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

Syn: Destiny and Me

I am still practicing the things i believe. the young little boy with a heart that is kind and mild in its many parts. he is serious, curious definately not oblivious of what this existence presents. The sixth sense, non sense, it makes some kind of sense.

Ok its all about pretence, to live the existence behave only be the rules some ones gave. love me, they say and want to watch him live it this way, no way but one way or else the best of me gets away.

Living it low, going real slow because this is how eveyone wants you to go and yet it is known these roads are already well known.

Lack of power, feels so soar, so you just stay under radar and just pray and wait by the hour. if only they will listen, all the solutions i will hasten just dont let your soul be overtaken.

The streets of my city, the beats of my synphony living life pretty dangerously loving so intensely while eveyone is saying gently, gently..

Dont they see, i am made of plenty the good and the ugly, all these things fulfil me while the world is out to refuse me.

Every nick name is my name even if you take it as some kinda game you gotta believe this boy with the plantain, the dance and the bounce soul stance, all the same.

No tears, not trying to hurt any ears, but sometimes in the quite the seem to forget me was sometimes my only fears.

Dads baby plays with me maybe, mums sweetie honey baby.

With the radio, in my cameo listening to songs of sweet soul. Mbonny in my memory was like a favorite symphony.

Then a baby buffalo soljahing dont even know what i thought then was the meaning. Soul rebeling, boundary attempting was born to live a life without regretting.

At times i am raging, when ever my intergity recieve underestimating, you see back then i was still manifesting so its okay to do all that over-reacting.

Today nothing much to say, doing anything try to make any day a better day.

Still on, steady rocking have always loved the love in a song, my song our songs have always said heal the world for long.

WRITING STYLE;I Call the rhythm of expression.

This is the writing style. This is the way I say what I know. The feelings of what you say holds the true meaning and understanding of the sentences. You then understand in your senses. I just say it my way. Generally comes with some sway. In the way I lay each word and put my whole story on display:For you; to understand the way my feelings try to put its capture to you. I pull you in coz everything and more actually lies within. The lies about the way it is and how each one finds its release.  Say in the way everyone understands there is nothing wrong in knowing only what u feel and each feeling is meaning.Bouncing like waves, the words pauses and stalls on its way being the only visual my eyes happened to see.It’s the same thing everyone is trying to say but your way really understood, tells the same story about everyone’s part of the HOOD. ;-)Everyone’s ones way can add a little sway to the way I relate with my own replay of the day. . I was sad but not exactly but close to yours. I definitely do not know it all. Take mine, Let me borrow from yours.Let my semi colon be a pause that continues quarter skip of the pause and just go-on’ on its cause.Some accent signs showing some dents in the seeming flat street. The signs sometimes are an emotional expression of the visual depicture of that situation.Even this definition is more in the way and moments the words arrange it all. It is also in what I chose to say or those I did not: and leave it some; to your own thoughts that might change and try feeling my Say. 

 

Freeze

THE BREEZE THAT FREEZES THE TREES

BLOW COLD ON ME

MAKE IT ALL STAND STILL

LET ME FIND FREEDOM AT MY WILL

THE MYSTERIES OF LIFE

SEEMS EVEN WISDOM CONCEALS

MY HEART IS BOLD

BUT EMOTION HAS NO CONTROL

I START TO HOPE

BUT IN PAIN MY BELIEFS ELOPE

FROZEN LIKE BLOOD STILL BORN IN THE WIDOWS BOSOM

LIFE LIKE PINS AND BUBBLES INTERWOVEN

CONTAIN MY TRIBULATIONS IN THEIR DOZENS

FREE MY HEART OF HOPELESS YEARNINGS

TIME THAT STANDS STILL

AT SOME MOMENT PLEASE FIND ME

STOP THE HEARTBREAK IN MY SENSES I SEE

I FEEL IT COMING AT ME MERCILESSLY

NOT KNOWING IS LIFES TRILLS

KNOWING LOVE OVERPOWERS CONTROL, GIVES ME THE CHILLS

WIND OF WINTER

FREEZE THE TEARS ON MY CHECK LIKE WHISKERS

ARREST THE PAIN IN HEART WHERE IT BECKONS

GIVE PEACE AND FREEDOM EVEN FOR A SECOND

EVERYTHING JUST FREEZE

LET THE BREEZE JUST BLOW OVER EACH THING AND DEEDS

SO MUCH SO SUDDENLY

SOMETIMES I DON’T EVEN SEE

I WISH IT WOULD ALL JUST FREEZE.

