Olúwafèyíṣarámi

Lord let us be as you are As we lift our hands to you Let each life that comes to you Be cut to size at the quarry Stone shaped without human hands Make me a living stone  Tried and precious to you Fit as a son That I also may build with you Every Stone for one body Christ's body be built. Light be! So, Let my soul be Your word you have spoken I have heard Yes, I have seen My hands have handled My life has experienced I write I sing Now, I speak I declare! I am.

In these days It seems that all that had been learnt Has been either forgotten Or unlearned to be relearnt But the basic things elude me Leaving me small and bare And my speech a ramble of thoughts. I know not if this should be    But trusting in my heart       Here I am, laid down Splattered out on the altar That somehow, you may be pleased As the smell of burning flesh reaches you  This is me                             All of me                                     My questions and fears                   My entrails arranged before you      I live to worship you.

Who is my brother? Who is the same seed as me? One once defined it as the one who does the father's will. Another categorised seed from seeds... But have you seen the matrix? Unfortunately, no one can be told what it is... It will find you if you really want it to. One's eyes just has to be open to see it, the Truth. Until your eyes hurt from first usage, You yet haven't seen a thing. You are yet a slave, unfreed. Was Cypher a brother? Was Judas a brother? So, though they partook of the same plate, But did they really partake of the same stuff ? Indeed what goes into a man never defiles him But that which comes from within him. So,  though they spoke the same language, were they of the same source? Did they drink of the same well? Are they of the same process of birth? Were they from the same womb? Was Cain a brother to Abel? Was it the same mindset that moulded their decisions? Cypher sits and looks around A man who despised the way ...

Stripped...separated by one issue or another... Always one excuse or the other But one sure thing... Not as an outcast. Yet, You set me apart,even in the midst of a people. And I'm lost constantly waiting for time to pass Hoping that time will heal all gaps And unity can hold us all in accord. But time is lost in eternity. With no more tears, Embracing the life I've come to know I press on in trust until all emotion become numb Or dare I say dead? Standing afar, yet pushing closer to the mark Further breaking my heart Grinding me and aiming for fine dust... Humbling me by lifting my head And as a light tower, cannot be hidden. But watching on...waiting...standing and Saying nothing as the nation's troop in. Until the day my separation is indeed complete. And words bubble forth as a fountain from its core. 

Please do not act like you care. Because in truth, I do want you to. Without me asking for it. Though you think I am the strong one, But I do have my struggles... Transparent as I am, I wear my all on my sleeve. Yet, in trust I stand...I wait. Wishing there was a spoon... Where of course there is none. I watch on...trying to make sense Of the care,concern, and freedom That just got engrafted into the wild What is this? Acquintances or something like it? Friendship or just a game? Whatever it is, honesty rules. For this sole purpose, We have refused to take the highway. .. For we know where that road ends. We have been there before... de javu. We choose the old way. To meet the one who will answer our questions. .. Requirement? Same. Honesty.

Oh. the little things we overlook. The little foxes that spoil the vine... The same that goes for the self goes for the corporate. The vices of self that I tolerate, I tend to overlook in others. What do we see? We tend to rate visible vices higher  than the latent ones and easily tolerate a bitterness in another brother though will never embrace a murderer What really do we see? Is there a difference? Is it easier to overlook emotional abuse than rape? Look around and see through a different set of eyes! Do we see what the Matrix movie is about? Do we see that every one is a potential evil? Struggling as we are against the tide of these existing systems, They persistently stick like glue. No wonder it is so hard to see freedom. We are more than skin deep in this mess! But when we do see, A new world is open before us Shinning so bright the eyes must be stung. The world we see Definitely is who we are. As my father says, 'I am the determinant or the lens ...