Tuesday, October 29, 2013

When I became a man by Pastor Phil Allen Jr.


When I became a man, I put away childish things,
But before I became a man, I didn't always fit the shoes of a king,
I was a child trying to find his way,
And the toys I played with kept my eyes occupied and left my mind in a lustful boyish frenzy,
And my play mates had long legs, short skirts and soft skin, 
And they cared enough to lie down and wallow with me often,
Jezebel turned out to be my very best friend,
I'd look in her eyes before ever seeing the sun rise,
Every time I payed her a visit and slept in,

Before I became a man,
 I saw how God made Adam from dust 
So, like wise, I tried to make love out of lust, I didn't know any better,

I was taught, by example; "Let your mouth spit game but never let your heart say much",
I treated His daughters like beauty pageant contestants 
And, there would be zero investments return on their investments, 
And, Proverbs 31 was never a criteria for my selections,
Mind you, this was before I became a man,

This was about the time that I took notes from a father-figure,
Who really didn't know how to be a father, go figure,
About the time that mom was a punching bag 
Because he was too afraid to take his frustrations out on the world instead,
By simply enduring affliction, yet during addiction
He could go 12 rounds against the most vigilant screams of STOP! STOP!
And he was undefeated. he always won,
And I would stand in plane sight hoping daddy sees,
Because all I could say at the time was daddy please!
Mom didn't deserve what she got just because she didn't satisfy daddy's needs,

Before I became a man,
I would unlock daddy's curse. Free myself and throw away daddy's keys,
I allowed anger to set up a construction company inside,
And bitterness never rested, it left no time wasted,
And whether daddy loved me or not, all I could regurgitate was hatred,
I became allergic to showing any form of compassion,

Before I became a man, I was much shorter,
Not just in height, but in spiritual insight,
Because I never had a picture, 
Nor did Pixar ever have a film to show me what God's man really looked like,
But when I became a man...

When I became a man, 
I learned how to love God right back,
And even though I am good at falling short  at the glory, 
I reflect on my story,
and through my praise, I self publish a testimony,

When I became a man, 
I learned how to cry,
'Cause I'm not ashamed of my tears, 
Neither were my fears muffled a groaning in my spirit,

Since I became a man,
I no longer afraid of the dark,
I wrap my fingers around James 5:16,
Confess, pray and heal my heart,
I discovered that there are medicinal qualities
Down the corridor of introspection,

When I became a man,
I learned how to love her, My Ester,  My Ruth,
I learned to honor her like she was Jesus's mother,
Because one day she will be pregnant with the seed that will transport my legacy,
So that my God and my name will both have longevity,
 even after they bury me,

I couldn't love her before because I wasn't able,
My insecurities and my perfectionism had me looking at the next best player
checking in at the scorers table,
How could I possibly be her covering as an umbrella with holes in it?
But I learned to love her like I order,
Because I want him to be my father and my father in-law,
since's that's his daughter,

When I became a man,
I learned how to love my brother,
I'll share my heart, my hug and my hallelujah
Because a hug and a hallelujah without my heart leaves room for his spirit to respond
I NEVER KNEW YOU,

I became a man so that until he became a man,
He can see and name a man..
Who picked up the gospel, Who picked up the gospel
Who picked up the gospel, Who picked up the gospel
Who picked up the gospel!
And put the toys away.
When I became a man.



Words of the wise by Leah Tutu (University of the Free State)


There are treasures in life, but owners are few
Of money and power to buy things brand new
Yet you can be wealthy and feel regal too,
If you will just look for the treasures in you …

The joy and the laughter, the smile that you bring;
The heart unafraid to love and to sing;
The hand always willing to help those in need;
Ones quick to reach out, to labour and feed.

So thank you for sharing these great gifts inside;
The caring, the cheering, the hug when one cried.
Thanks for the energy, encouragement too,
And thank you for sharing the treasures in you.

Friday, October 25, 2013

NA EBE KE YA JWANG? by Mookgo Judina (Good friend of mine - in Sesotho. One of the official languages of South Afica)


Na ebe nna ke ya jwang? Athe lethabo le tla neng le hona jwang? Ke hlile ke ke ke tibisi maikutlo haholo,ke itlhatlhoba le hona ho ipotsa dipotso ka nako tsohle. Kgathallo yaka ho bao ke baratang e feta kgathallo e tlamang pelo e baratang. Ke leka ho feta tekanyo ke leka ho feta tekanyo hobane ha ke tsebe se neng se tlame pelo ho rata ke se fe. Ha ele mona bokgopo ba lerato bo tabola ho feta bohale ba thipa,bo hulanya esita le ho thulanya pelo majweng. Helek! Ka tla ka sotleha kgutsana, lerato le thata le feta le lesika,le hlotse ngaka tse thata bo nkgono maNtsopa. Le jwale mosamo o motswalle wa popota,ya hao pelo e tibile ho feta kwetsa,makunutu aka le dillo tsa ka tsa bosiu,di bolokehile ho wena.le jwale wa tshepahala,etswe meokgo yaka eo kolobisa ho feta medupi. Le jwale Ramasedi ke yao leboha, hoba o modimo wa dipelo,o utlwa seka pelong yaka ntle le polelo hoba molomo o sitwa ho bolela. Dingata tseo ke ratang ho dibolela, empa,ho dibolela etlabe eka tletlebo. Mosotho 2:22 o ntha are ''ngwana ya salleng o shwela tharing''how unfortunate hoba yaka thari e puta sebodu,e nyeonya ho feta boko tsa ntja e shweleng. NA NE KE ITHUTELANG HO RATA MOTHO?

