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I am

This same story plagued
Many centuries of our being.
Tales of woes
And rabbid foes
Not just folks that made
our bellies turn
Taking after the insanity
Of their profane fathers
But also the fall of nature
That spontaneously released
Savage diseases that ravaged
our bodies, striken with age.

A tale of NOs where we sought approval
Letdowns where all our hopes were planted
Our minds saw trees in our watered nursery
But no, our eyes only beheld the rot and misery
And we have become as it were
The most miserable of all

Oh Eve, you have cursed your daughters
Who have borne sons that toil with sweat
Breaking the ground in hope of labours reward
Oh how you have cursed your daughters whose
seeds are planted in the heat of passion
And their fruits borne with much tears and anguish

The beauty of the skies at dusk
fill our ears with noises of
disintegrating systems and the
folly of the elders

But I have come as light in gross darkness
Releasing colours and fragrant odours
I have come with that by which nothing
dies in my hands
I come with hope for bleak futures
Rewriting stories that once tore our hearts

For I am the breaking of many dawns
in many places an open portal of light
and encounters with the Godhead
I bear His very essence
For I am the work of His hands
His masterpiece
I am the possessor of the world
By the atonement in His blood
I call to be
I exert authority
Disarming the powers that were
yet feign to be.

I am He who was burdened
I am He who was yoked
But not again
For I have believed the promise
Of the seed and I have freedom
I am He who is called the Spirit-Man
Doing the works of Him who sent me
That the land may be healed again

For I carry life
Indeed I give life
I am the stirring of the sleeping sun
The blossoming of the waking flowers
I am the freshness of the garden herbs
The twinkle in the even stars

I am the falling of the morning dew
The sparkle left on the grass at dawn
I am the touch of the solar rays
It’s effect on the motions of nature
I am the calm of the evening breeze
For this purpose I was made

I am He
The Spirit-Man
In whose hands nothing dies

‘Seye Maj

 

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Night

These days are long
And the nights have changed
My eyes don’t shut
Without the tears that hurt

My ears long to hear
The freedom song drawn near
For these days I fear
I may drown in my tears

I have grown to desire
The pain that speaks fire
Heaven knows I want liberty
Before my grief defines my state

‘Seye Maj

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Random

I walked through valleys
encountering shadows of death.
Substanceless beings with whom I wrestled
Beating gases and blasts of breath
Unreal beings
On whom time was much wasted.
Recognising what’s reality
Laying hold on knowledge
Won me my battles.

Blast! Shadows creep upon the innate mind
Squeezing and suffocating
the last straw that binds sanity with my
Existence
Freedom lay way inside in the light
that never died.

Our hurts don’t define us
Nor the tears that heat our faces.
The tip of the writers pen
tells the story of his strength.
Perhaps, that’s all there is to who he is.

Revelation of the scars flow
as words are written
Tales of woes ends are brought again
to the surface
As they cloud the sources of vision

Rampant in our minds
These random thoughts
That betray what lies low
Within.

Sann.

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Joy

It isn’t about the humor in their words
Neither is it the lavishing of gifts upon.

I died to myself
And all that once satisfied

That I may know Him
And the story of me He authored

For the revelation of Jesus
Is the stirring of my joy

PneumaPoet

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Fears

The future is far
Or so I thought.

“Knock knock”
“who’s there?”
“Future”, said he
“Future who?”, I asked
“The one you feared”, he responded
calmly

So here we are
Dining with Time
Skipping heartbeats

Only to know better
For he has proven to be
a friend
And the tales we once heard
was all a lie

Our purpose is here
The will of God expressed
For the foe is now our friend.

‘Seye Maj

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God-colours

Once upon a time
Darkness covered the earth
For the seat of it
Was the heart of men.
All men
Male and female
Old and young
It wasn’t about the race
All was black
Continents were dark

Dark forces ruled the nations
Filled the cities
Governed our homes
For the seat of it
Was the heart of men.
All hope was lost

Till once came upon us another time…

God became man
Reconciled us to Himself
Made us the focus of His love
Because we said yes to His call.

