MUSPIRATIONS

That moment when deafening silence strips your imaginations stark naked. Into the hall of deep meditations, ashamed. Then, in a trance, you enter into the realms of the holy of holies. Worshipping without words... Then your tears tells the stories of a stray and wayward life. Trying to find its way back, into the arms of the Savior. But your thoughts begin to wage war. On the fields where profanity holds sway. You begin to ask. Are you destined to be a sinner. Hope of heaven looks bleak. A mirage because your sub-con has been reprogrammed, with codes of the flesh. A virus that has replicated into tantrums of passions, contrary to your spirits' enterprise. And yes you know the end is here, yet, you look helpless. Your mind being poisoned to accept your fate. So you try to bring others to salvation at the expense of your own redemption. #musingsOfaLostSoul (c) July 19, 2015

This heart,   in these dense waters of confusion, is about to drown . Struggling helplessly   to live , within the sphere of sanity. Like a dry leaf ignited, in a wild forest, During the season of harmattan. Affections began a friendly fire Between two roads, Reality and abstraction. Spreading and consuming, Every substance in its path I'm now left with the ashes   Of a mixture , That depicts the essence of wild insanity. When memories struggle for air in a crowd of emotions Protesting for the presence of a goddess To explain the reason why they are being denied The wages of peace and tranquility When she is absent. When passions begin to draw Imaginations on gentle winds With the ink of time Creating an artistically designed sketch Of peace in the congregation of chaos Then feelings, as you know it, Have become nameless . To define its nature would be a sin to words ever spoken, heard or written   All rights reserved ...

Mocking dusk of pain and sorrow Frail not i, the smiles of dawn Seethe the anger for tomorrow And my flaws, in mercies turn Setting hands beneath white showers, To feel snow flakes of the sky With a heart of guilt that cowers, Before silence deafening cry Strands of wisdom, thus lies beneath Long-sufferings feigned delay In the landscapes of sin and death. We find bliss in hopes' swift sway Finding the sacred tears of dawn Upon the leaves of sheer delight We pray to have our joys return With crystals shining bright As the sun rises from the east Cresting the pale blue sky Upon the the embers of our bliss Scorning deep darkness cry Fading the sorrows of the past Tearing the clouds of blue As the sun rises with a cast As our fears misconstrue Mocking dusk of pain and sorrow Frail not i, the smiles of dawn Seethe the anger for tomorrow And my flaws in mercies turn 11.51pm, 10th July 2015 All rights Reserved

Today, he kept on looking at the mirror Staring at an image haunched in habitual dolor. "Who am i?" ...he whispers, staring deep into the dark pigments of his eyes. At this time, flashes begin with the horrors of a soul squashed in the pallors of self-ruin Fragments of a life that have eaten its own sin. Digested and filled, With the crumbles of pity and its din, glitching of reckless redemption. He has seen this image before A déjà vu from the fifth dimension of time Creeping into his world of reality. That defines fear as the presence of an entity beyond the walls of his imagination. All rights reserved 15 Jan 2016

Dried scales of white skin paled by dust, Of season, blessed by flight which, many dawns caressed its frost, In gentle rays of white. For many, time feigned its delay In fleeting slurs of speed. A little compromise replayed In dawning wakes of need. We try to mend our broken mind On engraved stones of zeal Focus amends our hearts to find Visions and goals revealed In foilages of hope betrayed In straws of travails past We gained strength from the part they played Saving the best for last The campaigns began in slow hypes Families gather means The year tolls to its close in stripes Of tension, in failed dreams Of times we spent on words that reel In chatters void and dumb The remnants of our inner will Threshed down by fear, benumbed The breath of dryness brings relief In feelings cold and blue That Christ was born for man's reprieve For sin, to make anew The soul of dirt, putting to death The nature of old self. Salvation brings a new rebirth Cleansing our inner self As dust cling...