Beautiful Nights too

Queen of the night.

Not everyone sees you

but quite a few have perceived you.

How special you must be

your beauty is shared for me only at night

What do you know about the night?

how the trees sleep in plain sight

sway in the dreams of the breeze delight

along with all the fears we share

Like at day, somethings seem beautiful at night.

Silence of the world of struggle

calm now time for emotional tussle

contemplation of faith

devotion presented on a plate

contemplation, deep meditation

with all this comes along spiritual manifestations

that is why sometimes I say my prayers all night.

Look out your windows

see the calm beauty of moon light

looking precious in our plain sight

See the twinkling star light

pretty as they might

are greater yet right there for our own delight

I am great Just might

to be able, able as me

neither by my own little might.

Tears&Fears:Jos Nigeria

Woke up on a God given morning, the smoke in the air contested my Breathing.

It was blood it was war, all this eluded my Believing

A friend like my brother, by some lies and deceiving pursues me with blind Grieving

As I ran, i asked myself what could I be Seeing?

Jumped Over hurdles of bodies I once exchanged Greetings

It was religion it was politics it was just too Disbelieving

Children carry knives and guns when they should be Schooling

Mother chop up while at home Nursing

Fathers at war when for Nigeria should be Working

Right before our very eyes, the future is slowly Dieing.

Religious war, I wonder what God you are Believing

Ethnic cause, I wonder How it is God you Serving

Is it me or is it you that you are Deceiving?

I wonder what you tell yourself when you do all this senseless Killing

Peace Had always been the beautiful Bride

Side by side our collaboration was our Pride

One day, all this was good Bye

When did friendship, when did humanity Die?

Children these days live with Fears and Tears

My childhood was nothing like Theirs

This really cant be fair, I just cant let them drown in Despair

I must do what i can to bring some Repair.

All being Said

Now they say he died so soon. making him look more mortal than immortal. maybe so we don't revere further. Not really much to bother. Fairy tale, fiction and all the various depictions. The thing is, the moral of the story is I am just like you. Yea, the shroud of Turin.

Do you Know

I ask because I dont

Know the reason why stopping this, I wont

End this feeling, I cant

Sometimes I feel its all I want

This can pass for a need

You grow in me like seed

Being cause intent for my deeds

On your aura, I feed

This is Love, I must have been deceived

Lived to know love in the rules

But I see in love, the moment is your cue

Glue of life I wanna share with you

My world crumbles except for thoughts of you

It floats above

Defiles yet energizes resolve

Its a space you find

Enough to bring hearts of your Kind

This in you I know i can find

Trust me

do not, dont pay me no mind

No fright, let go the fight

let unity taxi in and take flight

Its a new world, by the time its night

In this struggle,

pride is toppled

Its called love but i cant explain it

Come with me and get to know it

Sweet Remembering

Everyone knows, i am the sleeping dragon

no wonder i dont see shutters when it shows

Born of fire calm in my lair,

yet though i must live on the tongues of the liar.

maybe it should sleep forever

in a world where u know u are not the only power

i may know even destructions for reconstruction

Should the dragons sleep forever

or come a day i must make u remember

For in this evil world i was never a member,

Funny how i must make me remember

how much i live each moment through December

Funny how i must remember

kindness, sweet pleasure of friends

sweet treasure of family trends.

