IMAGINE

Imagine chasing heaven
The futuristic glory of your visualizations
A place named perfect
A space where everything is whiter than snow
Yet brighter than a thousand suns of hope
The ability to live after death
A Shangri-La of the afterlife
Utopia for the righteous walking dead
A series of zombies in halos dressed in splendor
The mighty king sitting on his throne
Judging the dead by their deeds alive
Imagine thinking your deeds is the answer to salvation
A child led astray by the pied piper
Living under grace, functioning in the law
The rigidity of the word to the flesh
A slave to ideologies
A teacher of religious law
Living in constant check
The pretense of a pious bishop among pawns. Check
Squaring as a knight and rebelling against his king. Check
A Pharisee. Checkmate
We missed the bus to our baptism when I was 14
Did we not fulfill all righteousness?
I missed the opportunity to witness the open heavens
To hear the pride filled voice of God concerning me
Did we break scripture?
The voice calling in the wilderness
Did we not hear him?
He came to prepare the way but we got lost
Baptized with water yet we missed him
When my brother and I arrived at the church
The bus had left for Jordan
Imagine Nicodemus
A leader without power
A teacher with no knowledge
A man in the kosmos
Imagine being born again
The impossibilities that accompany that statement
Imagine assuming you know
Yet wallow in despair
Imagine being born again
Thinking you are the body
Imagine assuming you know
An emotional establishment
Imagine being born again
Thinking yourself a sinner
Imagine assuming you know
The redundancy of your prayers
Imagine being born again
Operating from the kosmos
Imagine assuming you know
An aion inhabited by serpents
Imagine being born again
Thinking the devil is a factor
Imagine assuming you know
Giving needless attention to defeat
I pray you find my words
I hope you gain insight
Imagine thinking I am a man
I come to you as God.

she (Word) (unfinished)

Church
Church
The whole world playing church
Majoring in the minor
Seeing with the eyes of men
All we do is act religion (Church)

She was clingy, I was the repellent
I believed in love stories but did not like the direction this was headed
Head to toe she was average to human eyes
She was plain ordinary and would not let go
Your looks were so ordinary to the eyes
And the desperation of those attempts to entice me into your presence was real
I often catch the stolen glances thrown in my direction
But refuse to hold on to them
Those angel eyes I seek is in stark contrast
To what you hold with no sparkle in them
I marvel at your comical advances
Yet shield myself from anything aimed at me
Over and over I look you over
But what I smell under my nose is desperation
It irks me the confidence she carries
That one day we will dwell together
I get irritated at her assured calm despite seeing the
‘No Trespass Zone’
Tattooed boldly on my forehead
I visualize Rachel
But all I see parked in front of me
Is an unmovable, unshakable Leah
Exactly what do you see in me
That makes you bathe in such a relentless flow of rejection and still feel fresh?
Obsessed
Her shameless refusal to let go has me cursing in public
Words
Then she said to me:
“Delight yourself in me and I will give you the desires of your heart”
Perplexed
I ask for an explanation to her cryptic words
Doubt
She appraises me with her now soft eyes and whispers:
“Only believe”
Crazy
That is the conclusion I grant myself
Insane
That is the verdict of the jury
Thinking Out Loud
She runs my mind now and I am walking around constantly thinking of her words
Battle
I fight my thoughts repeatedly but always lose to a unanimous decision
Curious
I assure myself all I want is to quench this thirst.

She is walking in the public park…..
I take a step forward then hold myself back (cont’d)

Beyond life

Emptiness. A hollow frame
Shame. A naked man
Bare. A plain canvas
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
That is the shadow of a man
And it is the ground he walks upon
Cursed is the ground because you reign
You pay each man’s wages for their work
They toil under the sun and wither away
They slave in the rain and are washed away
Some obeyed your decrees and were rewarded
Others rebelled in your kingdom and got punished
But your reward and punishment is one
In the end
Tomorrow is not promised here
And even though they fight
Even though they accept your rule
All men are accused to the ground
That is his constant
That is the only certainty of his life
You are their end
Capturing thoughts and torturing hearts
You are their beginning
Men have been programmed to love the darkness
Their minds are inked to a primeval source of information
In the beginning
Darkness was all over the face of the deep
Sin reigned and death ruled
For all had sinned
And the sting of sin is death
But as it was
Light was called from the darkness
And what was once shapeless had form
The empty became full
As it was in the garden
I sought after the other tree and took a bite from its fruit
Behold I see light
I lift up my eyes and see mountains moving
And lilies dressed in splendour along the valleys
I look to the skies and see multiple rainbows
With rays of sunlight shooting through the clouds
O what a sight to behold
O what glory!
Endless love flowing constantly like rivers of living waters
By the rivers of Babylon I lay down in green pastures
The calmness of my surroundings restores my soul
From victory unto victory
Glory to glory
Rejoice
For I am free.
Once I lived in the land of men
They say nobody knows tomorrow
And every word that came from our lips was controlled
Our minds were subject to death
Our hearts was a den of emotions
In the land of men the flesh rules
I once lived in the land of men
Here we speak what we see
And we are moved by what we see
We were sons of circumstances
Yielding our lives to the control of the material
In the land of men we had one language and a common speech
What if I don’t make it in life?
I’m afraid of what others would think of me
All this thinking and writing is making me stressed
I have a headache
After all we are not perfect. Sometimes we will fall.
In the land of men we exchanged our souls for dust
In the land of men the information given us was fear
Here we learned to fail.
Now I find myself in another realm
And I see transparent looking men
They look like men but their ways are different
Every word from their lips is life
In their mouths are swords
They send their words to do what they say
Their minds fixed on God
And their hearts are pregnant with the word of God
Here the spirit lives
They speak what they want to see
And it is so.
I am writing this to inform you that I have found my home.
In the kingdom of God, Christ is our salvation
And all things are possible
All we do is believe and speak.
We all carry the kingdom in our hearts
Open your hearts and see
Fear not, only believe.

