Olúwafèyíṣarámi

You speak And I'm expected to listen Oh, wonderful orator! You speak And I'm  expected to trust (that what is said is absolute), I am expected not to process the thought Let alone, disagree. But I dare to speak And just as suddenly, We speak different tongues, And cry for interpreters to come to our aid. I slowly speak, Yet my words reach you on a different frequency What possibly will you have me say? Either I dance to your tune Or else, I'm toying with your destiny? You speak, Or is it possible I am the one not hearing rightly? How did we get here? When did translators become a norm? Lord knows I'm not over this. But this is where we are... This is the colour of our friendship Or whatever 'this' is This is what we have become. I watch on as this drama unfolds.

Wish I could say what really is going in Wish I could tell you That I've had no release to reply Wish I could tell u just how I feel inside Wish you could see that I am a mess. And would rather say a million things While saying nothing. ... For either way, I doubt it makes a difference. All that is required is an answer I don't readily have. I wish I did though.... For I'm gonna miss you. I wish I could break protocol And give you the first kiss To send you forth and bring you back home. But I guess he has some other plans. It has to be your choice. So I take the back seat I'm choosing to wait Not even this can ruin it for me. For I have lived my whole life That the Father may be pleased. I won't trade that future for anything. I'll trust even in tears. I'll hope even against hope. Irrespective of the outcome.

At the crossroad, A yes or no would do... But it just has to be difficult for me, You just had to be silent over this matter. I have cried many times To the Lord who knows all And is all.... And yet,he stays mute. What do I do that I haven't done? I've got my fears....but they aren't excuses They are just reasons that have drawn the borders of our relationship My haven is cracking And I'm scared, Yet my heart's opened up to bigger possibilities And Lord knows I hate what it's doing to you too. But I'm helpless here,clueless even. But why Lord are you still? I'm bowed. I have no words... I miss my 'friend' As I have for the many years we have been. Yet wait I must. Not wound an already hurting heart. If ever I wanted to play games, In the wide open field, I could have...but that me is dead Along with the season. I have nothing in me that can do that. Remember many seasons ago, You all played this game but me. I w...

Hello. I knocked at your door for so long But had to leave. Perhaps the long awaited answer could have sufficed Perhaps not. But light would have been shed on the path ahead And more so,on the path we thought we'd left behind. The way into the holy of holies Can never be open Until all that is the past and present is truly torched... And it will be. For nothing less sill stand. A walk down the road A walk down the past A walk down memory lane An open can of worms A bait for catching the morrow The beginning of healing A journey into wholeness. A journey into truth... Freedom. How can you truly love without these? How can you love another Without a proper definition Of your relationship with Christ? For u can only love as much as he has shown you... I'm gone now... With my words, And my tears.... And you'd be gone In pursuit of something you know not And still you think you do. I'm humbled by it all And I don't have to have words....

Learning from my friend How easy it is to point fingers And forget to light your own base. Yet everyone can see it's folly. Hanging on to mere principles Without the flow of the Spirit Is like walking with closed eyes. What sets you apart as a follower of this path? Hence the shout about "consciousness "... Now a word with little weight. The lampstand Without the system of the olives Is just strength and might Something to boast about. Self. Empty gong, Where is thy base? Can you pause a moment to see you? Know thyself. 

Sometimes, we see the need to acquire Yet do not see its worth. Other times, we see product amongst products, And fail to see the product of products. The song of songs....Selah

The Lord woos his bride. There is a place for Solomon to woo his beloved. There is a place for proving that you are worthy of her. She needs to be convinced to go with you on that journey. Again, you need to make an effort; Not just throw it at her feet and gloat at her shortcomings. Yet play around as usual, frolicking without remorse. Waiting to point out that you are in the right Supposedly, the one who knows what he is doing To be respected, listened to as Lord of all. How dare you play God? When even God whom you claim to emulate Is focused on his bride Without pride. How dare you ask the question of a lifetime Without total conviction in your heart? Oh, you were asked to wait for the proper moment? That wait was for you, not me My count starts from the moment you pop the question. And Lord knows I am far from being convinced. You have laid it on the table. I have heard you....take it or leave it...it does not matter to me. You may have meant well. but it s...