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@ myne white, frank 3.16, amazyn and shilling thanks for your coments

this rose withers in the heat of despair

in the shadows, in my pain
a life so sinful, a life so stained
drowning in my pool of shame
i cry out a desperate man
save me lord i know you can
and get me to the promise land

he gives me strength, he gives me hope
he gives his word, he gives his oath
that he will never leave my side
he looks me straight in the eye
and i know he never lies
he'll be by my side for all time

yet i fall but still i rise
he's cleansed me of all my slime
but still i cant seem to understand why
he loves me with all my sin
a God who has everything
still longs to be by my side

thanks mynewhite and ravensword

Are women meant to like wrestling? My elder sister does and she used me to practice her moves while we were growing up. Am not saying am a wimp or anything it’s just that she took my fathers size and strength and left me with very little. But now we’re all grown up and it’s a happy time in the family because my elder sister has finally found Mr. Right. She has had her fair share of guy troubles (which she is very sensitive about) so we’re thankful she’ll soon be strolling down the aisle. With so much love in the air I decide to send my sister a bible verse on love and ask my wife to text one to me. She sends me 1John 4vs 7&8 and I tuck it away to be sent later that day.

Its 4 o’clock and I get a call from my wife, she says my sister is at my place fuming over a bible verse I sent and she wants to know what I sent to her. I check my phone and see I sent John 4vs 18 instead of 1 John 4vs 7 &8 and the bible verse I sent reads “I know you have no husband infact you have had five husbands and the man you're with isn’t even your husband”. Memories of childhood beatings come flooding back but I shrug them off. I am a man now; my sister can’t come to MY house and intimidate me. I’ll just go home and tell her it was all a little mistake.

Its 5o’clock and as I open the front door I see my elder sister’s bloodshot eyes staring through a window. The minute she sees me she rushes at me looking like an electrocuted bush rat. I take off with speed that would make usain bolt jealous. As I sprint to my car I hear her shouting “Na me you dey call ashawo, wait make I show you how I dey cut firewood for house” I make it to my car and speed off. As a wise man once said “he who lives to run away…………………… or something like that

As I drive I ask “why me?” and a voice replies “why not you?”hmmmmmmmmmmm. This situation is more serious then I thought. There’s only one person that can cool down my elder sister and that’s my belligerent grandma. As I begin dialing her number I remember she has a serious hearing problem so I drive over to pick her up instead. It will all be sorted out in no time

Its 6.30p.m and I am on my way home with grandma. As I drive I look in the rear view mirror and grandma asks “what are you looking at boy? Nothing grandma just my reflection. You have got an erection? No ma I said I was just looking at my reflection. What is it about your reflection that’s giving you an erection? You got problems boy. I sigh; this is going to be a long day.

Its 8.30p.m and I enjoy a cold shower. After alot of explaining we settled it all with minimal violence. As I walk downstairs to cuddle my wife I see her watching a sci –fi film on television. There’s this man in a spaceship with frantic eyes, sweating profusely and screaming location 123, location 123, you sent me the wrong co-ordinates am not heading to the moon am heading to the sun. Apollo 16 this is location, we can’t hear you. I said you sent the wrong co-ordinates AM HEADING TO THE SUN. This is location, we cant heeeeeeeeeear you. Well I definitely know how that films going to end. My wife hears me, turns off the T.V and puts on Kenny G. As we cuddle together I think of her and my lovely daughter and say to myself “this is the life” a voice asks “why you?” and I reply “why not me”

u need help, u need help. (nice expression of your feelings)

hmmmmm

nice poem

@ africhika am working on it, if you have any fresh ideas you can reach me on lyric962000@yahoo.com. @ jamace thanks

Music
On my loneliest nights
You were there to comfort me
Making all my wounds to heal
Your melody takes me to another realm
Where I can dance for all to see
Letting them see the joy I feel

You are to all the comforter of souls
You make men leap who once felt old
Making hearts filled with fear so bold
We dance in your presence with so much joy
At the sound of your voice
Just like little girls and boys

Music you are known by so many names
I stand in awe at your fame
How you chase away mans pain
Draw nigh and stay by my side
Let your peace embrace my mind
Until the end of time

thanks

I hear voices. Am not crazy or anything it’s just that I get messages from on high from time to time. My wife finds it amusing while my mother-in-law finds it annoying. She’s spending a couple of weeks with us and I am sure her husband is hoping she extends her stay. She came at a really bad time because I am between jobs right now (nice way of saying I am not working) and my wife is supporting us. Because of that she never misses a chance to take a swipe at me. I mean just the other day when I was eating my wife’s delicious spaghetti and meatballs she just sat there staring at me, after about five minutes she walks into the guestroom and puts this huge mirror directly opposite me (to be honest one look at myself with spaghetti sticking out of my mouth and my bulging eyeballs made me lose my appetite) as she walks away she says “am sure if you take job hunting just as seriously you’ll land a job”

