More to Life

                       

I open my eyes; chancing to glance what eternal means to this life

For every purpose must due its time...Surely something must exist beyond this line

Seeking the illness of joy

Happiness is the pleasure of life mis-thought in roots of desires; self to selfishness

Questing self completeness bears nothing but lies...

We feed and we fatten; a child is born; death never says hi.

Am I wrong to wonder? Existence has more to inspire than a predetermined breath span

Blistered by questions; my mental feet tire

Is God more real than Alice who never had a wand? I wonder!

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Patience has its toll eating it's way to the core

If time had a price, waiting would have nothing to show

Maybe none has no hook to hold and life weathers into oblivion

A scoop for thought but a thought with another face

Nevertheless, blind hope I hope...

 Cause faith surely has no eyes

Light I hope to see.

A puzzle, in need I puzzle

My ears itch of his name as I constantly look at my palms

 "Is this the missing piece?"

This Jesus took the nails; hanging his life on a piece of plank for a man 2000 years yet to be born!

It burns! A desire seeking to be quenched by the Son, what irony.

Water spilt robs a man his riches; what do I have to lose for Christ I never had?

                >>Nebert D-ray Chipasha<<

My Titatic Tale

A stainless trice of space to sit down and revise

A once coded titanic tale; gotta crease guts to break the ice

Silence is what I ask you to detect as we walk straight down this path

Though the unexpected re-surface, nothing leaves the equation till we break down this math

Something now calls for a big rush so strut with me; we've now sprang creating a trail

But i thought I will sink after I hit the ice to tell my coded titanic tale

So gig with me...

Let me recount this tale of a once finished off life where success and victory are a far-fetched vital spark

Tale of that superlative work of Christ; a tale of a renewed life from the back lifted up to glory duck

Few bugs was my state

That "am dying slowly" became so easy even to pronounce like it was my mother tongue; bitter heart stung

My heart was fractured that just seeing my fractured pieces really contrived me to realize between the lines my need for a fixing till the alarm rang

So I awake

Awake to the joy of my first tiptoe towards a man who promised to nurse the broken

Awake to my first tiptoe towards a man who glorifies and brings to light the forgotten

So now take your tiptoes towards the divine God who believes in man even when he feels at loss

What a lusty joy it is to share this glorious and endless story which began right at the cross

>>Saint; The Water Walker<<

Rise

Body weak and mind dangling from the dark edge of oblivion

All the blood in me calm and immobile as if frozen by a venom that creeps and courses within the walls of my blood vessels with lust for my heart

Am slowly falling into the abyss of legend that has taken our forefathers and ancestors; death.

Am scared...THEN!!! Knock knock!!!

My heart beat responds and a voice calls out to me... 

RISE!!! Son of my father; the diamond in the rough. And spread the word that I the lion of Judah will return for my sheep

In that moment, like a jolt of electricity to my nerves, my blood shoots like a Tokyo bullet train racing to resurrect every vital organ in my numb body as my mind regenerates and grows stronger like the I.Q of Lucy

In that moment, I gasp and open my eyes.... 

Blink after blink as I taste salt from my tears and sweat that had dried on my lips in the scorching heat I lay...

It's not only a sign that am still scared but also a sign that am alive and can feel again... 

And for what seems like a rebirth, I crack a smile on my beaten lips cause I know am destined for greatness

I RISE.....wow....this is how Lazarus must have felt...

>>A.T.L.<<

Time's Tale

Beyond all channels of knowledge lies an infinite tale

told by time. Take a few seconds away from the sound

waves emitted from the earth's corners and you will

literally hear her speak. Her voice is evident in the

consistently paced tic tac beats of the clocks on our

walls. She holds all truth and distributes fragments

of it in spaced sections of eternity for men to find.

She has the events of our lives wisely scheduled with

alarms to signal the onset of each, if only we'd listen

long enough to get the rhythm. Unfortunately, we are

deceived by malfunctioned watches and impaired

clocks whose batteries have died and have somehow

lost our place in the rhythm; dancing to the wrong

beat at the wrong time. Consequently, we find

ourselves lagging a few hours behind or otherwise

stuck at one point deprived of progress while the

beat goes on.

And we come up with notions like 'life is unfair'.

What if I opposed that school of thought and blamed

the injustices of life on our inability to understand

the times and seasons? Maybe modify it a little; life

is not fair, time is. She serves every plate

accordingly. The main difference between the rich

and the poor is time management. The social

stratification system is only an illustration of

various people at different paces with time; lower,

middle and upper class. A few steps faster and the

poor will equal the rich. The key is to keep pace with

time. Quit the blame game, Karl Marx died blaming it

on the bourgeoisie.

Why not increase your pace and allow time to relay a

few more episodes of her tale before you murmur?

Maybe try listen out for the alarms before engaging

in the wrong activities at the wrong time... Trust her.

She always tells the true tale. It's the point at

which you stop listening that you get a distorted

version of it.

>>Jedidiah<<

The Last Call

Speech is what I hear as the drums beat rhythmically

inclined, short sighted to the vibrations... Audibly... I

hear... Cataracts....cataract understanding. 

My brain fails to envision as I live my life only once..... 

Once?

Cogitatively, death seems more realistically appealing.

Marathonically, I tried... But ignorance only

stretches an olympic that long; am guessing a silver.

"What if?" is the food daily fed. "Do I know you?" I

think... God questioned me! Now I wonder how...

I've been saving you!

Cause every time I check, check! Present in church,

check! Daily preaching, check! Giving, check! Praying,

check! Chicks..... Check! But...?

I wonder. Have I missed it? Have you missed it? What

if?

Laboring in vein like a still birth always unexpected,

remember? I know I ain't Grade five but it still clicks.

Do my checks bounce? What if right is only what i set

to please me?

With vibrations still lingering, hell is not my

sambaling i do not swim like that.

But it clearly is time to check, this time, not your

self...but His word... 

You never know your last breath....

 Could be His last call.

>>Nebert D-Ray Chipasha<<

DON'T SPOIL THE FUN

You only live once that is the motto they say now, many times I ask what's it with life that makes us wanna squander it like its just some change.
We fail to understand that we are created for reason and in due season we are suppose to live out our purpose. We live like we have all the time in the world but Time itself has limits and things it permits. We wanna have fun and so we run on the wrong path forgetting that no one looks at the wrong direction and expects to get to the right destination. FUN, youths wanna taste the forbidden fruit without enjoying the consequences. We act all grown up but still display traits of babes seeking for the attention but getting little attention. We see the creator as a dictator but not as tailor who is ready to fashion into us the passion to fulfill his vision.Can't you see that He wants us to have life to the fullest, when He says youths enjoy your youth day's while you still young, but He cautions us by saying but remember that you will be judged, but that wasn't meant to take away the fun, but to keep us in line so that we may have even more fun after the judgment day, not just having the fun which will end here on earth so lets change and live with this motto
"Don't spoil the fun, The rule is don't go out of the line.
Look at Gods plan,
Follow His pertain.
For He has given life a perfect design"

>>Luta Cash & Uche Austin<<