When I was on default; Switched off by handcuffs......
Got numb from replaying bad tracks on my mind,
Of crazed women with locks like whips of fire and fish tails- Running from harms ways
I totally understood those images flickering through my mind,
In those moments of confusion, been there countless times
At that point I was washed down with fright
Gently I mustered courage and recited my psalms
The Pecking order had scaled through!....
Losers would absolutely do anything to scale to the top,
Something my core could never feel, my roots were torn from that soil in time past.
The blind could be sway'd, but I was waiting patiently for my leaves to unfold.
My small rose face, fair to behold and its strong strength,
Cleaved to my titanium core.
Before I realized I had blushed to a full blown trunk- with queen branches and ruddy leaves.
Self hewn my roots had sapped from the rich soil of Jesus.
During those moments hidden behind the corpulent clouds,
I stood on that worshipful crest, burned with holy anger
Somewhat pain'd, was spoiling for a fight
Until Jesus intervened, silently correcting me
As he indicated the fragments on their 'golden calf'
"Not today, my dear they'll ne'er bloom", he said.
Those gnarly bastards were soaked in their want,
losers with their beaks were swaying the shackles - Of the intricate webs spiders had
spunned.
And ev'ry adam there, twisted their Bonnies, aiming with laughter in their eyes for their
naked scent.
I was waiting, and kept the dusk, for the windy crash of that 'Old house',
Was bothered that those Leviathans mass'd about with sin, drooping with terror.
Gotten from the foul reserves of unfortunate embryos.
Made heart breaking excuses for their judgement!
Will the misery of the pecking order and its source the Star of India;
Calm the music of the holyghost fire?
The consuming giant ember that swallowed other fires.
I wanted the taste of its victory- Stashing up their evil bodies,
Jesus arrangement was enormous- was mortified by its profile.
To the predisposed about to be destroyed, T'was not significant.
The gas of their resistance was perfect for my ambitious fantasies,
Whose weight I had carried on for so long.
Victory was set this time, and I had found myself again.
His prophecies had axed my fears,
And it didn't have to force its way through!.
I had fallen out of love with the pecking order,
I wasn't even going to pick anything from that 'Old house'
Jesus offered something purer and better.
I took this really hard from the start- spreading myself too thin,
But at the end I was really proud of my choice
I couldn't wait to be woke- relishing in the Grace of redemption!
POET: Babatunde Modupe
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