  What do we make of various reactions emanating from personal beliefs, sentimental reasoning and recurrent judgements that claw every surrounding belief that contradicts what has been held as unique, true by another belief? Here is an instance: I knew it was the best thing to do. A

Guns of rotten rusted and twisted mouths Cells of sells and gains of pains Sanity hidden behind insane cranium It comes with a strong knock on one's door! Koh! Koh! Koh! koh!!!!! Then.... Fallen statuses risen above a standing me Whiteness has become the back of a never-washed pot The green is a mixed hyena's bile and gutter Spirogyra Rotten blue and black uniform, corrupt stupidity Friendship of a dragged down boom turned doom Independent giant martial force driven by lesser forces Who force it and make it a force form of false muscularity- dead maturity Guns of rotten rusted and twisted mouths Cells of sells and gains of pains Sanity hidden behind insane cranium What bullshit! A bloody nonsense bull shot! Misty eyes of cloudy saviours Knocks of pleads and abegs Brown enveloped brains of dusty duty drains Blue shirted nonsenses, jails of foolishness Sold out minds, influential jails from rubbish hails. Nonsense! Early mo

In your eyes I see beyond the beyond, farther than my father's backward woven cap of ancient tonguing wisdom. In your calm black retina I see an aesthetic future formed Beyond the shores of black thought. I see the life we will build, The costing verses of nuptial classes The tubers of yam enslaved baskets With curve bashes of filled grey sap From Tapper splashes In your eyes I see beyond the beyond, farther than my father's backward woven cap of ancient tonguing wisdom. I see myself mixed in sandy songs Reformed, transformed into standing trees, truly strong. I see the idle feet of mine captured in a long held campaign infinite strata of deserted head long complaints Structured in a sloppy island of a no-man-escape Tamed by the toothed trashing mood, Formed by barricaded atmosphere of Coldness and loneliness Making suicide to compete for a replacement of the working lungs and free-gifted life tool. But all at a single glance V

And he survived not because he could human he was too made in form of fleshy tool to know, to feel, to see Dumped with a kiss by the one he loved led to the wood by the ones, be saved ripped off and stripped Naked his body was showered upon him was spittle! pain not little! burden dropped upon his shoulder weak he was, but strong not that which dwelt in the body but that burdened by love And he survived not because he could human he was too made in form of fleshy tool to know, to feel, to see to recognise, to be part, to behold the challenges of man- so he could bare  the doom man was then sure to share and it dropped from his body, BLOOD OF REDEMPTION just like man made to bow for his own pain Upon that wood of sin he still blessed, cured and saved; still gave peace Yes! Still loved, upon the cross still loved And taught what forgiveness was He forgave man and forbade the domination of Sin upon the face of the earth Upon

In a field, green and gay Men upon this field they run  They kept on pouring and rushing With same pace, same purpose and aim They kept on running and rushing Suddenly some legs began to move Fast, faster, fastest With the same legs but Quick, Quicker, Quickest Others drank down bewilderment But the Quick, Quicker, Quickest Were not surprised Neither were they tired Rather, they continued to be  Faster and Faster Leaving others behind to tell their tale Don't relent in your journey with Christ, you have overcome just has Christ.

Periods of odds will pass away Leaving you to keep smiling and highly gay Spoken and broken are your words Shattered and battered, your worlds Blunt, cannot hunt your self-esteem It emits dying heat, your joyful steam Faints like beaten saints, your great talent  But don't be caught and don't relent Shed not tears in bed, don't be iced! Become not some cloth that is ragged Rise and be no mouse with running heart-beat Very soon, you'll like the sour cherry become sweet Periods of odds will pass away Leaving you to keep smiling and highly gay It's only time before you become what will come; relent not....

Most times you wonder, about the country's chaos, you pounder. You can't understand why from place to place like thunder everywhere strikes harshly with horror, and terror and... creating fears in the minds of those who should say peace and hope and...  silence... soon dominates.

As I walked gently gently Pass the home of lost men Men who behaved strongly strongly While in the cave of breath And it came slowly slowly  That man is life's puppet . Mide Benedict Let's not wonder too much but greatly ponder so much Peace!

At last, all will be a tripling snuggle No matter the trouble coming No matter the double stoning No matter the stumbling hurdle No matter the tumbling turtle At last, all will be a tripling snuggle

What have found out in life is that it's just a count of moments, full of nothing, except what you make of it.  Don't forget to cherish truly Love very dearly Act very calmly Listen very freely Talk very slowly For you never know, those you see some minutes ago, may become nothing you know tomorrow. Life is short, make it worth the shot.

But found out that it hides in a plate of some chromic heart Refuging in the structure of a deep down dome. Which is soon to be known when time's metamorphic stand I found a broom by the secured sacred stone Of a greenish god whose eyes are White The broom has heads of browns and blacks Tied together by a black rope smiling like July's evening sun They call it change. And as one man passed by it, as I watched with my eyes His hands, covered by the long and huge apparel on him, Swinging left and right with a swash and swash sound. With a strange familiar gesture on his face, a gallery of smiles came to be. This act of his I tried to melt  But found out that it hides in a plate of some chromic heart Refuging in the structure of a deep down dome. Which is soon to be known when time's metamorphic stand Has, like a clean wool be rubbed and caught in its greatest  Misery of a smelling dirty mud Rubbed off its pure soul and stage like a caugh