One heartbeat away.
When your success has gone astray,
And every step seems to take it further away,
And that thing you have been waiting for donkey years,
That special person who can share in your joys and tears,
Now seems to be only a pipe dream,
And your progress wagon refuses to gather steam,
And there is but a dying flame to help you grope in the dark,
With the grim realities very stark,
When your God seems so far in a distant land,
And a following wind blows away your footprints in the sand,
Tap from that indomitable spirit in the heart of every man,
Let the sun of hope kiss your skin for a healthy tan,
For like death, it might only be one heartbeat afar,
Every heartbeat might take you closer to being that dream star,
One heartbeat, one heartbeat, one heartbeart so far.
afeseh ngwa hilary
Monday, February 8, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Deterrent for bad behavior!
Deterrent for bad behavior.
Don't just give me a sermon about hell,
Like you were born and raised in it,
Don't just give me a deterrent for bad behaviour,
Give me an incentive for good behaviour,
Tell me about heaven,
How it is the surest haven.
afeseh ngwa hilary
Don't just give me a sermon about hell,
Like you were born and raised in it,
Don't just give me a deterrent for bad behaviour,
Give me an incentive for good behaviour,
Tell me about heaven,
How it is the surest haven.
afeseh ngwa hilary
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The little lies!
The little lies!
The little lies we tell the world,
To shape our vulnerability,
Make them almost non-existent,
To doctor the perceptions,
To curry favors,
In the theater of the world,
The lies about the might of our strength,
The lies to excuse our falls,
The economized truth about our moral rectitude,
The lies about what is right,
So that wrong might have a place in the sun,
The deception in motives,
Caught in stereotypical locomotives,
The lies about our prison cells,
The lies about our captivity,
To the whim of sinful desire,
We say one thing and mean another,
Do one thing and claim the other,
The lies about our security,
Built on a fractured foundation of self,
Raised with the brick of rabid desires,
Insatiable desires to please the world,
In return for approval ratings and false validations,
And in the process we bypass the most important of all,
The validation of that one most important one,
The God of the heavens and the earth,
The one who keeps the air in your lungs,
The one who holds the muscles of your heart,
The one who pumps the life in your veins,
The one who holds the planetary bodies in their place,
The one who has the world inscribed on the palm of his hand,
The one who has the prerogative to without explanation,
Without consultation order the end,
And the end will come before the order is pronounced.
afeseh ngwa hilary
The little lies we tell the world,
To shape our vulnerability,
Make them almost non-existent,
To doctor the perceptions,
To curry favors,
In the theater of the world,
The lies about the might of our strength,
The lies to excuse our falls,
The economized truth about our moral rectitude,
The lies about what is right,
So that wrong might have a place in the sun,
The deception in motives,
Caught in stereotypical locomotives,
The lies about our prison cells,
The lies about our captivity,
To the whim of sinful desire,
We say one thing and mean another,
Do one thing and claim the other,
The lies about our security,
Built on a fractured foundation of self,
Raised with the brick of rabid desires,
Insatiable desires to please the world,
In return for approval ratings and false validations,
And in the process we bypass the most important of all,
The validation of that one most important one,
The God of the heavens and the earth,
The one who keeps the air in your lungs,
The one who holds the muscles of your heart,
The one who pumps the life in your veins,
The one who holds the planetary bodies in their place,
The one who has the world inscribed on the palm of his hand,
The one who has the prerogative to without explanation,
Without consultation order the end,
And the end will come before the order is pronounced.
afeseh ngwa hilary
Why I write!
I have given the reason why I write deep thought many times and it is a role which I take very seriously... as I a poet/writer I don't believe in writing for writing's sake...while I believe style is the garb of thought, I also believe that the words which are the wheels of the same must be deeply substantive and seek to highlight/dramatize and bring attention to an important issue which is receiving not enough attention or a deaf ear, to encourage, to give hope, to offer guided counsel, to identify with fellow man, to whip our common conscience and give life to our collective humanity, to share an experience, to unlock some positive energy in the reader as I try to take them on a mental journey with me about our common reality etc... tough call so I can only count on God... I think poets/writers should be impossible to bribe hehe haha :-)...
afeseh
afeseh
Monday, February 1, 2010
To those we love the most.
To those we love the most.
To those we love the most,
We give them the power to hurt us the most,
Love was never wrong,
It has never been wrong to love,
Even as intensely as you have loved Lindsey,
In spite of and despite what you got in return,
Yes love might hurt,
And very much so,
But love was never wrong,
Sometimes it is only in hindsight,
That we are wise enough to make it right,
But the tragedy or commedy if you like,
Is usually that by the time we can make it right,
The chance is gone and lost,
With every life in me,
I believe that He(God) still makes all things beautiful,
Beautiful in its time,
She might be part of some of your most cherished memories,
But now that she chose to walk away the way she did,
Even as you continue to cherish her memories,
An undue focus on them might bring you to the unfortunate place,
Where you fail to see,
And reach out to that sweeter song,
Which is always there waiting to be claimed,
By those who refuse to wallow in the regrets of the past,
And cling to the comfort of the moment,
I can imagine how you feel,
Pray for her always and wish her well,
Give instructions for your letters to be sacredly kept,
They sure will give us a window to a love which never died,
One whose undying embers will still be fanned to a fiery flame,
Any day , any time by the harmattan winds of mere sight,
Tomorrow I can bet my life you will realise,
That you were spared life long worry and sorrow,
Not being a life long partner to the woman you have loved so much.
