GUILT

...Encountering a conscience made negative
Guilt destabilise the unifom rhythm of conscience positive
Sympathy manifestations yet doom considered absolute
Guilt, travels through the synapses of the cerebral hemispheres as though speed faster than that of x-rays
Guilt, soul seizure like the edges of Excalibur
Gyration of rage-adrenalin pumping
Pin head mistakes magnified, approach seems unattainable
Death considered-after life given after thought
Friends become foes
Lovers assume position enemy
Bright days to very cloudy days
Sunshine days to foggy days
Decorum to pandemonium
Truth vanished, image tarnished
Guilt is hopeless to hope
Guilt, faceless to reproach
Guilt is conscience made negative.

But it is for Guilt to come at its own time
And its for you not to slumber in it
Slumber in it then and be guilty again
But slumber not is to go and SIN NO MORE!

Prayer

Dear God,

I have been thinking lately and I realised I need to call on you one of these days
It should be everyday Father but my sins are many and holding sway
Even my foes Daddy, in my path they claim to stay
Judge me oh Lord but not with my sinful ways
But put into consideration my saintly days
And never will I again stay far away or go astray
To enemy's dismay put the prince of darkness at bay
In my morrow Lord, bless me with plenty pay
And a good wife, a companion on which I'll be proud to lay.

When I'm very old, put my children and their descendants through in their dangerous plays
And the same mistake I made or of any other form, may they never make
So that when my time comes and I leave this place for the clay, grant me the grace and wings to bounce and fly back to your domain like reflected rays.

Amen!

Lamentations of an onlooker

The reason of the issue is very key
Truth is a pain so sharp like the sting of bee
Yet the world of deception is a synonym of the world of 'she'
In the mundane orchestra of life many a situation of love I've been privileged to see
Few sweet, many bitter, many more sour like some fruits of the citrus tree
She-teaching the subject of oneness but all a lying spree
And sampling from one 'he' to another 'he', is all the same story
Tell me,
When from the clutches of Eve would Adam be free
To whom like Wisdom will all 'he' clench and shall never flee?

Like the spread of sea the pains she inflicts is very in depth, her mind so cunny
And for he, all he sees is her eternal face of glory
He says, her mind is chaste, her thoughts holy
But who could blame 'he' for his folly when for the wrongs she does he thinks she is ready to lament a true latest sorry
Tell me,
When from the wicked world of she will he be free
To whom like 'Third Eye' will all 'he' behold and shall never flee?

Prayer

Things that I like please don't hurt me
Things that will hurt me I pray not to like
Not all good things are profitable
Not all profitable things makes you whole

Memorial

This day (May 26, 2003) my stomach sang songs I couldn't dance to
In memory of the one that is called Bashiru
What a hullabaloo
Your head was blown off as though a thousand flakes of dew
Damn I really miss you
But you knew cultism was a taboo
Yet you surrendered yourself to the devilish woo
And and stuck your head deep into it like a tattoo
Even when your friends were shouting boo

But now that you are gone none of this seems to matter
Even when you are closer to gehena than paradise I don't mean to flatter
If you are asked to choose one of those liquids now you would know water will be better
If you are asked to make a choice never forget to write a letter
To all the thugs left in the project, they have to run for cover
Pain is real, hell more real, they have to learn to love one another
Drop the sheilds and break their swords, damn they have to be wiser
For in these times of Lucifer only the holier will live to see the return of the Father.

Rest in wherever!

The paradox

The paradox of my little secret
Its so well kept but yet the gist is all over the street
She got me so  high on her like am high on spirit
Her sex appeal just right at the treshold of fiver pitch
The paradox of my little secret

The paradox of my little secret
A parody of my lustful frivolity
She's got a body so beautiful with utter finality
And when I behold her my personality is borderline insanity
The paradox of my little secret

The paradox of my little secret
Eyes burning with flame of desire yet with tell tale sign of not too distant finish line
Her tongue forming the word 'Goodbye'yet reading 'you are forever mine'
This conundrum is such that I can't help but smile
The paradox of my little secret

The legend of my little secret
So well kept yet the gist is all over the street!