The Altar Boy

The acolyte in surplice white
Such saintly admiration he aroused
As he bowed before the crucifix
He bows in false reverence.
His thoughts are the exact opposite of the priest’s sermons
His heart is bent on the evil within him
The sin of primordial origins
He plans on sacrilege.
As the priest looks upon him with all gay fullness
He replied with a wry smile
For Lucifer has sown a seed in his fragile soul
Thus, he craves the touch of his kind.
As the fragrance of burning incense fills the holy chambers
His spirit is lifted
Not to the heavens
But to the depths of hell.
The Altar Boy,
He who ought to be the holiness even not the Christ
Now is the reproach which has come upon the body of Christ.
Even as the revered father explores his innocent body
He is lost in false pleasure
For his mind has been mangled so
And his soul deprived of its sensibilities.
Oh the evil that goes on in the house of the most high
The perverseness of his servants have slapped him in the face
Such evil deserves no pardon.
Even as he drinks from the chalice
And smokes the vicar’s incense
He mocks God in his heart
Thus he says that a god doesn’t exist.
Oh what a fool he is
His frail mind has its pillars
He now lives like the wind.
A servant of the holy temple
But whose body is a temple of sin
His life is the evil against which Christ died.   dlr.t16/7ey

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The Altar Boy

The acolyte in surplice white
Such saintly admiration he aroused
As he bowed before the crucifix
He bows in false reverence.
His thoughts are the exact opposite of the priest’s sermons
His heart is bent on the evil within him
The sin of primordial origins
He plans on sacrilege.
As the priest looks upon him with all gay fullness
He replied with a wry smile
For Lucifer has sown a seed in his fragile soul
Thus, he craves the touch of his kind.
As the fragrance of burning incense fills the holy chambers
His spirit is lifted
Not to the heavens
But to the depths of hell.
The Altar Boy,
He who ought to be the holiness even not the Christ
Now is the reproach which has come upon the body of Christ.
Even as the revered father explores his innocent body
He is lost in false pleasure
For his mind has been mangled so
And his soul deprived of its sensibilities.
Oh the evil that goes on in the house of the most high
The perverseness of his servants has slapped him in the face
Such evil deserves no pardon.
Even as he drinks from the chalice
And smokes the vicar’s incense
He mocks God in his heart
Thus he says that a god doesn’t exist.
Oh what a fool he is
His frail mind has its pillars
He now lives like the wind.
A servant of the holy temple
But whose body is a temple of sin
His life is the evil against which Christ died.  dlr.ti2/56r

IN-SANITY

The voices are here again
Whispering to themselves in the depth of my head
I am lost in this labyrinth of words
My mind has lost its pillars.

I laugh out to the whistling of the wind
Yes with the whirlwind do I converse
These voices speak to my consciousness
Even when I sleep they utter ramblings in my ear.

Could it be Obatala talking to me in Parables?
Or Amadioha trying to communicate meanings to me
My hair has outgrown its age due to my meditations
Meditation with what I don’t see
Yes, my hair now embraces my neck.

My feet are sore from going on errands for these obscure voices
My eyes have been opened to the evil of the world
I see without my human eyes
I smell danger through the speed of the wind.

Am I to say I have left the realm of humanity?
Yet my body lingers on
Or should I say I have been apotheosized
And yet I remain a homeless man.

Alas! But I am none of that
But neither am I insane
I just exist in sanity
And thus my mind wanders. dlr.t1e/b2y

Love’s Sojourn

From the womb of the earth
We were meant to be
The North wind whispered it
The South breeze gossiped it.
From birth we were joined in one
Body, soul and mind
You were my joy
You were my confidant(e).
Your love was my strength
It was my weakness
You were my muse
And my weakness.
But now you are far away
My spirit longs for you
I long for your hug
I wish you would return.
I am drowning in a sea of loneliness
I need you to rescue me one more time
But Alas! You are not here
I am anchored by despair.
Tried feeling my way through the darkness
By your seemingly beating heart
But all is not all that is
I have lost my touch with you.
I fear you might not recognize me anymore
This distance has scarred me so
This love which once burnt like the Olympic is now dying away.
Please return to me
Hurry from your sojourn and save me from this torment
Comfort me in this torture
Save me.  dlr.76o/81e

To the African dying young

To the Young men struggling for identity
To the ladies fighting for acceptance
Who have lost their souls to the stranger
And their wealth to the devourer.
To the African who has despised his tradition
And has adopted the stranger’s norms
To the sleeping sons of Jacob who sold their birthrights for a pound
The motherland awaits your return.
The Africans are dying young
Because they lost their inheritance
Although Africa feels free of the colonial beast
She still feels it nasty breath on her head.
We are slaves to his culture
We have lost our morality
We murdered decency
Our cultures which shielded us
We broke down.
How much more can we live?
How much longer can we exist without an identity?
Are we going to die in false freedom
Or arise and take back our inheritance?. http://dlr.y10/67e

Castle Of Glass

castle of glass

The fragile truth hid in rocky lies
Painful reality that murders our fantasies
How much more can we bear losses?
How much more tears shall we shed?
Life is a battle
Which we know not the outcome
We may be victors or Vanquished
Life’s but a castle of glass.
We throw stones at reality
And bear the bloody consequences
Our minds bleed out terror
The universe is unjust.
Every action we make has a certain repercussion
Be it hate, envy or love
It’s a reflection of ourselves
As we watch our lives zoom by.
Cleanse us in from out
Take this poison from within us
Let our souls be clear as crystal
Make us perfect.

Down the river bank
The battle rages over who claims our reality
The secrets of the world revealed
The reasons for our pains told.
All these we shall see in the castle of glass
When all is said and done
And every one answers to their actions
Then shall we be free. dlr.ti2/6o7

The Judiciary

judiciary

I am lord of the courtroom
I interpret the rules by which you live
I am the security in which you believe
I am the civil soldier.
I am he who murders injustice
I am he who rids the world of vices
I am not your savior
But I am your Lawyer.
I act within my jurisdiction
This which relates to every aspect of life
I am he who the murderer dreads so
I am he who the burglar dare not face.
With the strike of a gavel
I bring order out of chaos
I am the evolution of the law
Thus I can bend the statutes.
I act upon Natural Laws
But my sentences might be Eternal
Like the Positivist
You can’t argue my judgment.
My judgment may be biased
But hey, I am but a man
Like the Realist who noted.
I am a man for the people
But not by the people
I am Justice
And despite my blindness
I see the truth. dlr.ta6/b1t