Tuesday 27 April 2010

BACK TO THE ROOTS

I sit here tryna decipher it all
Yet prose won’t conform; only it holds back.
It was short-lived the spur for this converse
Yet it’s connotation, the communiqué of my days
A certain phenomenon that ploughs deep to ancestry
A pedigree long forgotten
A derivation full of conceit
A cradle where significance lies
What more, the place where meaning unfolds

A snuffle and off it went
Reverie came and you can’t nip
Its disparate, u never been near it
You grab a hold, it don’t leave you
Hiatus and suddenly you see
Its simplicity, it’s the truth
A clarion call, aloud it says
Back to the roots, long forgotten
Back to the roots, it’s the place of sense
Back to the roots, the purpose of existence

That once a man surfaced
Less need I say, a god
A call to redemption he brought
God’s intention for mankind
Man shall live to die
What more thereafter?
A life beyond?
Cease of existence?
Deep down you know
You need a saviour
Catastrophe abounds, the signs of his return
And pointless you wait
What more need you
Daily earthquakes?
Volcanic ash?
More bombing, more war?
homosexuality, futile killings?
I tell u this, can you not see
Signs are here, it wont be long
Back to the roots, where you belong
Back to the roots, the place of hope
Back to the roots, its salvation
Back to the roots, get you back
Back to the roots!!!

P.S. Don't wait for the next catastrophe to unfold before u reckon with Christ's coming. He said there'll be famine, there you had the recession. Back to the roots.

(C) Kennisblegad 2010.

Sunday 25 April 2010

Rod need not spare.

Knock knock He woke me in the morning
Braced in the arms
Laced for the day
Prepared for the path
Knock was the sound I heard once I stole a cookie
Knock that never despise
He gets it all across
Knock to help understand,
It does get confused.
Knock was the threat he used
when astray I walked
Knock to learn algebra
when I can't comprehend
Knock that made better
while away alone.
Knock I remembered,
I won't do the don'ts
Knock I grew to know
Its the language of kingship
Knock I daily realized
Its the spirit of love
The roads were empty
the knocks directed me
Constantly leading up
the way of greatness

In my sojourn I see
a niche for royalty
the rest undefined
No one learns easy
Correction yields direction
so persistence does confidence
A teach of integrity
A road for leaders


(C) Kennisblegad 2010

Thursday 8 April 2010

The Metaphoric person in me

When I stray like a free range chicken
He draws me like Michael Phelps free stroking
Just when my head needs comforting
He gets there like Usain bolt sprinting
I know not wat d future is saying
He calms by saying wat deep sinks
Hope he gives. Assuredly.
He's a person, only i can't see.
When i starve like a lost soldier
He takes me to December,
where my chickens become turkey
When its cloudy and i cant see
He brings light like the sun in the middle of summer
When im down like a grounded Boeing
He gets me fly, im like Air force one
Im so cold, standing in the winter heat
The way he warms me, u'll think I had the chilli peppers
He's a person, I need him more
The person of the Holy spirit

(c) kennisblegad 2010.