Unveiling Truth

How could I have known the vanity of your promises, Your words so sweet, the best in my premises, You conquered my fears and chased out my nemesis, My spirit and soul were yours from the genesis Your intentions seemed clear, with so great exegesis, Destroying my doubts, cutting down my excesses, So grateful was I, I laid down for pleasure ephemerals, My wound not healed, yet pulled out the bandages. Not long after my pearl soiled, your words are now vanities, Disappearing so swiftly, like new leave from its branches, I followed my heart , entrusting it to my enemies, Now I lie alone in the dreadest of her fortresses. The pride of my youth - gone, To you it was all - fun, I alone now face this scurging - sun In the cruelty of your vices I - mourn I've always been moved by the stories of the girl child, it's abuse and vulnerability. But sometimes it's due ignorant and foolish consent to appeal so ingenuine and untrue. Although few have seen

Scrolling through your status and various uploads, The chattering of new friends and beautiful replies, As it displayed on my computer screen. I asked, where did my name go? I lay in ruins, in these deserted Ireland called lonely. Going through your profile, stories, and feeds. Were friends commend friends and beautiful pictures share, Filled with faces I've never known. Where did my face go? Hmm! I've never once seen my picture or name on your wall, Mine is deserted of all else but yours. But am estranged by any and everything close to you. So I ask again, where did my name go? I've indeed tended to your vineyard, but mine have I not kept. But where are my wages, for at least the affections you so promisingly foretold? I guess my beclouded my eyes, and all I thought I saw was but only illusions. Seeing the wind of time and circumstance have driven to oblivion the sweet memories we once shared. I'd bled for you, took your side at every turn. With tor

How can we resolve this situation, prosecute perpetrators and mend a thing when we know not who is to blame? Many youths are screaming their throats out in silence with made up faces and glamorous attires, a clog of beautiful dresses to mask off the pain they feel deep down inside. They go through situations, addictions and molestation but their voice just couldn't be heard because that's not what the society teaches us. The pastors, imams (political and religious leaders) and parents are deafened by religion and refuses to understand that we must first overcome today's challenges before we can ever reach out for heaven as a destination. We're fooled by appearances and faked up smiles, surrounded by men who seem to have no flaws leaving us no choice but to bottle ours up with an eternal hope of true liberation that may never come. His(God) face shines upon us but we can't see it for the chosen few who must model this are masked with serious and angry fac

Divine parenting is a phenomena that seeks to explore the fatherhood of God over us. Psa 91:4 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. We often seem to ask questions such as; What are my assurances for physical security? What is God's plan for the orphans? What is God's plan for widows? Its always a thing of joy to have your parents around chattering for your needs, taking you hiking, shopping and site seeing. This is not always true for every single individual as we have differing parents and guarduans, while some may be absorbing and caring, others are repelling, callous and careless. But in all this, it is sweet to know that we have a divine parent who is always with us, in the pit or on the hill top, through the tears and smiles. They do not leave us when hell seems to be loosed against us, and their hands are always strechted out to save us from impending disasters if we'd