For as many as received Him
He christened us “sons of God”
Among many other names and titles

And in the midst of all the darkness
And the pain of what seemed to be
A hopeless situation,
He declared;
“You are light, bringing out the
God-colours in this world”

Now are we the sons of God
Light in dark places
Salt…
Bringing out the God-flavours in
This world.

‘Seye Maj

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Insurgent

He’d rather lurk in the shadows
The safety of his comfort
A ghost of the night
Master beneath the moonlight
The longing of men to behold
For the beauty of his countenance
And the sonority of his harp

Then the stars converged
For the fear of this one
A threat to their sparkle
Or so they thought
War they waged
Oh they raged

They sought the counsel of the moon
The sage of the skies
To silence this one
That he may thrive no more

They forget that they excel in splendor
And are the beauty of the night skies
They forget he is the reflection of their shine
And his glory is ultimately theirs

To them, He is the terror of the night
Minds spooked by the beauty of the ghost
Threatened by his transient applause

Little do they know
That the earth desires the stars
More than a pretty ghost
For he can only offer what they have to give

The sage understands
But the stars?
They know so little

Seye Maj

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a love tale

There lived once a guy
Who had a breath…
Not that no one else breathes,
As you all know.
But his breath differs.
Exceptional.

Well, along his path
Came a damsel
With the power to make his breath count

He is the breather
And she is the witch

She wields the power to make a heart skip it’s rhythm
And her face shines the light that blinds your vanity
Her craft is not hostile
And her powers spark honest fires

The appearance of The Fairest
Made the breather breathe

The witch is The Fairest

The breather…
There is magic in his breath
And like the story of our Genesis
Their love became a living being
So real,
Morning stars sang together
And leapt for joy
So real,
Can only be compared to Eden in
All her beauty.

No one knows the end of this tale.
I do not know myself.

The ancient Breather still has a breath
And his lady still makes it count.

‘Seye Maj

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Truth on memory lane

Tonight
My heart latches on to the eternal revelation of Your love on my heart
Sounds and chants
Tongues beyond our fatherland…
The extent to which my heart reaches out to You.
To love on You…

Tonight
I’m drawn into the depths of the realms of Your love
As I feel it wash over me
A breath of life
A warmth of light
Purest essence of You
Glows within me
To shine for You

Tonight
I pray the moon will not hide herself
And the stars will keep being stars
That I never forget that You are a big part of my life’s little details
And the night breeze reminds me of Your loving gentle embrace

That I never forget that I am at the centre of Your love
And your plans- the big picture I’ll one day see
But as for the pieces I have now
I will be grateful for each one
And wait patiently till it all comes together
That I may always reflect Your beauty even in the littlest things

Tonight
I pray I will always remember
To be grateful for The Fairest
And the gift of love–
Reflecting these colors just the way You would

To see through Your eyes
And have passion for what aches Your heart
And in all, To be You through me.

To be the sound on Your lips to the world around me
And let them hear where others won’t tell…

Abba loves us

©Sann

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I don’t believe in fairies

I know you love all them fiction stories
Of how the hero dies
And comes back to life
I know you love all them mythical stuff
The thoughts of a dragon
Rescuing the Jupiter Princess
Or whatever name she bears

It’s fine
Really, It is.

Good daydreaming, I say.

Life’s not really as the movies make it look
Some things show up you won’t see in a storybook
Sometimes you have to fight for the things your errors took
And opportunities come as baits on a fishing hook

Look, I don’t believe in fairies
There’s a happily-ever-after that’s only possible in the Father
But I never rule out the likelihood of hurts
And the prospects of a bright future
We will be fine ‘cos we live, move and have our being in Him

But it doesn’t change the fact that fairy tales are not my thing
Tell me, why won’t Cinderella ever get in an argument with her boyfriend??
And fairy godmother is just the perfect godmother?
Snow White is always at peace with her dwarfs?
And she’s got no pimples on her face?

I really don’t care if Tinker Bell dies
But I remain steadfast in my unbelief

©’Seye Maj