El-ec-tric-city

Attention! This is high tension, do not be at ease.

Think there is no God?

You just decked the fool’s joker; Joker.

He regarded the high voltage of the world

But disregarded the low current of his soul

Voltage rumors can't kill however this is a current affair

Power outage - the Rich fool’s dilemma.

Flash back! Noah told them to pay their bills

So don’t think it’s stale

Connect to the Spirit’s Transformer

That's your only guarantee to be a transformed man

Think Hell's-a-trick-city? It will shock you.

Not For Sale

Light: This one is not for sale 

So sail, to the yonder

Darkness: But see, he wanders 

Light: That's why I'm awesome wonder

So ponder longer, he's coming out stronger 

 Me: Permission for trial was granted

I took his mission for granted 

Hunted; by the cravings of my flesh

Lusted; my eyes was off the price

Busted; my pride got me arrested 

"Go to Jail", sin decided my fate

but not my faith

Like the poor man, I cried and the Lord heard me

and delivered me from all my troubles 

 This is too much a price 

Making me His prize

His death was done

My debts forgone

Salvation victory's won

Scarlet Robe

Royal shame! Oxymoron's ego couldn't have been 

better massaged at that instant.

Selfie's shutter clicked; capturing the: thorny crown, 

staff and scarlet robe adorning his ripped flesh.

Picture was not saved in the Hosanna folder but that 

of Scorn; hash tagged - King of the Jews.

They staged the mock, led Golgotha's walk and executed 

the one mocked with the scarlet robe.

Torn curtains, broken tombs, the dead rose even the earth quaked 

at the very moment he yielded his spirit.

Witnessing the precedent of things that surpasses that of all kings, 

they became terrified and testified...

"Surely he was the son of God!"

Recruited by execution into the heavenly army, he led captivity captive, 

alive in the grave his death brought us life.

"Surely he wasn't just the son of God, He is the son of God"

The Prodigal Son's Creed

Give me less, less so I realize I'll always have more in you

Give me hunger, hunger that no pig's meal will be available for me

Let me realize I'm dead, death that births your life in me

Let me realize i'm lost, lost when I have no sight of you

Chapter 7

Seven beautiful and amazing features about her story in the seventh chapter of his story.

Mystery - Like a rose bud, who can foretell what elegance she'll eventually blossom into?

Collage - Elegance, frailty and suspense; each page is such a sweet delight like that of a rainbow.

Unique - Beyond thumb prints, she is like no other: special, fun, honest, smart, imperfect and hardworking.

Captivating - Captured by the glimpse of her, taking amazing strides on the business runway.

Echo - The ripple of her elegance and charm still resonates like the chord from a sweet symphony.

Awesome - Some awe inexhaustible pieces she exudes, celebrated and loved by many. 

History - His story featuring her story featured did go by, yet; he left a dog-ear at chapter 7 of the ninth volume on the two thousand and sixteenth page.

Gazella

A depth beyond navigation, is the mind of the Almighty.
In the cloak of frailty you were adorned and what you lack
in strength, you gain in speed.
Swifter than the ride of gravity caught through the sun falling
on tiny droplets of rain shinning when it splatters upon earth's impact.
Even the very stars are formed with every stride in flight and the rainbow
behind the lens on panoramic view.
What an epitome of beauty you are, showing forth praise even through the storm
He indeed made all things beautiful in its time.
Sweet Gazella!

An Ode to an Angel Left Behind

To what do you ascribe such resplendent bliss?

Or whom do you accord such emblem of grace?

Once upon a former that transcends the latter

A story often retold without losing its savor

Ordinary tale of moments like raindrops

Flooding a world with sparkles of delight

An account of fragile infant steps of companionship

Today competes with hearts and blood’s bond

This prime glory I ascribe to the Master Architect

A perfected plan of a future before its existence

God left me an angel, God left me you.