Dragon nest dragon lair

provide inspirer my prayer

Eyes of love

Deep, the thoughts in my mind when I see you in my heart

Deep, the feelings in my soul when my emotions seek a path to follow

\Deep in my sleep when I dream of cities of Gold and a crystal dome

Deep in my laughter the reason there is a smile in my heart

\Deep in my silence the words to the song of the unborn

Deep concentration when you speak like a song never understood

\Deep in those myths that keep wishing on every star

but even deeper in my prayer that my wish may come to pass

\Deep, the pain in my heart when I feel but cant see you

Deep, you cause sorrow if maybe if I don't feel you tomorrow

\Deep my regrets that I did not say what you thought I may

Deep my sadness that you feel everything has gone bad

\Deep contemplation about what you meant or couldn't say

Deep, my superstition about just going with intuition

even deeper my belief that true love brings the soul relief

When shall we live

I was born, I was told to love and respect these your parents they gave birth to you! This I did, then I know nothing more. I was thought, I was schooled had my whole life ruled, I just found out I was fooled.
I obeyed, I prayed, cooked I cleaned, I worked, I arranged, I did everything to make everything for you easy coz this was the right thing to do. I then grew : one thing I knew but you would not let me do nothing I wanted to do. There had to be some thing else, some other way, but you scolded when I dear to think. Someday I would live someday I will be free!
But when shall I see this freedom, when shall I be able to live? Coz it seems everyday, I am living for you. But I must find a way to sustain me, so somehow I fend to live, but I still live with limitations. I must think of each deed, if it will please you. Oh yes, yes I am afraid of what the world would think of me even more you, will they love me, will it accept me? Oh my God will they judge me? No No no, this cant happen, not to me: somebody… …Your Name . so I live with limitations, now I decide to, it is my only option. Someday I would live, be old like you, rule, talk, negotiate, contemplate, do what ever I wish to do, start living life like a grown adult. So I wait, I work, I live….. I just wait for time to take me there. There are many of you, all kings, all rulers of boys like me, you all must rule, you all must possess, your kingdom must be bigger. So you fight, you scheme, you live even longer, cos as far as you know, this must never end. You even forgot that I should also have a turn to live.
So you fight one another, you kill, you steal, you put me in front of the battle line, I might even die, just so that you will expand your kingdom. The problem is, you have stolen all today, so what about tomorrow? I have died, I have gone mad, I have lost my soul, so in your huge kingdom, who will you rule? I have all died;
I am thirty 32, buy my age you had me, so when will I have my own me? I cant even drink alcohol and forget that you enslaved me. I cant even start to dream that I might own my own land. SO you make the Jobs harder to get by upping the standard, so I may keep school while you stay in and keep looting. You are buying time, but you are wasting mine. I am 35, I am ready to work, since I just finished a PHD, coz the job now that its my turn in very demanding. I will keeping looking in the vanguard, guardian, news week, thisday, maybe some day I will see a job that accepts graduates of 35. There must be, coz you told me I had to go to school that long, so you should know that I will be done and come for my job.
Its been yrs and I am still looking, but these papers cant be serious, there was no opening for me. Suddenly I am too old, but how? You are still alive! So what are you? There must be a time when one day they will just hand it over to us and soon too. So lets all wait. But hey, they bought new chairs, so they want to sit on longer, rule us longer, keep us enslaved for longer. They forget that we are not getting younger. But look, there children; they own houses, the have businesses, the even have families. Why do they say we are still not ready. Why do we still fight for them campaigning, kill our brother in this struggle, enslaving ourselves even more? We must stop this silly thoughts, we just drop those shinny weapons, Pick up those thinking faculties, pick up your dreams and visions. These people, the old men, they are living for us, they are doing our time. If we don’t live now, then when? We must take our freedom, maybe even fight for freedom. Its our time to LIVE!

A question of understanding or a question of fact?

