Razor is my man, loves me and calls me “son”. Speaks to me like a Father so I joined his gang “Blades in the Hood”, sooner than later.
My boy self was chained tight to papa, crying like a sissy every night, since he slammed the door shut, his face never again to see.
I lie… I see his face still… even at night curled up like a child.
I see his face in grown men
withering in pain,
begging for mercy,
every time our knives and guns do their thing…
target their prey.
And I hear the laughing voice in my head
“pay back time!”. Feeling like superman,
chains unlocked and riding high…
But …but another voice like mama’s rings
louder “life is a lie, get help now!”
Life is a lie, I need help now!
In this spoken word piece “Gang Life not a Life”, the reasons, futility and dangers of gang life are addressed and highlighted:
Gang life, not a life but a distraction, a bonding of vision borne out of anger, a uniting of mission unto danger.
Don’t wanna feel a reck!
Opposing society is the gang man, sees his ego, it’s downsizing.
Don’t wanna to be kept in check!
Inflating as somebody, while society deflates him: a nobody.
Don’t care about a pay cheque!
Walking in step with the corrupt, in unison they trek to no man’s land.
Absolutely must gain respect!
Hailed as a destroyer, gang land trophies to amass: preferred, than be mocked: a worm in the hood.
Gang life, composing a future jail bird’s song.
Gang life, weaving a eulogy to come.
Gang life…not a life !
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They are poor for hatred is as a spider’s web knotted in their hearts choking the breath of life like a hangman’s noose.
They are poor…clothed in exquisite taste, but to the trained eye mere ghoulish attire.
Knitted together with cohorts, they spew venom on this person and that.
They are poor yet know not, for all they have is money, all they have is property, all they have are names on rich lists.
All they have is nothing..
Nothing to show before the judge of life.
Nothing of eternal value for a handshake by the Father of Lights.
Nothing… in their money vaults called poverty.
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Spoken Word. Introduction: There is much conflict everywhere; between nations, people groups, family members, workmates and associates or friends. Conflicts unleash verbal attack and acts of violence and makes for a chaotic world…At times when we read the papers and listen to the news, we can easily conclude that this is what our world looks like… this is not entirely true! But yes let’s face it, this is a normal state of affairs…
A diverse hue of people assemble not for peace but to poke the finger and launch diatribes.
Mistrusting, they inter-relate with suspicion and the daily eruption of rage that simmers beneath negative vibes.
Cacophony of tongues wagging at one another is heard as gun shots in trenches of war.
Casualties bleed from the force of deadly words, their hopes and dreams shattered ‘cause of paralysis from bombastic assaults on their souls.
Hatred is a sword cutting threads of love, piercing hearts of empathy, in this age under siege with the whirlwind of diatribes, once a rarity now a heart wrenching calamity.
It was dim in the tunnel of life but suddenly the light shone and it felt like the night was gone and a new day had dawned.
The sun smiling upon my life began to frown, waving goodbye it hid behind teary eyed dark clouds.
But suddenly a rainbow appeared and I knew that this time the showers of affliction were for my cleansing, tutors to pave the way for a downpour of wisdom and hailstones of blessings.
Copyright Nov2018 DENyamekye
Oh that a woman would desire him who sees beyond her bombshell looks and dives into the beauty of her inner being.
Oh that a woman would want to be pursued by one who loves her for better or for worst, in riches or in poverty.
Many a man with qualities like gems hard to find, but lacking mountains of dimes
and romantic words that rhyme,
have been forsaken for the “bad boy” type, a sweet talker,
with nought but hollow charms.
Oh that the woman will surf on waves of Reason, walk the way of Wisdom and ignore the voice of Delusion.
Oh that the woman reborn will…
David was a shepherd boy ignored by his father, brothers and even Samuel the prophet like a discarded toy.
They saw only his appearance and concluded “He is irrelevant” but his Heavenly Father saw his heart and set him apart as significant.
Chosen by God the Father as one offered a signet ring, the prophet had no choice but to anoint David as king.
He defended his people by slaying Goliath when grown men trembled and fled in fear. A small feat for one with godly strength to defend sheep by fighting the lion and bear.
A wise and worshipful king he became, though a “foolish thing” to most he appeared as a boy.
Indeed many trials and suffering David did bare, but praise God the Father that abundant favour to David He did not spare.
Not only was David raised as king, but from his line came Chist Yeshua, the great Shepherd and King of kings.
Poem inspired from Biblical account of the life and trails of David, son of Jesse who became the king of Israel.
“God has chosen what is foolish in the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen what is weak in the world to shame the strong.” (1 Corinth. 1:27 CSB version)
God told Samuel the prophet about Himself “The LORD doesn’t see things the way you see them. People judge by outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” (1 Sam 16:7 NLT)
Jesus said “Look beneath the surface so you can judge correctly…” (John 7:24 NLT)
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Famine, He called upon the land,
but God had a divine plan, so He sent Joseph His beloved son.
In slavery he was sold, in prison he was thrown but to save him there was none.
In God’s appointed time, the king had a dream, though among his gifted counsellors interpretation was no where found.
“But wait! a prisoner in chains is the key” uttered Pharaoh’s waiter with no charge or fee.
So Joseph void of strife, interpreted it as a message from God to preserve life.
His feet with fetters were loose so that matters of administration they could pursue, for the king “made him lord of his house, and ruler of …his substance …to teach his senators wisdom”(1), we know this to be true.
His earthly father’s coat of many colours was a childhood privilege, while heavenly Father’s many favours shows in adulthood his life spoke a clear message:
Set apart, to ensure men lived and did not die, a Christlike life given for many regardless of nationality, race or hue.
-Inspiration from the book of Genesis’ story of Joseph & Psalm 105.
-Quote (1)from Psalm 105 vs 22-23
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Commemorating Mental Health Awareness day (10/10/2018) a poem (inspired by the image below)
The Man Child …Still
The contours around
his eyes are cracked
with smile tracks.
They hide internal
frowns, a well-worn
Speaking to please,
he engages in many a
tiresome task for
accolades and praise.
Still, his inner man
hears the voices of dread,
feels dad’s hands hitting
his head. He wants to run,
but no where is there to hide.
So he fakes strength
and a life of fun.
Anything goes for
ecstasy and mirth.
Still, his inner child
dreads the break of day
head buried as in sand,
wishing he would die or be
Your small strides to fulfil projects, achieve the impossible and bear great fruit even with a lot at stake.
Within your entrails dwells wisdom reaped from terrains of sweat, toil and many a mistake.
Tear buds will drain their tears of joy when others gain from the risks you take, so don’t give up on your dreams, nor ignore your gifts with thoughtless haste.
Born to excel, believe me, is your fate.