It’s Monday morning and I am preparing for an interview, I stand in front of the mirror psyching myself up, asking myself questions and smiling at my reflection. The horror that likes to “soro” stands at the passage (how could I leave my room door open?) ten minutes later I hear her saying “se mo so fun e pe oko re tun ya were ori kpe o tun tin ba re so oro” I don’t know what it means but it sounds pretty bad so I shout my goodbyes and escape through the back door

Its 3p.m, the interview was great and I’ve been offered a job. I take my wife out to celebrate. On the way to the restaurant I am hit from behind by some guy. I jump out screaming “you slowpoke”; he is full of apologies as he checks out my car. In my anger I give him a dirty slap and the last thing I hear is the sound of thunder before everything goes dark.

Its 5p.m, I open my eye(I can only open one) and see my lovely wife with the guy I slapped, it seems I am in the hospital (my wife explains the guy knocked me out with a punch; so here I am). I smile sheepishly and she says I married you and not Rambo. The man is full of apologies and takes care of the bill. I apologize too, and we shake on it.

Its 7.30p.m I walk into the living room and my mother-in-law says “my God you look like a gorilla with dysentery, what happened?” my wife explains while I go upstairs to lie down. I lie in bed watching shakira dancing on TV and I think to myself its stuff like this that cost John the Baptist his head.

Its 9.30p.m I wake up with a serious headache, as I walk downstairs to take some pills I overhear my mother-in-law praying “Dear Lord, she says, thank you for answering my prayers and giving my son-in-law a job today and thank you for letting him get away with only minor injuries, I know sometimes I am a bit harsh but I really love him, he’s a good husband and a great father. Surprisingly my headache seems to have gone. As I pass my wife in the corridor she sees me smiling to myself and asks “honey are you hearing voices again?” Yes I say. What are they saying this time? Good things I reply, good things.

nice thread

thanks for the advise, would like to hear more about your work. my email is lyric962000@yahoo.com. hi adebayo

thanks

something i read and found intresting i hope you do too   

     The gates of paradise

From the grave-bed and the winding sheet
Is a long way for dead feet
A dark road for dead eyes
That leads to the gates of paradise

When Judas’ soul went through the night
To knock on Hades gate
His way over the whin-pricked moor
And the noise of the wind was great

He had no lantern to his feet
Nor candle in his hand
Such as God gives to every man
That dies at the time planned

The angels sit in highest heaven
And trim the lamps of God
And all day long make the lights for those
That travel deaths dim road

And when the cross is on thy breast
The chrism on thine eyes
Thy angel will bear down thy night
Out of the starry skies
And thou therewith shalt walk by night
Safely to paradise

But whoso doth so deadly sin
To cast his life away
Finding his lamp not lit betimes
Walks through the midnight grey

For a long time night and half a day
Did Judas walk alone
Through the utter dark, for in that place
Is neither sun or moon

For a long night and half a day
Did Judas vainly seek
To reach the gates of paradise
The salt tears on his cheek

With that he saw a candle gleam
Borne by a hasty man
And Judas caught him by the cloak
So swiftly as he ran

O let me walk with thee, kind friend
I grope, I fail, I fall
I have no lamp nor candle-light
And the night is over all

Full gladly, so thou make good speed,
I run to keep tryst
That was given to me at the gates of hell
By sweet king Jesus Christ

I am the thief who God forgave
On Calvary bitter tree
For “to-night,” he said thou shalt rest thine head
In paradise with me

And I am the man that sinned such a sin
As the world remembers not
That sold for a price the lord of life
Judas Iscariot

Now God forbid, thou damned wretch
That ever this should be
That I should tryst with Jesus Christ
In the company of thee

The first robber went his way,
And Judas walked alone
Mirk, mirk was the black midnight
That heavy wind made moan

Right so there came a second man
Was walking by the road
O brother let me share thy light
As far as Hell’s abode

Now well I fear, my brother dear
Thou never wilt walk with me
I am that thief which railed on Christ
All on his bitter tree

I cast shame on king Jesus then
Wearing his painful crown
And scorn upon his royal head
Whence the pale sweat dripped down