(If you want the full translation in English... The author is willing to do so. Just leave in a comment, will ensure its done in due time)

Surviving...


Train rails on the verge of the untouched,
Pure as the still waters
Pouring on human shells like dooming in the sky,
Healing day-to-day scares that are left unhealed,
For the first time the future has no meaning to me,
I have found truly what matters to me more than you ever had,
Never will I camouflage in the mist of flaws I was told I will bare forever,
Never will I wait at that river you left me waiting for your arrival,
You said you'd be here for me, 
The same way you said you would die for me,
Yes I died, and yes... I was born again,
Touched with the glories that were given to David after defeating Goliath,
Just tell me, where are you?!
Where have you been all this time?!
You stayed alright, 
In my heart which soon enough was struck with pain of "I told you so"
I will be alright... 
I will survive the jungles of your endless tortures. 

Sing All Ye People! by J. R. R. Tolkien


Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Anor,
For the Realm of Sauron is ended for ever,
And the Dark Tower is thrown down.

Sing and rejoice, ye people of the Tower of Guard,
For your watch hath not been in vain,
And the Black Gate is broken,
And your King hath passed through,
And he is victorious.

Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West,
For your King shall come again,
And he shall dwell among you
All the days of your life.

And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed,
And he shall plant it in the high places,
And the City shall be blessed.

Sing all ye people!

The long separation


I wanted to sing to you a melody,
A symphony that is sung by angels, maidens of heaven,
I forgave the steps you first took as an infant,
The long meters you drove, from my shadows to the light ,
How I wanted to spend but a minute with you,
With you on a bed that once was,
Wondering if the words "I Love You" ever meant anything to you
Not to hear you say them back,
All this time, I can't believe I could not see,
The small whispers in my ear
The drums that bang aloud in your heart,
You were the very breath I took,
The very sight I never had,
I am very aware of what we have passed,
A future we both predicted will come both our paths,
The division of two roads
Separated by nothing but personal greed and guilt,
I thought I would be happy to watch the sun set in your face,
I thought I would be like hail to fishermen on heavy seas and oceans,
I was wrong...
Good that God separated the heaven and the Earth,
Making heaven a destination far from my reach,
Though I still know we are to meet again,
Then truly the sun shall rise once more.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Who are you?


Left bare by the hungry lions and tigers of this life,
Swallowed by their shameless teeth of nothing but pain and shame,
I live with nothing but the picture they have left me with,
With the blood pouring from my nose, eyes and soul,
I thought me giving out honey from my nest would heal this trauma,
I gave myself up that day, let myself be like the lions that feed on me,
 Praying that this will be a future I would fit great into,
I punish myself with the burdens that they put on me,
Losing a fight even not my body could handle,
A place I used to call my own is now nothing but dust and a sickened black stain,
I am deceived by the very sight I call my own,
Who I am is no different to what I have now become,
I don’t even know what my image is in my part of life anymore, 
I am better left as who I am, 
For that will be the only way I find where I will be.

I wanna go home...


I want to go to a place, to a place of agelessness,
I want to be at a place where kings are born,
Where the universe makes sense and self centers are found,
A place that is never forgotten, and hardly remembered by others,
I want to be near my soil, near the roots of my forefathers before my being,
I want to be at a place I took my first step, said my first tongue,
A place that shaped my manhood, that made memories of daylight pleasures,
A place that wondered my imagination, that wowed my interpretations,
A place I get courage to claim victory after a major fall,
Victory claimed after my stand and well celebrated
I want to go to a place where peace is found,
A place that gives meaning to the mean less,
A place that showed me the true meaning of love, a place that showed me God,
A place I first encountered difficulties, 
A place I drove across happiness, sadness and pain
A place I dove, a place I was given birth to
I want to go to a place that gave me, me
A place that gave me brothers, sisters, a mother, a dad and even my very first puppy,
What I really what is this;
I want to go home, 
I want to go home!

Hold on...


