Monday, August 13, 2007

Truth by Princewill Webber

Liars are not believed
Even when they speak the truth;
Liars’ truth lies in lies
And their lies lies in truth.

To no one tell lies
For every utterance to reveal
For liars are not believed
Even when they speak the truth.

Truth I would always speak
Though I may be misconstrued
On the path of truth I stick
In truth I shall be vindicated.

Truth would my companion be
Through the gloomy world
Where liars are held in high esteem
And the truthful are disdained.

Truth and truth I know
Though innocents slain on its altar
On times’ shore stands so sure.

Pain of Death by Princewill Webber

Pains, pains, so painful it is
This, this pain of death,
Like the sting of a scorpion
With an excruciating pain.
I have not known any pain as thee,
So unparalleled is any to thee.

You are powerful, trekking unrestrained
Into the path you never trod
Quinine noted for efficacy to water pain’
Never efficacious yet to humble thee
Oracles were consulted to exterminate thee
Self-employed means even couldn’t extirpate
Your diabolical digits fastened on hearts.

Like a child with an inquisitive mind,
I ask – where do you dwell?
But in growl hoarse you replied
“I am here, there, and everywhere,
Like the air so universal.”

I felt dejected, fidgeting as you inflicted
Your venom to the domain of thought
Stealthily, suddenly you came and swept off
My feet into the unfathomable sea of misery
And there helplessly yearning for the life
Of your slain I stood motionless, speechless, incapacitated.

What perplexing scene unimaginable
To see the footwear, clothing and belongings
of the deceased.
You are a thief!
A thief that’s not a thief!
Had I seen you ere you came,
Then double-barrel would have triggered at you.
Had I known your coming,
Then I a watch I would have set,
Seeming to be invisible yet invisible.

What sort of world is this?
Full of misery, full of woes!
With lives shortlived,
With a gleaming, admirable face causing tears
Like a rose in the young day
Scorched by the heat of the day;
Like the rising Sun that wakes and sleeps
As it recedes from sight;
As swift as the lightening, you fade and varnish
Just in a moment made so desperate
From Genesis thou remains inexplicable
And unsearchable – thou mysterious death.

Pain of Death by Princewill Webber

Pains, pains, so painful it is
This, this pain of death,
Like the sting of a scorpion
With an excruciating pain.
I have not known any pain as thee,
So unparalleled is any to thee.

You are powerful, trekking unrestrained
Into the path you never trod
Quinine noted for efficacy to water pain’
Never efficacious yet to humble thee
Oracles were consulted to exterminate thee
Self-employed means even couldn’t extirpate
Your diabolical digits fastened on hearts.

Like a child with an inquisitive mind,
I ask – where do you dwell?
But in growl hoarse you replied
“I am here, there, and everywhere,
Like the air so universal.”

I felt dejected, fidgeting as you inflicted
Your venom to the domain of thought
Stealthily, suddenly you came and swept off
My feet into the unfathomable sea of misery
And there helplessly yearning for the life
Of your slain I stood motionless, speechless, incapacitated.

What perplexing scene unimaginable
To see the footwear, clothing and belongings
of the deceased.
You are a thief!
A thief that’s not a thief!
Had I seen you ere you came,
Then double-barrel would have triggered at you.
Had I known your coming,
Then I a watch I would have set,
Seeming to be invisible yet invisible.

What sort of world is this?
Full of misery, full of woes!
With lives shortlived,
With a gleaming, admirable face causing tears
Like a rose in the young day
Scorched by the heat of the day;
Like the rising Sun that wakes and sleeps
As it recedes from sight;
As swift as the lightening, you fade and varnish
Just in a moment made so desperate
From Genesis thou remains inexplicable
And unsearchable – thou mysterious death.

No Other Way! by Princewill Webber

I have walked along the paths of life
Where pleasures and beauty lie,
In search of the way,
Thinking there’s the way,
But none seems to be satisfying.

Many ways there are which I see
Compelling multitude into the dungeon
With promise of solace
But disappointment was their lot.
It is only but a shadow.

I have trod into courts of many witnesses
Publishing and propagating the way,
Fables and delusion is the Godspeed
Many appeared to saints, even angels;
Now ‘tis true the true way has ‘vaporated them.

As I look around the globe,
Despair and disappointment
Fill this poor contempt heart;
Is there none that knows the way?
This, my daily meditation.

A glowworm there is at poles of the earth,
But how illuminate it the earth’s globe
When all being has fallen from the track
Being critical, skeptical about the true way.

Oh! How I desire to walk the true way
Where many bliss there are ahead.
It all appears to be a farce.
What then can I do?

I know there is a city above the hilltops;
I will strive, strive and strive;
Though there be no other way
There yet is a way, cross’s way through Jesus;
This will lead me home.

Friday, August 3, 2007

Life by Eunice Abraham Jumbo

Life is a crossroad;
Crossroad,
Which is needed to be walked upon.

Some rich and some poor;
Some high and some low;
All know that life is not an easy task

Life is sometimes bitter, endure it.
And is sometimes sweet, enjoy it.

Never be noisy nor angry,
Never be empty nor guilty.

Lies by Eunice Abraham Jumbo

Lies are dangerous
And very frivolous

Lies cause distraction
And also destruction
It causes conflict
And never cooperation

It causes disaster
It causes damage
Which cannot be sorted out
It also cause affliction

On the applicant
Lies cause crying
And pricks the heart
And makes one miserable

Lies are unconsolidated
And one can be tempted

Conscience by Eunice Abraham Jumbo

A conscience full of thought
And sometimes full of froth
Enemies beneath and above

Just obey the heart of sincerity
And disobey the voice of dishonesty

The conscience is also full of agony
When there is no purity

When the dew falls
The heart calls

When there are bricks
The conscience pricks

The conscience is full of love
When there is no cove

The conscience is sad, endure it
And full of joy, enjoy it

The conscience is delicious
And sometimes unconscious

My conscience aspire
What you desire
Never retire
But remain afire