Olúwafèyíṣarámi

I cry for all those I've lost I weep for the more that was never birthed I shed hot tears for words unspoken For fights never fought And grounds never won. I cry for the me yet unexpressed. How I long to show you How I scream to be heard How I'm transparent that you see every possible green.... Yet we just never get there. It's aborted before inception. And I am heartbroken again.... All over heart broken.... Still.... I miss you. Still I weep for what we lost... Or what we could have Gained.... Or the pieces yet unpicked by another.... For parts of me yet unsearched.

‘I crawl through my blinding tears. As my heart wrenches with my sobs Confusion nags at me As I am just a platform In between two towers Of great significance in my existence. I feel like ‘that’ poison all over again That lures its victim unto death Only this time, I myself taste Of the killing-dying effect That poison leaves in its aftermath And I am shaken beyond understanding My tears rain down Yet, I know it’s not for me alone But for the towers as well as the platform For each position we occupy In this formation called purpose To stand together even in death; else fall.’   

We are coming into a place where the educational system along with many other systems will fail All as we know them right now will come to nought. There is a place we will get to where all the money in this world would not matter. the money spent on your children will cease to matter. What will matter and what will make the difference will be the word we had received over the lives of these kids and guided them to walk in; The quality that will divide will be in the prophetic openings over the lives of these kids. No school can impart that quality through education. But in setting their feet where they should be... strategically positioning them in God Separating them from all else that reeks of a "Mob Mentality" Making them grounded in the different way that provided the word In which the Fathers reckoned with in the scriptures had treaded. His way...

i am not in any way better than you, I only seem to be because I have gone this route before. Oh yes, I seem to know what you should do Only because I have gone through the same. In anger, frustration and pain. From the deep recesses of these, I made decisions to soothe my pain Vinegar to numb my soul It stopped being about the Lord All I gunned for was my own goal. Yet Mercy showed up Mercy found me. Opened me up to see the selfishness in me And showed me a new way.... Paved a path into being a new man.

I have really few words to say. You know, everything around here in this company speaks to me To me, it is an Expression of the kingdom. And as we know, the kingdom is not just where it is, it advances through the ages. This is one of the strategies of progression. I am not here to preach But to affirm that the steps the company has taken/is taking is in the right direction. I know this cos I have seen it. We have done well, no matter how harsh it seems. But that's the beauty of life and progression. We make some friends, we lose some, In the end all of that will give us the distinction that makes each person who they are. I don't know how many people have seen the movie, The Matrix. I see this organization as the Nebuchadnezzar ship Which was the ship with the highest priority. You must have gone through different phases to be on that ship. You must meet certain criteria or specifications to be allowed to be onboard that ship You know why? Because you will...

I throw my hands in the air I break free Flying high across the uncharted Seeing the unseen Writing the unwritten. Oh what joy, oh what wonder. The yet unspoken coming alive before my very eyes! My center taking shape, I see me. Jack! What is your center? Why is it scary to be a guardian? I never knew it would be this much of a struggle A war between my emotions and I. I suddenly try to speak objectively when all of me is subjective. I am a mess not knowing how to act when shown a little affection the exact replica of the finger I point at you. I am just a mirror of you. A mangled mess, beneath the shiny dross. Conspicuous and attractive, yet hollow. Is it about being seen, heard or approved? I am that Jack Frost Whom I have referenced but never seen. It is me, coming out of my skin Blossoming into this version of me It is no longer my version of events. It is me, finding my center. It no longer matters that no one sees. You sent me. You see. You validat...

I'm free, so free I'm free! I'm singing on and jumping high Cos I'm free Spring to my steps Dance to my feet I'm free, so free. I'm free. All that was needed was a reason Even a stupid one. We found it And you'll never know what was at stake Never miss what you didn't have I bow in peace. I'm free! Fly, Feyisarami. Fly!!