Hold on…
Like a pillow of cloudiness covers, I held you close
I kept you safe from your fears, from your endless nightmares
I used to believe in forever, an everlasting fairytale 
But a hurricane came between our gardens of sweetened fruits
I held on to you, like you held on to me
I used to cry Hold on, but all my tears dried when everything we had scattered
I had had many lonely nights, many nights of sadness
I thought at first I was nothing without you, that you were my blue rose,
My rose that would not weather with the cold days of winter
But I guess I gained inner consciousness, a blessing from a place much higher than us,
A judgement having no right to be made by mankind
Though I fear for my cry, a cry holding on to my brain matter
Hold on… Hold on… echoes that move no near mountains 
Were you so strong?  Did you even matter that much?
I guess you just a repentant to a heart that has lost its mercy,
To a heart that has no boundaries to the fallen,
I look at you and all I still ever see was the words you left me with
The words that still limit my limitless egos  

Battle in me... by A4tic mind (Good friend of mine)


In this place I ace to win,
Battle with life, enemy is I,

Positioned as an armed soldier with pen and paper,
Freedom is the opened gate to express my words,


I surrender to God but not my captures,
Locked and chained with people's expectation, that is why I can't be I 

Screech, screech on these walls. My red broken finger nails,
Carrying the pain I feel no more,
Escaping has no sense to me,
Adaptation, I will survive!
This is a secret world where the darkest shadows lay to rest,
I feel no thorns beneath my feet,
My voice has no sound, 
Lost it in my thousand screams

Earth is so cold, Lucifer at heart,
People who live here are evil as the devil himself,
They stone me with words, 
Cover! They eye me not to see me bleed,
Remove thy ears not to hear me scream,
But I will walk until I reach
Tranquility I know aren't far

See, I have loved 
Those who pretend and never care,
Forgiveness is my curse,
Advantaged, they take a piece of my trust,
I lie to protect what is mine and what we don't share
The Battle in me!
I hate this hate that builds up inside of me
Having made me evil deep to the depths of my brain and heart,
All I can think of is darkness,
I need a cure.

A Brave and Startling Truth by Dr. Maya Angelou

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet 
Traveling through casual space 
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns 
To a destination where all signs tell us 
It is possible and imperative that we learn 
A brave and startling truth 

And when we come to it 
To the day of peacemaking 
When we release our fingers 
From fists of hostility 
And allow the pure air to cool our palms 

When we come to it 
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate 
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean 
When battlefields and coliseum 
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters 
Up with the bruised and bloody grass 
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil 

When the rapacious storming of the churches 
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased 
When the pennants are waving gaily 
When the banners of the world tremble 
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze 

When we come to it 
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders 
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce 
When land mines of death have been removed 
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace 
When religious ritual is not perfumed 
By the incense of burning flesh 
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake 
By nightmares of abuse 

When we come to it 
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids 
With their stones set in mysterious perfection 
Nor the Gardens of Babylon 
Hanging as eternal beauty 
In our collective memory 
Not the Grand Canyon 
Kindled into delicious color 
By Western sunsets 

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe 
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji 
Stretching to the Rising Sun 
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor, 
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores 
These are not the only wonders of the world 

When we come to it 
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe 
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger 
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace 
We, this people on this mote of matter 
In whose mouths abide cankerous words 
Which challenge our very existence 
Yet out of those same mouths 
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness 
That the heart falters in its labor 
And the body is quieted into awe 

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet 
Whose hands can strike with such abandon 
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living 
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness 
That the haughty neck is happy to bow 
And the proud back is glad to bend 
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction 
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines 

When we come to it 
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body 
Created on this earth, of this earth 
Have the power to fashion for this earth 
A climate where every man and every woman 
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety 
Without crippling fear 

When we come to it 
We must confess that we are the possible 
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world 
That is when, and only when 
We come to it. 

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

As I looked...



As I looked in the eyes of a broken man,
As I gazed upon his broken soul, being kept together by his tumbling skin,

I, thinking to myself about the promised wonders of this world we live in.
The day I saw that man, is the day I knew what a hero was,
I looked at every attempt he tried to keep it together
the further apart the walls of his inner peace broke,
Shattering peace-by-peace till eventually the foundations were left standing,
The day I looked into this man's eyes
the day I could have spot a broken heart,
A heart left with a body that layed still under the sunshines and dawns of a world no different than this,
I looked deep, going deeper and deeper, thinking he might be somewhere in sight.
The day I saw this man, the day I died looking straight at the devil's playground,
Angels being nowhere near this man, he looked as a smoke with no fire trying to find air,
Oh, the scares that are carried by this man, the tattoos that are on his cold feet.
Seeing this man made me see another hero with tears of fear,
Fear for the hopefulness of a future without the fruits bared by the tree in him.
When I looked into this man's eyes, I saw nothing!
I saw a blank page of a novel of endless pages,
The day I looked....
The day I lost!