Come..

Come, make one heart.
Add mine to yours
Or if you love me
Take my heart.




Come, make one heart.

Share more than tears

Take my heart if not
Leave yours with me.

Come, make one heart.
Again if not
Take my heart
But leave your tears
So I may cry
With all my heart
For two - singly.

Then if my heart

Should return to me

With added tears,

Lover, I might love even tears
With constancy!

'wrote this poem in '00 

One Opposite Sex

Smart and Discreet

Wise and Calculative

Meek yet very Elusive

Very Fine and very Attractive

Hard working and Famous

Mature and vast in life's lessons

Disciplined and well cultured

Wealthy and so Generous.

You are all these and more to the world

Except for one to which you are nothing

but

a BIG fool.

Dedicated to the very very career minded person!

by Paul Martins

http://www.facebook.com/martinspaulices

I NEED YOU.

I need You now more than ever before

I need more of Your grace

More of Your grace to remain in You...



I had been on this road before-

A little urge here, a little insecurity there

And I was back to what it was

Back to the same as before

The road I loathed.

Oh, I knew where I was headed

I hoped it wouldn’t be the same

But my hope was far-fetched.

I had to find my way back to Him

I had to find His way



The way to Him was long and hard.

I hated myself for hurting Him

After all He’d done for me,

Was He not worthy of my worship?

I made excuses for me

I celebrated my weaknesses

It had to be all about me

But then, I thought of all He’d been through

I thought of how He wanted me to be His',

Of how His love reached out to find me

And ooh, how He loved me

In spite of me, He loved me with all He had

I knew I had to come to the end of myself

He was worthy of more than I chose to give

... ... ... ...



I love You and I need You

Teach me to follow Your lead

I ask that You’d come and be my CORE

That by Your grace, I may live every WORD You’ve called me to be
 
 

By Irewamide Onadeko

klevermie@hotmail.com

'Though late in the Cocoon..but I'll fly!'

Going through the darkness all alone, struggling in the cocoon of life, with one focus for a destiny, using little or no resources available only that which is buried within. Oh be careful, do not scar (your beauty) the future with the steps of today! A little to the left, more to the right, oh yes its so difficult...you alone in the dark with nothing to help you see...

'Oh you promised to help me get out of this..you were all that I had, but where are you...?' it cried out loud, 'I am left with nothing but the inner strengths, the dogged determination'; yes all around you they are budding and taking flight, scattered around in beautiful colours.

 

You try a lot to be free of this thing called present...and just when you grew so weak, with no strength left to fight, the last shreds come off and suddenly you emerge...stronger and bigger with the most unusual colours mother nature ever had in mind...

 

Yes all around you others stop to stare cos they are shocked at how long it took you but amazed at how beautiful your wings are...they've been set in the most unusual pattern because it took you longer to emerge.

 

'Hmmm, oh how perfect I look,' says the butterfly...

 
 

by Maureen Gem

http://achangeforexellence.blogspot.com/

 

 

 

Beautiful Scars!

Beautiful in the truth

I am blessed with each look

My skin tells about

...where I've been and all I have gone through.

On my feet, my hands, my teeth and my face,

There is a mark telling a tale,

Each one represents a gain or a pain

Everything I have survived till date

Yet, I have not won all the battles in my race

But I am sure His grace helps me all to take

So to Him I always give the praise



And hope one day I will smile and tell a good story

Of my conquest of fame and glory;

Each line saying something intriguing

Of how all my many injuries brought me to victory.

I have grown with a stronger heart, I am living a better life;

Afterall, I am blessed with beautiful scars...

by OYEWALE SOLANA

http://www.facebook.com/oyewalesolana

The Day Tayo Ojo Cried!

I have seen things few are allowed to see

And things few haven't seen have beheld me.

The divine commune between man and spirit

Has fallen once in the expose of my limit.

Angels fighting Demons amidst stars with no skies -

An event I conceived with my very eyes.

  

A comet in a shooting star's way - just a clip.

I have seen a wolf torn apart by a sheep

I have seen man eat infants

And watched a wasp slay an elephant

I have seen lies like arrows directed towards another

Once a brother gave his kin to a higher bidder.

 I have felt love turn years to days

And how I saw forever in the nights of yesterdays.

Once I saw a book with a map to Hell

And how, for a soul, compassion from the Devil's mind fell.

I have heard the behemoth cries of lost souls as they gnash their teeth

And the Devil pull back a struggling priest back into Hades' pit.

And to the things I will never behold

Are those in Time's span that would never be told.

I have seen the bin where CATASTROPHIES are thrown by the prayers of saints

And how that good girl had to pull down her pants for only one cent.

I have passed our ken and saw the entity called Insanity

I've eavesdropped and heard things concerning humanity 

How of all the things I saw yet stood brave and braver

Save your tears, though tiny, each drops like mighty explotions; my heart fell

and wits quaver as you cried me a river!

By Paul Olutobi Martins
http://www.facebook.com/paulmol
http://www.facebook.com/martinspaulices
2002 - when hopes of admission was lost

Dreams

Sang this song a particular day

Hoped for a dream that night

But you - I did not see.

Upset with my obsession

I set myself down to some questioning???

Wondering and wondering if you were listening...

Then I heard that stamp in the court room

This case was 'adjourned'

Took a deep breath from my deepest within

And it was that, this night, I slept with bravery

Another hearing in court - wasn't imagery

Yes! Alas - I did see you.

 

Lilac curtains in clusters forming frails

Lying on the cashmail rug

Dancing your body close to mine

Stirring into those eyes - elevation scenario

Spite at the break of dawn

Feigning a yawn.

By Anthea Osagbobu

This is who is in this black Jag, peoples!!