CARPE DIEM

The cock crows 3 times, I wake up aged 24.
Another day and the hustle and bustle that comes with.
You know it’s a miracle when you make it out of bed, take time to thank He who made it possible for you to be alive.
I’m physically fit, mentally sound. Thank you God for I’m a blessing.


The school dropout.I pray to Jesus for enlightenment.

Now, I hope my development in this environment is a testament that the Omnipotent’s covenant in my life still stands. Yes, I’m a descendant of Abraham, Old Testament. A lieutenant of Christ. The New Testament.
I’m quite fluent in the Gospels, an exponent of the good news, but speak just a fragment of it’s language. Why?
Entanglement of the world’s pleasures holding a guy back. Pardon me, for the components of these worldly enjoyments far too pleasing for me to pass by.
Imprisonment. That’s the state I’m at this moment in my life. I look to God for imminent release from the clutches of this life. I’m a walking contradiction.


When I was 12, in Sunday school, I yearned to be Solomon. Asked God for his wisdom and splendor.
Wisdom and money can get you almost anything, but only wisdom can save your soul.
In my quest to be King David’s son, I study his works. Then comes Ecclesiastes.
The first word I meet on my journey is ‘meaningless’. I confess, after my incipient viewing, the zest I had for life was somewhat suppressed. Each painful page got the kid distressed and depressed.
After a few more chapters, I quit reading altogether. This book was making me stressed; man needed some rest. Hence I digressed to something else.
Nonetheless, I dressed up and came back to the teacher’s class, Bible on my desk. I press myself to find meaning to the meaningless.
Alas! The boy finds his ‘Perez’ in the last chapter of Solomon’s address.
Without God, life is meaningless, bottomless and aimless. Like chasing the wind.
That is the underlying message of the book.


Life is good; Life is crude.
Life is simple; Life is complex.
Life is a jungle; Life is serene.
What I’m doing? I’m saying that life is a paradox.


I cried when I failed, laugh more as I succeed. I’ve been beaten and broken, fed and taken cared for. My life is sweet but my cross sure is heavy.
This is not a story about how I would tell you that I’ve found the prognosis and antidote to your problems. This is not a song about how I promise that all your life’s grievances will be cleared up after you listen to it.

No.


This is a note to tell you that there will be tears, but also there will be joy. You will have friends and you will have enemies. You will fail but you shall succeed.

This is to let you know that life will cheer you up and beat you down to be trampled on.
How fast will you get back up?


Special shout outs to the happy,
And much love goes to the weary and burdened. Hang in there, for this I can promise, you will laugh again.

Seize the day!

Dear Lord

Dear Lord forgive me for I have sinned. Where do I start?
This life far too cruel and I might quit. Sometimes I wonder what my destination would have been had I not eaten from that tree. Blame Adam not me.
Pleasures of this world far too appealing for my lethargic spirit. Spiritually my cup empty, materially it runneth over. All I want to see is green faces. Somewhere inside my soul I feel You trying to escape from the cage I placed You in. I would set You free, but the keys, I can’t find them.
Modern day Brutus. I have betrayed Your love for savage desires. Blame Judas not me. The guilt I’m feeling is driving me towards the Field of Blood. What is clear is that I have placed myself in a position where satan manipulates me. My motivation is unclear.


Dear God forgive me for I am a sinner. The Pastor reciting memory verses I once memorized as a child.
I’m at church and Your word is enlightening. ‘I am the light of the world.’ This little light if mine I’m gonna let it shine, but the oil in this little lamp of mine about to run out.
My eyes are blinded, my legs cut off, guide me Lord that I may not stumble for this path rocky.
The church choir sings praises to You: Hallowed be Your Name. I don’t feel welcomed at church any longer. Preacher talking about Heaven and Hell; the narrow path and broad road. “Where is your life headed?”
Somehow I feel his message directed towards me. All eyes on me. The indifference I feel in Your House.
Can’t call You Father because I sold my birthright for a plate of D’evils. Blame Essau not me. I’ve abandoned the Proverbs and entered the home of the immoral woman. She seduces me with her coy glances. I lust for her. Her lips are as sweet as honey and her mouth smoother than oil.


Forgive me Jesus, I have sinned. I’m a fool for my lack of self control. I’ve denied You of Your temple. Blame Peter not me. I know my faults, I want to change, I tried but to no avail.
Can’t I just be Switzerland?
I know Your ways are pure and true but further away I stray. Hate the devil and his ways but find myself at his place. Law of magnetism.
I’m a disciple of d’evils, persecuting Your followers and trying to convert them. Blame Saul not me.
Please Spirit I come to You in full acceptance of my crimes.
I thirst.

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”.