Eyram’s Song (Unfinished)

I hear muffled sounds of a cry nearby, abruptly I awake to see a silhouette in the corner of the room, the lights are out, it’s pitch black, I try squinting, nothing, but the cries continue to ring across the room like a doorbell, surely I’m still dreaming so I pinch myself to wake up….OUCH!!
The figure is still there, crying, saying something I can’t quite make out.
“Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil…”, I continue to recite this Psalm with fear and trembling.
O Lord, the shadow is moving towards me and I feel my heart pound like Rihanna’s fifth studio album.
I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath and grind my teeth in anticipation, suddenly my bed acknowledges the added weight on it by creaking.
My heart!! I can’t…body goes numb, waiting for the end to come but somewhere In between the now intense sobs, I hear the words “Next time don’t feel anything, don’t let your emotions show”, curiosity gets the better of fear and I take a peep at the figure sitting on my bed with its face between the knees.
A damsel in distress.

Call her Blessing.
She is a wallflower, put in solitary confinement for false accusations.
There’s no place like home, but to her no place felt like home.
Daddy says “You used to be a happy person, very lively, what’s changed?”
No emotions.
She had no bond with anyone at home except her brother, Love.
Love was easy to relate to, patient and kind, so she would confide in him and he would listen.
She needs someone.
Her parents have been real busy trying to make it so she lacks nothing in life so there’s no real bond between her folks and her.
Then she found the way.
What a friend she had in Jesus!!!
Grew more beautiful in each day with Him.
They would talk and take long walks from Eden through to Everest.
Her life is at the apex.
She does not want, for He is her chauffeur, does not lack, for He is her provider and she fears not, for He is her strength.
Their love grew more blissful each day, He proposed and she accepted.
Gave birth to a whole lot of souls during their honeymoon in the lovely picturesque fishing village of Nineveh.
Somewhere along the line she was robbed by the thief.
He came to kill and destroy her home, but Jesus sacrificed himself for her in the process.
She doesn’t know He is with her…for her tears have blinded her sight so she packed up her things and set off.
Wandering the world on her own.

Ecclesiastes (Bondage)

Meaningless meaningless, everything is meaningless!
Gethsemane: the spirit is willing, the body weak.
Mentally enslaved, in a state of calvary.
Married to conformity, till death do us part.
The crowd, O this crowd of Gethsemane.
We have all eaten from the fruit and are loose, Old Testament.
We know no sin.
Everything is permissible, everything is beneficial.
We on a mission for all things material.
Life’s a zoo, life’s a ruckus. Only the strong survive.
This is the fast life, we are on a crush course.
I’ve abandoned all the teachings of mother.
Mother Ghana taught me humility, I showed my ego is more than all her children.
She warned me of going through those big, wide gates to seek the fruit.
Encouraged me rather to memorize the sixth chapter from the book of Matthew.
“Let me rectify my eyesight then I’ll seek the kingdom”, were my last words to her.
I long for her touch, it’s been that long, don’t even remember what she looks like.
I’ve lost myself, don’t know who I am.
Life has become a bottomless pit, never satisfied.
I’m after the money, I need power, give me all the glory.
My Beautiful Tragedy!
In my quest for all I decide to visit an Uncle.
Old money.
Hoping to learn a thing or two from him.
Uncle Sam doesn’t recognize me, awkward.
Always busy, too many kids, he isn’t looking my way.
The world is closing down on me, claustrophobic.
Jim Crow – Uncle’s aging son dying of cancer – absolutely loathes me.
If looks could kill….
Jim makes it clear there’s no place for me in Uncle Sam’s home.
I’ve had enough, I decide to leave, where to go?
Gethsemane driving me weary, surely my accident approaches.
I’ve become a nomad.
I have a dream, I see Mother Ghana.
She says to leave this place and never look back.
Fire is coming, too much sinning.
“Where do I go Mother?”
“Look for the place known as Golgotha”.

Ecclesiastes (Optical Grove)

Pardon my hiatus for me and my thoughts have tried to continue forming words.
Anytime I hold the pen, zilch.
Writers block they say, but this block heavy.
Feels like a millstone tied against my neck, dropped in the deepest part of the pacific.
I am under, drowning.
Creativity deserts me, my brain a desert.
Usually the pen is my oasis of calm in these times.
Not this time.
I hunger to write but how to feed this desire.
My mind is in a jam, It’s rush hour.
I need to park and reevaluate.
Mama taught me to pray in difficult times.
I need Him, I don’t pray no more, I can’t pray.
How many sins? I’m running out.
Too many sins. I lost count.
If today was the rapture, I’ll completely be wiped out.
Trapped my mind trying to free the body.
Buckle up.
Let me take you on a trip down memory lane.
The eyes had to be opened, I sought after the fruit.
Needed my vision transformed to optimal prime.
Finding that tree took me deeper into the grove.
Soon became lost.
Just because I’m lost doesn’t mean I’ll stop.
Further I thrust myself into the unknown.
No consideration for safety and knowing not what I would encounter.
Deep in the orchard was when I first saw him.
Fiend was his name.
Told him of my predicament.
He took an instant liking to me and asked if he could be my guide in this world.
“Why not”.
Fiend grew up here.
Knows every route and path, each tree and it’s fruit.
My new friend Fiend said I wasn’t the first nor will I be the last to seek the great ophthalmologist.
Was a bit gutted to find out millions came before me.
Selfish ambitions.
We walked and talked; talked and talked.
Then he stops and points, I go towards it.
Fiend would come no further.
Natives can’t go to the tree claims Fiend, the owner put a hex on it.
“Why this tree Fiend?” I asked.
“It isn’t relevant, it’s all a bit technical, the tree is all yours”.
I’m no native, I take a tentative step forward.
This is it.
I take a deep breath and then another.
I Pluck the fruit, sink my teeth into…Heavenly!!!
I’m high.
The sky’s the limit, I’m on cloud nine.
Before long man has downed three of them.
He’s gone, I try looking for him, no avail.
Been a while but my vision still hasn’t changed.
I might be naked!
I Take a look over my body, cross nudity off.
It’s getting dark, I decide to rest for the night.
Morning has arrived, something’s not right.
Head is throbbing
The events of the previous day a blur.
I look around and see the sign:
ברוכים הבאים לגת שמנים.
“Welcome to Gethsemane”