Standing by the Jordan banks was a man - the Messiah
God amongst us, He humbled himself
Walked with humanity understood human calamity
Yet graced with divinity
Did not clamour for fame nor publicity....
Standing at the brink is humanity
Cordoned by sins propensity
Man eat man, hate man conformity
Displaced from grace all creation's misplaced
He died to give back hope to a lost people... The Christ
our Saviour, our safety , our sanity
Titles for free, some paid for
none truly of merit
Perception of mans worth
Rendered from man to man
Yet God has through Christ titled believers Co heirs, beloved, seated on high
The very righteousness of God
If one was to stand in titles, may it be in this
Blood bought, written in the book of Life
Jesus our Kingsman Redeemer
No title can rival
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Spirit of our Nation
Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you
Where do you reside
Is it in hearts you hide?
Where can one pin point your location?
Are you a corporate hope of an inner vexation?
Are you buried in the ground?
Sons and daughters whispering from a secret mound
Are you daily pounding on the streets?
Reciting Wananchi’s inner conflicts
Are you in the breasts of Fathers and Mothers?
Resounding prayers from different hallowed quarters
Are you in the slums?
Tired of waiting for hand outs, tired of being described the so called hoodlums
Do you speak from the rural enclose
Are your opinions and purpose a threatened recluse
Who hears your voice, does it whisper or shout
Does it have choice, merit or clout?
Mama Mboga, Jua Kali Hawker
Are you in the breathe of the Casual Worker
Construction laborer, Farm or Dock hand
Where do you stand?
Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you
Are you just a phantom voice?
Having no shape or poise
Are you extinct?
Having no abode or precinct
Are you past, present or future
Perhaps speaking from our culture
Are you enshrined in our constitution?
Are you recognized in our young men’s visions?
Are you good and fair?
Or do you break and tear
Is your cause just or is gain your thrust
Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you
Just who are you
Where do you reside
Is it in hearts you hide?
Where can one pin point your location?
Are you a corporate hope of an inner vexation?
Are you buried in the ground?
Sons and daughters whispering from a secret mound
Are you daily pounding on the streets?
Reciting Wananchi’s inner conflicts
Are you in the breasts of Fathers and Mothers?
Resounding prayers from different hallowed quarters
Are you in the slums?
Tired of waiting for hand outs, tired of being described the so called hoodlums
Do you speak from the rural enclose
Are your opinions and purpose a threatened recluse
Who hears your voice, does it whisper or shout
Does it have choice, merit or clout?
Mama Mboga, Jua Kali Hawker
Are you in the breathe of the Casual Worker
Construction laborer, Farm or Dock hand
Where do you stand?
Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you
Are you just a phantom voice?
Having no shape or poise
Are you extinct?
Having no abode or precinct
Are you past, present or future
Perhaps speaking from our culture
Are you enshrined in our constitution?
Are you recognized in our young men’s visions?
Are you good and fair?
Or do you break and tear
Is your cause just or is gain your thrust
Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you
No More Shame
NO MORE
No more a picture of someone else’s imagery
No more introspective dichotomy
No more decried daughter of eve
No more answer to laced venomous peeve
No more shame within
No more relegated to voiceless existence
No more regarded as object of circumstance
No more imputed and marred
The title of Woman scorned and scarred
No more shame within
No more playing caricatured description
No more victimized by Medias prescription
No more flustered by worldly depiction
No more open to self prophesied infliction
No more shame within
No more secondary in intelligence quota
No more illusionary in leaderships rota
No more discounted in corporate functions
No more embarrassed as a specie of emotional unction
No more shame within
No more belittled indeed daughters of God
No more tossed aside like creatures of worthless sod
No more, for in Christ women are chosen in the beloved
As partakers and heirs of his Kingdom
And in him are truly honored
To have no more shame again
No more a picture of someone else’s imagery
No more introspective dichotomy
No more decried daughter of eve
No more answer to laced venomous peeve
No more shame within
No more relegated to voiceless existence
No more regarded as object of circumstance
No more imputed and marred
The title of Woman scorned and scarred
No more shame within
No more playing caricatured description
No more victimized by Medias prescription
No more flustered by worldly depiction
No more open to self prophesied infliction
No more shame within
No more secondary in intelligence quota
No more illusionary in leaderships rota
No more discounted in corporate functions
No more embarrassed as a specie of emotional unction
No more shame within
No more belittled indeed daughters of God
No more tossed aside like creatures of worthless sod
No more, for in Christ women are chosen in the beloved
As partakers and heirs of his Kingdom
And in him are truly honored
To have no more shame again
NO NOTHING TO SEE HERE
Whitewashed edifices
Like grand elephants
Purported to be of
Public benefit
Files mysteriously appearing - disappearing
Hushed conversations, hushed con versions
Siphoning monumental colossal sums
White collar hoodlums
Say
No Nothing to see here
Amazing maize maze
Evasive maneuvering like quick haze
In your face, like household secrets
Known yet not known, Said yet not boldly
Boundaries taken
Minorities forsaken
Voiced! Braying on microphones
Insist
No Nothing to see here
Churning emotions misleading the masses
Strengthen “the party”
The masses cry why?