afeseh ngwa hilary
To those we love the most,
We give them the power to hurt us the most,
Love was never wrong,
It has never been wrong to love,
Even as intensely as you have loved Lindsey,
In spite of and despite what you got in return,
Yes love might hurt,
And very much so,
But love was never wrong,
Sometimes it is only in hindsight,
That we are wise enough to make it right,
But the tragedy or commedy if you like,
Is usually that by the time we can make it right,
The chance is gone and lost,
With every life in me,
I believe that He(God) still makes all things beautiful,
Beautiful in its time,
She might be part of some of your most cherished memories,
But now that she chose to walk away the way she did,
Even as you continue to cherish her memories,
An undue focus on them might bring you to the unfortunate place,
Where you fail to see,
And reach out to that sweeter song,
Which is always there waiting to be claimed,
By those who refuse to wallow in the regrets of the past,
And cling to the comfort of the moment,
I can imagine how you feel,
Pray for her always and wish her well,
Give instructions for your letters to be sacredly kept,
They sure will give us a window to a love which never died,
One whose undying embers will still be fanned to a fiery flame,
Any day , any time by the harmattan winds of mere sight,
Tomorrow I can bet my life you will realise,
That you were spared life long worry and sorrow,
Not being a life long partner to the woman you have loved so much.
afeseh ngwa hilary
Friday, January 29, 2010
The test of true love...
The test of true love...
A good feeling is a good feeling,
And love is love,
Sometimes they meet,
Sometimes they don't,
True love is not a trophy to be earned,
It is a habit to be learned,
It is a free will gift,
With the power to lift,
It is a choice,
It is a voice,
Which only the heart can hear,
And in the process calm its fear,
It is a tough call,
A call to be tall,
With overtones of sacrifice,
Sweet when love grips you like a vice,
Love's company can be a tear,
Accompanied by a heart tear,
Which only more love can heal,
Till the wound is sealed,
The truest call is the toughest,
The call to love the roughest,
The most undeserving,
The one who put a gun on your head,
Shot your daddy,
Raped your mom and sisters,
Robbed you of every valuable thing,
It is a choice in grace...
It is the heart of life,
The beginning and end of life.
afeseh ngwa hilary
A good feeling is a good feeling,
And love is love,
Sometimes they meet,
Sometimes they don't,
True love is not a trophy to be earned,
It is a habit to be learned,
It is a free will gift,
With the power to lift,
It is a choice,
It is a voice,
Which only the heart can hear,
And in the process calm its fear,
It is a tough call,
A call to be tall,
With overtones of sacrifice,
Sweet when love grips you like a vice,
Love's company can be a tear,
Accompanied by a heart tear,
Which only more love can heal,
Till the wound is sealed,
The truest call is the toughest,
The call to love the roughest,
The most undeserving,
The one who put a gun on your head,
Shot your daddy,
Raped your mom and sisters,
Robbed you of every valuable thing,
It is a choice in grace...
It is the heart of life,
The beginning and end of life.
afeseh ngwa hilary
An elusive 'happy ever after'!!!
An elusive 'happy ever after'
Beautiful with childlike innocence,
Marked to be princess,
Plucked from the obscurity of naivety,
Thrust into the world stage,
To meet the rising demands of providence and prominence,
Princess to a prince who appeared to have it all,
Stuff only read in fairy tales,
Becoming true in real life,
Stubborn doubt stole the certainty of her vows,
Yet she was quick to dismiss them,
She had come too far,
It was easier to ignore the signs of future trouble,
Than to confront the begging warning signs,
So in stead of running away from trouble,
She walked down the isle,
Prince and princess,
Set on a futile journey,
To pin down an elusive 'happy ever after',
Neither effort nor time,
Was a good enough ally,
Against all odds,
Despite mind boggling endurance,
In the midst of unspeakable loneliness,
The sailing ship of marriage,
Which sought the promised bliss of prince wedded to princess,
Hit an iceberg of built up deceit,
Too serious for the ship to survive,
And once again this was proof,
That fairy tales are fairy tales,
And real life is real life,
And in real life,
Things only work,
Following an indefatigable hard work.
afeseh ngwa hilary.
Beautiful with childlike innocence,
Marked to be princess,
Plucked from the obscurity of naivety,
Thrust into the world stage,
To meet the rising demands of providence and prominence,
Princess to a prince who appeared to have it all,
Stuff only read in fairy tales,
Becoming true in real life,
Stubborn doubt stole the certainty of her vows,
Yet she was quick to dismiss them,
She had come too far,
It was easier to ignore the signs of future trouble,
Than to confront the begging warning signs,
So in stead of running away from trouble,
She walked down the isle,
Prince and princess,
Set on a futile journey,
To pin down an elusive 'happy ever after',
Neither effort nor time,
Was a good enough ally,
Against all odds,
Despite mind boggling endurance,
In the midst of unspeakable loneliness,
The sailing ship of marriage,
Which sought the promised bliss of prince wedded to princess,
Hit an iceberg of built up deceit,
Too serious for the ship to survive,
And once again this was proof,
That fairy tales are fairy tales,
And real life is real life,
And in real life,
Things only work,
Following an indefatigable hard work.
afeseh ngwa hilary.
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