Saturday 30 April 2011

'Swept Away'

Stained glass angels,
Thrashing in the throes of death unchained.
For lo, the net has withered and waned
Prison bare,
The canine's upper lip did curl asunder.
As they watch their lives being carved out
In the firmament they flounder.
Lo it never ends, that nightmare sound
They've grown so weary, to perchance around,
Those dreams, south of the border.
For things are not always what they appear.
Like nocturnal essences... ebony... sepia
And good woodshed brown.
In fabled garb of occidental renown
The african bee, grasps warmth
Perched atop integrated tree.
For it too can soar, as the sun will rise
Feel the flagrant ouvre of gentle gardens,
With outstretched wings and eyes
Of angels, their hands from above,
Reaching down, through purpled skies.
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Poem by Rev.Bola Animashaun (copyright: 30.4.11 -ARR)
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Monday 25 April 2011

'Let It Be Gone'


I am emanating a picture of you 
that requires your support. 
I am holding an exact 
and precise image of you. 
The picture you bear of yourself 
Is not heretofore correct. 
You have perchance 
harkened excessively 
comfortably, to the yesteryear, 
and your beliefs thereof. 
Other people stereotyped 
their opinions onto you. 
people who didn't 
think tolerantly about themselves, 
indeed how could they think 
to an adequate degree about you?

I don't come 
accompanied with baggage. 
I see with crystallize sight, 
I picture you without all the frivolity 
& braggadocio of the human race. 
Whether I search with a simple microscope 
or a telescope, 
I ascertain the fitness & wholeness 
of My stunning offspring. 
I view you, 
and I discover a soaring thrust of joy. 
I inquire in to you, as a mirror, 
which personifies 
The unclouded reflection that I confer.

You have perhaps embodied 
checking in to a weakened mirror, 
& you bear a defaced look-alike. 
Unless you acknowledge yourself 
in your whole resplendence, 
you will have embodied 
checking into a spoilt mirror. 
The weakened crinkles in that mirror 
you ascribe to yourself, 
you accept them as gospel truth. 
You trust in unsound labels about you. 
You then choose deficiency 
instead of abundance. 
and calculate out of defect 
rather than fact. 
You have been blind-sided. 
You have assumed yourself 
as some discredited commodity, 
and that is the way 
in which you comport yourself.

That is sufficient cause, to relinquish the past, 
because your picture from it is contorted. 
Something might, have been the issue then,
even so, it wasn't with you. 
It merely have got laid on your shoulders, 
and you accepted it.

Are errors created in the world? 
They most surely are, but, all the same, 
you are never an error. 
For that, is the heftiest error of all, 
To belittle yourself because of 
other people's defective sight. 
You have been donning 
another person's spectacles. 
You are not tarnished goods. 
Someone deposited a price-tag on you, 
a lowly tag, that had zilch 
to do with the realness of you. 
You bought their judgment. 
I ask you to reclaim the tag 
with the great value I place on you. 
No more trading yourself short.

Whilst a youngster,
you accepted everything at face value. 
Now, you need to personify
being a child again,
  to accept what I state at full value. 
I pronounce you as 
My fabulous conception. 
I do not speak to your self-importance. 
Why would I do that? 
I am speaking to the truth of you. 
I am requiring you to cast away 
whatever faults that have tended you, 
which you swallowed without checking. 
Those faults are obsolete. 
They were never actual. 
They were fake. 
You are trully of My beingness. 
You are on the Earth. 
Yet Earth is pregnant, with much ambiguity
And, you are but a virtuous soul 
guesting, from Heaven. 
You have merely assumed 
the worldly manner of thinking. 
Pull out from under it, 
Re-establish yourself Heaven's way.
Take on the worth that I confer on you. 
You are sparkling stardust
I always pronounce you as Mine, 
I see, You are pure diamond to the core.

You, who have been denigrated,
and have slaundered yourself.
Whatsoever you have caused historically,
Whatever has been served to you in the past
it is now over & terminated. 
I say, Let it be gone!
You are the pulse, of My essence. 
You are My heartthrob and I respect you, 
I ask you, to respect yourself. 
I ask you, to respect everybody as is. 
I encourage you to search for Me 
in every single place. 
Seek Me everywhere
and you will discover Me anywhere
What may you find
when you look for Me? 
That, I am always the right mirror
For you to check in
Look deep into My eyes & view yourself. 
In the vindicated mirror, 
I hold up for you.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola Ani-(26.4.11)