Rare Gift of love

EACH DAY BLESSED AND IMMERSED IN GIFT THIS DAY EXPOSED UNFOLDED AND I BEHOLD …. HIM FREEDOM, RELEASE AND REALIZED, KNOWLEDGE OF THIS SIN OPENS A DOOR FINDING LOVE, MAKING MEANING IN OVERDOSE FROM FEAR AND THEN…….. MORE. SAYING EVERY TEAR MEANS YOU ARE HERE SHOWING EVERY PAIN REVEALING I CARE A YOU STARE I WILL SEE TIMES OF HAD NO STRAINS: BEAUTY REMEMBERING THIS NOW DUTY MORE STILL, THEN I KNOW LOVE HAS A VOICE IN REFRAIN. HEARING A CRY AND IT WAS NEVER AGAIN EVEN CHOICE LADY MY BABY MAYBE COMPLETE ME HAZY STRUCTURE OF ART, MEANING AT HEART INDEFINITELY WHEN SO…. LOST THEN EVERYTHING REALLY STARTS AND SUDDENLY IT MEANS WE WERE STILL PLAYING A PART IT IS I YOU NEED YOU SEE BEFORE ANYTHING CAN BE IF I DIE AND IF YOU BE, THIS IS THE ONLY THING BETWEEN MY PAIN AND YOUR GRIEF BOUND AND TIED BY THE WEIGHT GAIN OF THIS BELIEF I AM ALL OF ME LOST IN A WORLD WHERE LOVE MEANS EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING IS YOU TO ME LOVE-IN EVERYTHING I DO!

Finding a Way to say

Thank you for this existence

The story sounds like kind of a grievance

Thought it was all about persistence

It’s by God not by my insistence

A new day, feels like I have it all

Found a new way to get to the banquet hall

Was on a path, with each step was a fall

Everything was two dimensional.

Coming out to my prominence

I have everything in dominance

Doing good feels like providence

Failure has proven its incompetence

May 2, 2011 at 5:58pm

Spell binding

I am spell bound.

Bound by the myth of the unspoken spell.

Bound within gates of an open cell.

Every story about it I may tell,

Can never really tell it as well,

It tells like words of sort of mysteries,

Great magic in me is this real humility,

Something above me; put simply,

Same time giving me Identity.

Slowly toward a conquer

Submitting to sweet surrender

This ego is not really a contender

A lacing by experience and grievance I remember

A stance firm still free to substance

I just might be if given my chance.

May 2, 2011 at 5:52pm

Just a tourist

Are'nt we all normal?

Understanding of each other less than Cordial,

Accents Give a sense of diffrence,

discrimination and judgement in our eyes and silence,

How different from the other, the hair the colour?

How about mental order?

We walk past each other,

sometimes hurt one another,

We all love our mothers,

Given standards by our Fathers,

I will protect my sister,

always stand by my brother,

Give a chance to some other.

I realised the common trend of life order

We share love similar to each other,

Fear wars, hate betrayal, and have a sense of honour,

Yet! Prejudice, stranger at birth,

Mentors hate at some stage of growth,

Open our eyes see and feel love in our senses,

Be blind to hate and accents that gets on your nerves

Copyright ©2009 Nanpan G Guyit

This wind

Prophetic wind of change coming through.

When usual things are strange; not like we use to.

I feel, I hear, I plea, ever like now I need it

In spring to bring a stage of complete!

This is it, in this moment of bliss

I hear it sing blowing over everything in a hiss

Feel so nice and soothing

It reassuring its cooling

Just love this feeling.

Maybe something just passing.

Maybe prayers seek landing

Could just be momentary finding

But the hope it brings is worth believing

Just might be the waited revealing

In this life of search and finding

The one thing I speak when chanting

I am Living, dying, that this somehow change.

Nigerian made

May 2, 2011 at 5:55p

I hear U

I hear a calling

Defences maybe falling

Beneath my mind a yearning

above all,

My soul: the hole in need of filling

Its not about mindful intriging

its more about doubts of Isolating

Its where I am and heading debating

It seemed fine but its all not relating

Its a case of mine for compulsary sharing

I am full of happy feelngs

Still, I hear the offer for full healing

Though no more needng

This thought: she feels fulfilling

February 26, 2012 at 12:42pm

Need Power ; See Something

What is this I find me into, 

How is it this wind always comes to. 

I feel it now, how I wish it would just run through. 

It's there definitely, feel it strongly too. 

Now what to do in my brew 

Need a miracle, complimentary too 

Ill give all I find to use. 

Feeling of luck mixing with fate, 

Cold serving no plate. 

Not to Argue with the plan , 

I dread pain; on one hand. 

Can I be the hand that heal 

I already know in me what I feel 

Until You Say, its never a seal.

June 22, 2012 at 6:57am