-Alleluia! Christ is risen
-His love carved in greisen
-A new dawn of sunrise
-Anew in faith we rise
-Strength and beauty arise
-Lifting hope of paradise.
-Shine your light
-And make it bright
-Shine your star
-And snub the scar
-As the old depart
-For a fresh start.
We gather and hear granny’s alluring stories
Granny isn’t frail, she’s old and grey
So, we wake up every morning to her story of glories
And of woes, because not every story will obey….
Oh no! see how that bullet turns up
And, did life just depart her without hiccup! ?
Ick! I’m troubled by that pain on her face….
And that I'm a newbie Is not reason for me to die Witless in this snarl-up; When the war is another setup. In this dark shadow of war Lies my story of learning And memories beyond the smear; A starter pack in my journey of unlearning. If I feel that you must hear It's so you stop this repugnant war Because we serve you in fear; And no hope that the end is near. I gather that hate is distasteful Yet, we serve it in wars Howling like wolves and avatars; But discarding talks that are peaceful.
Walk in as you wish That's my tribe, And just as you cherish You'll stay in the sea and flourish. My tribe has kept the tradition Of them that left before us; From a notion to motion Love is served in this nexus. And they that tasted its hug Said it was without sour; A display of splendour. And here's the cup; A story of belonging The bloodshed notwithstanding. And there's the pickup; Passed down hup hup! From a man to woman I say, From woman to man All day, From father to daughter And yay, It's a story of laughter! Laughter that's walking away As war grasps the subway But nay, To the tribe where our secret lies Our tenacity never dies! A tribe without a hue, we're a rainbow.
A wise woman, who's also you I'll stay in your womb; like the lilies of the valley. A wise woman, who's also you I'll walk you down the alley; away from nature's tomb. A wise woman, who's also you I'll radiate you in the galley; like the fleur-de-lys, mom. A wise woman, who's also you I'll stay in the pink of your love; athwart the miles betwixt us. A wise woman, who's also you I'll laugh and be the dove; of the punctilious tides of your opus.
I see them on the street, Walking my way to school in discreet. And in trucks and on rooftops, They stare judgmentally at stops. Cops with some underlying friction, Like they are mad at me being alive. I was taking a walk from school, My LAST! A final walk into my blood pool. No way to elude a bullet Today my life is taken like a wallet A slug that comes in to derail my dream Halting a desire to fulfill my divine realm. A thriving self is cut to a lifeless body, More is how Mom would dare to stare; At me owning a dead body, And Dad staying strong in this nightmare. A journey I make early at seven For a free dwelling in heaven Without time to wallow in self-pity Behind me the darkness lingers. Free and open the space swings, Yet, Saul's disciple stalled my life engine. All fears and tears, For peers still on the steering wheel Without having to conquer.
This emerging pattern of who you are May in no time take away your star It's like we only win when you win Is it also possible that 'I' win only when we win? If this too plays that we fail when you win There is then the truth that your win is failure What's the point of your win if it cannot lure? If we do not win when you do not win Then you are in quest of the wrong win You just are. You are not a star!
I met a girl with beauty's touch, Of a way, she leaned into a crouch, Unbeknownst to her, my heart skipped, And went out of sync like no one anticipated. A tulip whose glow faded my breath, In what was a delightful springtime. Afar, she was an adorable eastertime, But beyond the glow, there's pain beneath. When she spoke of her agony, My heart refused to sleep in testimony. It was like an unexpected wintertime, Variation of grief and venom for a lifetime. Afanwi and family were in hunt of refuge, A lifeline from the terrifying hooting of gunshots, When some gun-wielding monsters fired shots, And alone, she survived by subterfuge.
A green snake in the lush greenery, Wearing a luxuriant smile of ingratitude, Garbed in semantic exactitude. Of virtuous nature speaks of love, Except that he professes in pretense, A delightful tenor of your gloomy days Using the lord's name without offense. You could well die of torture, In this grim face of society, Of plots and conspiracy, By his likes, paying you back with perdition. But nay, Even in burden, you refuse to sleep. ‘Oh no! all that don't matter, ' You said, from five feet deep! I am struck by your reassuring words, All the more, by your move to fight on. You held out your little candle, And let it shine! I fail to understand my own existence, Sometimes, I think of vacating in silence, But your life shows me benevolence. I cannot leave, I will deal.
