THE MESSAGE

I see the cause of this mental pollution

But I can’t place a finger on its solution

When kids are constantly begging for direction

That will lead them out of their affliction

So much has been said about religion

But it has only served to bring about division

You see we constantly ague about a messenger

And we forget to listen to the message

Me, I chose to follow the one born and placed in a manger

In order to avoid a future and imminent danger, of hell

For I have an assurance from the Father

Who tells me he will take me further

Beyond my wildest dreams and imaginations,

Rather than forsake me he surrounds me with love

And gives me someone to call my brother

I have a blessed assurance

That can’t be matched even by Madison Insurance

An assurance so great that blood had to be shed

My burden of sin so great that a price had to be paid

You may choose to pelt me with stones

Or clobber me till you see my bones

But I must say to you, do your worst

But before you do, listen to the message first

I call him Jehovah, you call him Allah

And all we aim to do is turn haters into lovers

So I ask you this, who do you believe in?

Answer me that coz at the moment am grieving

Because of the reflections in the mirror

Which tell me that the end is getting nearer

LOCTA

His fragile heart lays broken by the jagged teeth of life

He never saw it coming, never fathomed the possibility

It was like the boredom of purgatorial souls

forever languishing in the miasma of regret

But was it his fault to have loved and lost?

It was better than to have never loved at all.

The acid tears run down his flustered cheeks

as the gargantuan headaches pound away unforgivingly

The dusty dungeons of loneliness beckon to him

He feels no objection as he edges towards the black light

It was an Armageddon of the heart

And the chubby angelic cupid seems to be dead

But then the spirit rises like a phoenix

From the fiery aftermath of its consumption

Confidence bursting like sore wounds

that are popping from the ripeness of recovery

The cruel world is his playground

And he will rule it like an 8^th grade bully.

Not taking any prisoners on his forward march

towards supremacy of the heart and soul

Because he has learnt to trust no one

But his unwavering, irreplaceable and devoted self

A NAKED MIND

Stripped and hosed down

My thoughts are blank, like a blind man trying to see

My mind is in a constant state of need

A need to be free of all that makes me think

I want to be naked, yes, I said naked

But not in the sense of the physical, but the mental

Like sweet poetry recited on a heavenly instrumental

A naked mind, lost in ancient time

Blessed by the words of the divine

I was born free,

But the roots no longer compliment the tree

I leave my wicked ways in search of purity

And a kingdom of tranquillity

So as naked as I came, as naked I will go

Drop knowledge that leaves the world unbalanced

And portray me as unequalled among those that seek

the same mental freedom