In search of spiritual equilibrium i have conversations with anyone with a spiritual perspective of this so called life.
I was conversing with a friend of mine, she is of the Christian Science faith. I need some answers or perspectives about some aspects of our lives. It will help me understand somethings i feel. I asked her about marriage! " in christian science, are u allowed only one wife?" she told me yes but it has to be your soul mate and if he/she is not your soul mate, u were allowed to divorce and marry again. This is a distinction btw christian science and contemporary Christianity which has no place for divorce.Then i asked how u knew who your soul mate is? I was told it was all about finding a common ground in both personalities and persons. I wondered if that meant it would always feel good when you find that mate. As in be in a state of bliss each time u were with this person and everything just seem automatically right. Is there room for conflict? are u always gonna agree? will there just be perfect synchrony always? new question i sort to know. This was the main question i sort to find the answer to. So i asked, if two neighboring nations had conflict over boarders and one country was dominating, and kept pushing the other backward and gain more grounds, the other country kept on conceding ground until it had very little left but it didn't mind. It didn't fight back. Is this a common ground? in the sense that there was no feeling of dissatisfaction by both nations and there was peace. Even though other nations looking felt it was totally unfair to the smaller nation and viewed the larger nation as a bully. Do they have a right to insist for fairness based on our human understanding of what fairness is? even though there was no conflict between the parties involved. First we need to ask, who determines what is fair? My friend told me, there is no problem with this as long as there was no conflict between the nations so this is their common ground.
So, i related this to human relations. If common ground had no definition of boundaries are some of us destined to be disadvantaged ( by human definition) and always concede? this is because some people always don't mind bending over backward for other people and never mind doing this. Does this represent a balance of common ground definitions concept i was just told about? One person does everything to satisfy another while the other does nothing to reciprocate and the one person feels no sense of being shortchange of emotional compliments. Even though to the world it is by our understanding obvious that this is cruelly unfair even creating an image of one as heartless and cruel. Is this allowed? can we judge fairness even if the situation does not affect us?
So what i am asking is what is the balance of nature with relation to relating with people? and are some people naturally gonna be doormats to some other and love doing it and thus peace prevails? could this be their role in the world? or fairness really defined by equality?
Can somebody tell me? also considering the correlations between fairness and peace!
And if the answer is based on personal understand by everyone, then what is the basis of properly defined life?

Dream

I dream, it’s the world for my spirit

His only place for peace coz there is freedom in it

Expression of will, a void and realization of what is real

In a trance of finding and knowing.

people you love, things you fear, all you dear

Your heart cries: now you hear

Spirit and body communicate

Uncontrolled inspect of when we relate

Pain like I felt of heart break

My world of love, you would not take

The body, the soul ,you choose to violate

Feel and see, they say participate

I see you, I feel it still when I awake

Sleeping and feeling

Living and weeping

The same understanding

Felt you would leave

Was told you would not give

But in you I chose to believe

Sooner than today, I stand in shame

Forgiving is a totally holy place

But I am imperfect, see the emotions on my face

My body wont let my soul stay pure

I am in chains, this I am sure

Pain, regret, all betray my forgetting

Liberation begets freedom, now my pursuing

Hurt me in my soul and left a hole

Reparation a fete only for your own

I tell of this story coz

For the world I am sorry

For lessons not taken

The principle simply mistaken

I pray for awakening

Though it came late for me

I must show how much joy it can be

Maybe you will learn desperately

This is the moral of my story

That one day I may not worry

Or fear that you might tell the same story

Cant You See?

Commit my every need

I just want to meet u with every want

A cry for your smile

Die to hear u laugh

I need you to feel every good sense

While I wait in my suspense

This is common sense

I can wait while you sleep and wake

Smile in the morning light then I lay me down for my sake

Walk through thorny forest

because you heard about birds who at the other end nest rest

Let me see for you

Or I can just say, ill do anything for you!

Never forgive myself

I was at work when the rain soaked you

Or blame myself

Coz sorrow somehow in your world found you

I could have done something to help you

I must get you the new shoe

School can wait too for you

Times when I cant be there,

don’t you see I still care?

I feel I can push mountains,

I can drink up a fountain

What else more priceless

What thing more beautiful

What sent so sweet?

Guard proper so dutiful

No king in his highness

No Queen or majesty,

Is greater than purity

Cant you just see

I might find the words to say the sky is sometimes blue

Just like the fog in the morning is called dew,

Like the lights called stars,

Like the string of colors, or rainbow

About how some feelings are painful

Some things for you I must do,

Everything I feel is about you

I do them for you

Its me, or maybe you just cant see tha..t…………………….

I.