Where the word of a king is, there is power That is why I speak and the earth listens I whisper and the seas shudder All of creation bright and beautiful Await my awakening – the dawn of the King Creatures great and small Earnestly yearn for my arrival Where the word of a king is, there is power That is why my words are spiced and seasoned with salt No longer idle words laden with mulch They are hard at work to bring me results I grip the reins of my mouth and control my rudder To safe haven I direct my life no matter the weather Where the word of a king is, there is power For this is the weapon of our warfare, it is no small matter Breaking through walls and barricades Trouncing demon spawns and smashing hell’s gates I release my words, they burst forth like fire I am a king, my words are my
DEAR FEAR, I only refer to you as “dear” because of our long-term, intimate relationship, and certainly not because you are dear to me in any way. In fact, you have been a tormenting influence from start to finish. You have told me lies and prevented me from doing the things I wanted to do and should have done. You are indeed a miserable, wretched companion and one that I no longer am willing to be involved with. I am writing you this letter to let you know that from this point forward, I will not fear! Although I may feel your presence, I will not bow down to your demands. I have a friend whose name is Jesus, and He has promised to never leave me nor forsake me, but to be with me always. He is indeed a powerful friend and although you do have some power, His is by far much greater than yours. You can come
Out of the blues
and without a clue
I found a poem
that turned my head
“quickly” said I
let us blog this rhyme
and tickle “le readers”
with poetic chime…
– The Wordsmyht
ENJOY THIS POEM
You can’t make an omelette without breaking some Eggs,
I’ll let no harm come to her Legs.
You can’t be alive and still be Dead,
I’ll let no injury come to her Head.
Don’t you Understand,
I’ll let nothing break her Hand.
I’ll let no one step on her Toes.
You can’t speak well without beautiful Lips,
I’ll let no man touch her Hips.
You can’t be wise and still tell Lies,
nothing bad will touch her Eyes.
You can’t be in pain and not shed Tears,
I’ll let nothing happen to her Ears.
You can’t move without walking on the Street,
no evil shall come near her Feet.
No matter how far we are Apart,
I will never break her Heart.
If she asks me for a million and one Things,
I won’t get tired of giving her till the fat lady Sings.
If she keeps coming Back,
there is nothing good she will ever Lack.
When we go to the shopping Mall,
I’ll pay for it All.
If she wants More,
I’ll buy the whole Store.
If she’s afraid to Ask,
I’m up to the Task.
My sweet Honey,
deserves my Honey.
I’ll let her scatter it in the Air,
because there’s really nothing There.
If she wants the sun and Moon,
I’ll get it Soon.
If she wants the Stars,
I’ll buy her planet Mars.
If she comes Again,
I’ll take her to Spain.
If she needs more Space,
I’ll buy a bigger Place.
If she wants my last Dime,
I’ll give it to her on Time.
from the Rhyme Master
The Rock Haven
777, Maverick Drive
31ST JULY 2013
Subject: Meeting Lady M (Episode III)
Take me back to school.
I really don’t know what to write anymore. The rush of emotions – delightful and passionate – has nearly sent me insane. I am at the foot of a waterfall, the endless cascade of passion whenever I dare to think about you.
It is like you have stolen the control system of my brain. My nerves are totally in your control, subject to your will. Oh well… it is not that serious, but I enjoy thinking about you so much. So much that I don’t even know where to start. This letter will be short unlike the others…
Love is a simply decision. A decision to stay and support, a decision to give and to build, it is my decision. Take me back to school and teach me what it means to love you. I am here to serve.
My lady what is your desire? I will be awaiting your response.
The Rock Haven
777, Maverick Drive
23RD May 2013
Subject: Meeting Lady M (Episode II)
You are my Porcelain Perfection.
I still remember the first day I saw you. It was a hot sunny afternoon; the sun was near its zenith in the sky. Did you enjoy that pun? Cause if you remember well, you were coming out of Zenith Bank. Beads of sweat scattered themselves on my face like little children out to play. My heart nearly raced out of my mouth. I was truly scared. I imagined you would be absolutely breathtaking and my! You really were. The moment my eyes held you in their gaze I knew – this was the face of all my poetic musings.
Some days are forever etched in memory. You can neither forget them nor regret them. They latch on to your thoughts creating endless return trips back. Daily I walk through the halls of my mind and replay that day. How I sauntered under the sun to you. How you flashed that audacious smile of yours my way. How your eyes whispered to me – “welcome home”. We first made contact on twitter, your brain spilling a glorious amount of tweets… then we met on the paved streets of Lekki and I daresay you swept me off my feet.
Sigh. I believe I must be in love though I must not make haste… after all the sun isn’t shining now, so no time to make hay. Cheii… I am silly o. They say roses are red, I can only imagine how glorious such red was before the fall. Violets glow with a blue hue, and all I can say is I love you. Meeting you has taken me back to those moments before Eden fell. I sometimes wish I could buy you a rose, or come late at night and serenade you but perhaps these are the longings of a man who has watched too many romantic movies.
Time to go… Quick one though, If I was Adam and you were Eve what would we be doing now? How would we build our home, raise our kids? Silly me, I have started rambling.
Yours in Oceans of Love