Olúwafèyíṣarámi

Misery calls unto misery and press in on every side; my tongue has lost its taste for food and my eyes overflow with tears. My questions smother me, piling up unanswered. I wait for some miracle. I trust your hand to uphold me; I have seen the mighty fall and lord, only by your mercies am I even here. How then can I dare say that I choose by myself to stand, is it not your grace holding me? Even when all go according to my own plans, can I then be offended at you? In my craziest moments, did u not still embrace me? How then would I dare take forgranted this love? By your mercy, o lord, save me. Teach me how to be renewed. Teach me your ways and plant my feet on the ancient paths. Take me to your way. Make me and your will ONE.

It is said to be easy to lie to oneself   And easier to swim along d tides of denial   One may even build a haven   Within the confines of one's beliefs   BUT we know that   Truth will always find a way   And Love,the trophy.

Even if the men of God go blind And the wise men speak one voice of great untruth; Even when we think we do outsmart the prophets, Or we belittle their anointing to their weaknesses; God sees,He knows And all that He knew outside of time He will reveal here in a matter of time... The curtains will fall Most definitely the drama will be over Then we all will see Those things that will survive stay unshakable The truth cannot be helped. We will see as it all is. Stay tuned... The drama is yet on.

No matter how much a fish enjoys time here on land   Is crowned queen and showered with all its riches;   She still will   Most definitely   Out of necessity   And in time,   Return to her domot.   The water must tug at her heart.   You can so much as adorn a pig   Clothe him and sit him with princes   Elevate his status amongst men   It all will cease to make sense   With time;   He will   Most definitely   Out of a necessity;   Grunt on till he finds his domot.   The sty will always call.

The seasons for conversations Av long wanned. The beauty of friendship now sour And the intelligence of shared words Diffused to tears. U've changed Or maybe i live in a fool's world Unstable, u keep blowing hot and cold A clear indicator of the falsehood of our four years Your dream, my reality? both av become one broken twist. And its too late to wish Too late to gather even the crumbs left for dogs. Too far gone to seduce a lie Too far a memory to conjure. And yet all d inbetweeners remain... it is all gone; over; dead As whispers in the wind.

I believe in kisses. They always have a story to tell; Taste defines a kiss. Your buds respond to each kiss As a reflection of the depth anticipated Ever before the first intimate encounter. I believe in kisses. They always have a story to tell; They always have a story to tell; Every kiss means something Some just mean more than others.

WHEN YOU SLEEP You are some times distant Like the MTN Marathon Far at the beginning But close in the end You stay entwined In the thick bush of your hair At unexpected seasons you flip And fly with the flock of birds Your mouth is speaking The gospel in Psalms And secrets in Revelations Your eyes hide a pirate chest of words Tucked safely in the deep waters of your being But when you sleep . . . Everything ceases to be The race is tortoise The forest is bare The birds at nest The coast is clear.  KM Quadri