We have been compromised
We have no say, no pay, no way
Justice wears a cast
Dubious is its light
Whimpers
No nothing to see here
Blinded masses like poisoned rats
Aimlessly running from the prey
Careening to laid out traps at bay
Caught in the seams of intrigue
Not realizing the players are the major league
Notoriety dons cloth and collar
Innocence in pretentious demeanor
Clamors
No nothing to see here
Like grand elephants
Purported to be of
Public benefit
Files mysteriously appearing - disappearing
Hushed conversations, hushed con versions
Siphoning monumental colossal sums
White collar hoodlums
Say
No Nothing to see here
Amazing maize maze
Evasive maneuvering like quick haze
In your face, like household secrets
Known yet not known, Said yet not boldly
Boundaries taken
Minorities forsaken
Voiced! Braying on microphones
Insist
No Nothing to see here
Churning emotions misleading the masses
Strengthen “the party”
The masses cry why?
We have been compromised
We have no say, no pay, no way
Justice wears a cast
Dubious is its light
Whimpers
No nothing to see here
Blinded masses like poisoned rats
Aimlessly running from the prey
Careening to laid out traps at bay
Caught in the seams of intrigue
Not realizing the players are the major league
Notoriety dons cloth and collar
Innocence in pretentious demeanor
Clamors
No nothing to see here
Surprise
Surprising how much my heart keeps opening to you
How you have it
How you move it
Like a fissure in a mountains terrain
My heart split open
The molten lava within brews hotter and hotter
It makes me warm at times it frightens me
Mother Nature has her calm
But sometimes her banks of untamed emotions erupt
Unreined
Frightening
How do you tame the heart, when its crack keeps widening
Engulfing you – engulfing me
So I pray,
Father you built… made… created this, created you, created me
Be that third string, that thread that holds us together
Safely
Reining us in and reigning within
His form of love, that rules Mother Nature… says when the tide must roll in
Love like a calm, budding like the spring, growing stronger daily, flourishing
Flowering, nourishing ….
Water brooks flowing, its sounds calming, its song restoring
Yes my heart keeps opening to you … though now… it’s calling for its maker to propel it fall or rise
That the Maker makes his mark in us… his love our daily Sunrise surprise….
How you have it
How you move it
Like a fissure in a mountains terrain
My heart split open
The molten lava within brews hotter and hotter
It makes me warm at times it frightens me
Mother Nature has her calm
But sometimes her banks of untamed emotions erupt
Unreined
Frightening
How do you tame the heart, when its crack keeps widening
Engulfing you – engulfing me
So I pray,
Father you built… made… created this, created you, created me
Be that third string, that thread that holds us together
Safely
Reining us in and reigning within
His form of love, that rules Mother Nature… says when the tide must roll in
Love like a calm, budding like the spring, growing stronger daily, flourishing
Flowering, nourishing ….
Water brooks flowing, its sounds calming, its song restoring
Yes my heart keeps opening to you … though now… it’s calling for its maker to propel it fall or rise
That the Maker makes his mark in us… his love our daily Sunrise surprise….
You do it well
Play us the court jester
Tell us that same old joke
No play the usual smart aleck
With answers for just about everything
Wait no do your usual routine
Mr. PolMagician where everything keeps disappearing
Oh let’s not forget the man of cloth thing
Make us believe you care deep within
That performance you keep doing
Dancing and prancing warrior like ...is quite fluid
Entertain me some more, sing me a song, tell me a quip a riddle
Oh man do a back flip
That’s why I keep you there
You prank while I flounder
Notwithstanding I laugh till I cry till my seams split
As your midriff gets rounder
Tell us that same old joke
No play the usual smart aleck
With answers for just about everything
Wait no do your usual routine
Mr. PolMagician where everything keeps disappearing
Oh let’s not forget the man of cloth thing
Make us believe you care deep within
That performance you keep doing
Dancing and prancing warrior like ...is quite fluid
Entertain me some more, sing me a song, tell me a quip a riddle
Oh man do a back flip
That’s why I keep you there
You prank while I flounder
Notwithstanding I laugh till I cry till my seams split
As your midriff gets rounder
NO Please Don't
Girls in blossom and forced to grow up too soon. Girls who feel awkward and shy as their breasts press uncomfortably against their dresses now fast becoming small – such stress. Breasts that are fondled forcefully by trusted fathers, brothers, uncles and friends whose eyes shine with delight that belie the blight of the child now growing yet not fully understanding this weird role.
Hating it and hurting but having nowhere to run to. Shy smiles and tears settling on lips quivering faintly “no please don’t”
Hating it and hurting but having nowhere to run to. Shy smiles and tears settling on lips quivering faintly “no please don’t”
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