O Rudd-red were the five blest wounds
Where nails and spear went in
A thousand, thousand years of purgatory fire
Never can cleanse my sin

Why never I wee’ said Judas then
Did two such sinners meet;
I sold King Christ to the bloody Jews,
That pierced his hands and feet

Art thou that man groth the robber
Most cursed under the skies
God do so with me if I go with thee
To the gates of paradise

The second robber went his way
And Judas walked alone
Till he was aware of a grey man
That sat upon a stone
And the lamp he had in his right hand
Shone brighter than the moon

Come hither, come hither thou darkling man
And bear me company
This lamp I hold will give us light
Enough for thee and me

Judas walked with the grey-clad man
And fear is in his heart
Speak yet again thou man in grey
And tell me what thou art

I bought a burden of deadly sin
And needs must pay the price
I bear it hither in my hand
To the gates of paradise

Sin cannot lie upon thy heart
So heavy as on mine
Nay, sinner whosoever thou art
Tis a heavier load than thine
He hath not asked Judas’ name
And Judas makes no sign

If sin is heavy on thy heart
And I must bear its weight
It is fit that we should go together
To tryst at Hades gates

Judas walked with the grey-clad man
And feared to tell his name
He clasped his hand in the barren land
Bright burned the lanterns flame
Brotherliwise and hand in hand
To paradise they came

Satan looked out from Hades gate
His hand upon the key
Good souls before I let you in
First tell me who ye be

We be two men that died of late
And come to keep hell tryst,
This is Judas Iscariot
And I am Jesus Christ

Written by Dorothy L. Sayers

secret admirer

from a distance i stand and admire
to stand and gaze i can never tire
i love your gentleness and your grace
i love your smile, i love your face
and the melody your voice brings

time without number i have seen the care in your eyes
i have watched you from afar, you are beautiful and kind
the beauty of your spirit
your strength, you are never weary
are a few things that make me love you

not yet have i found the courage to open my heart to you
not yet have i found the courage to let you know my love is true
my worst nightmare is rejection
my greatest fear, the denial of you affection
for i love you so

yet i must gaze on
in secret i will admire for my heart you have won
until i deem myself worthy
until i am bold enough to court thee
i will admire you in secret

hmmm, interesting thread

hi borat , poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings(Wordsworth). I am sure you must have just sat down and written to express some pent up emotion at least once in your life?and if you never got the older poets messages what about relatively modern poets like tupac? didn't you enjoy his music? i have read some great poetry here and am sure if you take some time you'll find some great work on nairaland too.

Humans
The sound of their beating hearts
When they stand before God vowing to never be apart
And birth little ones, gifts of love
We angels watch in awe from above
And we wonder how their belief can be so strong
When the pain is kindled and the darkness comes
Even when the joy in their hearts grows numb
They still cry out “to you we belong”


Through pain and tears, love and hate
The conquering of fears, the loss of a mate
In the darkness of this place
We watch the courage of the human race
And we wonder how their belief can be so strong
Even when they don’t understand whats going on
And we are glad he planted in their hearts a song
To one person we belong

Bruised and battered we watched him bleed
Not knowing he was planting a seed
And through his birth and all his deeds
He made the universe to understand, made us all to see
That his love for them is so strong
Even with a broken heart, even when he was wronged
And his seed does grow, we sing this song
An eternity in love, to you we belong

@ poster
very nice write up, we all have more in common then we think

conversation

my head whispers to my heart
she's not the one for you
she's indiffrent to the things you love
and burns with lust too
and when she tires of your touch
she'll let you know the truth
infatuation fills her in your arms
and her feelings have no roots

my heart replies my head
i know your words are true
but i am captivated by her touch
and so deceptions what i choose
so let pains fiery arrows come since they're distant still
for my desire holds me caprtive as i give in to her will

the pain once future is present now
my head sits brooding, my heart cries out
the hurt is unbearable, the lovelorn killing
the loneliness is deep, i need instant healing
my head was right but i was never wiling
to obey his words and avoid these feelings
my head reaches out and comforts my heart
you'll find another, LETS make a new start

would like to meet other writers on NL too, my email id is lyric962000@yahoo.com

i found her novels  interesting, you get carried away just like when reading j.r.r tolkien. the house should check out anne rice "out of egypt" and see if you like her transition from vampires to christ

pilgrim

standing infront of an open door wondering whats on the other side
fear of the unknown, of being alone, goes racing through my mind
but i cant stay inside this world of filth and sin forever
so i take a bold step and push on through

the air is cold, the road so rough, i look around in fear
but a soothing voice calms me down and scarred hands draw me near
drop your load oh weary soul, your burdens i will bear
until you reach the end of this lifes road when i will dry all your tears

i reach the end, can barely stand but my friend carries me through
look up he says, look around, i made this just for you
and through the pearly gates we walk into a glorious light
as i hear the words "well done my son you've fought the good fight

thanks turiano

picture me walking side by side
with the most beautiful bride
now wouldn't that be, a lovely sight
as we hold each other oh so tight

picture her giving me a lovely smile
everytime i walk in the room
knowing that i chase away her gloom
for i am that perfect groom

alas there i go, dreaming again
and i wake up wondering when
i will be the luckiest of men
and i won't have to dream again

happy and free

              in the shade of a tree; feeling the breeze
              basking in sunlight, there's never a dull sight
                               happy and free
                     soaking in the beauty of the world
                   happy as the gazelles and the birds
             this worlds so lovely; Gods thinking of me
                          it shows in everything i see

                  beneath the night sky; under it i lay
                     so many stars, oh what a sight
                           that screams out to me
                       each star sings out his praise
                  telling me he always remains the same
                he shows he loves me, always thinking of me
                                this vessel of clay

                  through good and bad times; his by my side
                his there to scold me and always draws me close
                                         when i cry
                            he watches every move i make
                            and his always happy at my faith
                           this worlds so lovely, i declare boldly
                                  am happy and free

come hold me their playing our song
in your arms is where i belong
these feelings that bind so strong
our passion, our love, what a bond
slow dancing in the early morn
our emotions sizzle, they burn
i love you my precious one
you are my sun

stop crying their singing our song
i'll love even when am gone
deaths power cant break our bond
i'll love from afar, please be strong
my sickness has left you turn
my last days make you mourn
we've loved so we conquered, we won
please be strong when am gone



@brien and eldajem thanks for your comments

I am the Janus-faced man. Hiding my pain with smiles; living in silent despair. Still I ask, “How does one forget the pains of yesterday when he still feels them today? I am trying so hard to not dwell on past mistakes, future consequences; struggling to escape the darkness but getting burnt by those in the light. I cry out to you my Lord, my friend. My strength is all but gone; my feet are on slippery ground. These are my words, my cry. These are my tears, this is my pain. This is my addiction, am pouring out my heart. I have warmed your pews on Sunday and broken your rules on Monday. My way has brought so many pains; brought her grief. Here is my confession, the road to your forgiveness.

My words like a hammer shattered an already fragile heart and my heart ached within me as tears welled up in her eyes. As I watched I said to myself, never again. Never will I break another’s heart so, never will I feign love where there is no inner glow. As I watched her walk away I made a silent prayer of forgiveness not only from her but all those before her. Never was it my intention to hurt her so but I was ill advised by friends and driven by lust. Lust oh lust what a cruel taskmaster you have been. How I wish you could be conquered in my loins, how I wish you could be tamed. I pray she learns to forgive me, I pray her wounds heal; I pray she finds another, I pray this time his love is real. I walk silently to my house with a heavy heart reminiscing on a tough year. I dwell on pains I have caused and others I have received; of a lady I tricked and a friend who left me deceived. Alas I am alone again just as I was at the beginning but this time I search no longer, instead I embrace loneliness as a long lost friend, trying to rediscover the path to righteousness. For I know that with the eyes that saw women as prey began this road to shame. I have degenerated into all I loathe, becoming the shatterer of hearts and breaker of oaths. I beat my chest as tears begin to flow, that I can cause another pain so? That I can be the author of such emotion; such tears. No I say, never again. A woman’s heart is not to be toyed with nor is mine strong enough to bear such grief. As I walk back home I pray silently for strength to harness my tongue. I cry out “Lord give me a new song”. Not this tune where deceit marks my ways but a path where I will cause no more pain.

I hurt you deeply my Father, my God when I brought pain upon all those you hold dear. This is my confession, my repentance. On the road to forgiveness; and the start of a new day.

thanks ruudie

I came down from above
my heart filled with so much love
the one you all call God
ruler of worlds,lord of lords
i tell you the truth
i came down just for you

i had nails in my hands
lifted up a lovelorn man
scorned in the land
like one who is damned
but all the while i knew
i'ld soon be with you

so take it step by step
i'll be by your side to always help
all your pains i once felt
i wont let you go to hell
for i know you through and through
hell wasn't made for you