'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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'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)

'Sweet Velvet'

The lake stirs in dew drops
of the morning's knowledge,
As oceans hold meetings
On the outhouses of desert laughter.

Frozen water!
And a red rose
emanating fermented pleasure.

Eternity quivers, in studious wondering.
O' forget about me!

Just let the sunset bathe
In its cloudscapes of well-deserved abandonment.
While watching the sailors, toss and turn
aboard their velvet vessels.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola A.
(Copyright: 30.11.10 - ARR)

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Title: 'My Saucy Delight'

She is the stardust mama, 
who feeds with
apple crumbling, humble pie
undeterred, as hill strata atop a cliff.

Adaptable her carapace, 
falling into wholesome rhetoric,

Her bloom spilling out

Like argent syrup-maple chasing hunger.

 Awakening, arousing

so seemingly aerial but smooth

her aroma's beckoning
of an afternoon's enchantment.

Non-stop this sea 
bubbling over with essential round of herring.

pure ocean spice alternating
Between dew drops of the morrows.

Thus the evening quivers,
  Of her delicious rapture

And heaven has popped in, blameless
To dish out her portions

like wet oysters;

Pondering barren shores.

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Poetry by Rev.Bola Animashaun

(Copyright: 30.11.10 - ARR)

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I am pure, naked, transparent Source.
I am completely open, completely knowable with nothing hidden
I am seen and heard so clearly, as my light and sound are very bright.
I am powerful, playful and creative
I am creating a game of hide and seek with myself
I am a designer and creative genius
I am creating different wills and identities, like expensive garments to wear, cover and hide myself within
I am creating free choices and free wills, like shoes to choose from, and step out in.

I am choosing, being that which attracts and experiences only good
I am choosing, being that which has only positive, desirable experiences.
I am choosing, being that which views every experience in life as an opportunity to express love.
I am choosing, being that which gives attention only to the positive and good.
I am choosing, being that which draws attention only to the positive.
I am choosing to be that which chooses

I am creating a separate free will, and making it something which can also choose
I am curious of my creation and how far it can reach
I am creating a toy mirror, and witness my self-reflected in it
I am viewing and experiencing my opposite manifestation, as my self-reflection
I am projecting an image of myself with this mirror, that appears equal and opposite.
I am choosing to project, and experience, that which I am not
I am choosing to experience my polar opposite.
I am fascinated by this image I am projecting
I am forgetting my self, while focusing on this reflection
I am forgetting that I am projecting

I am believing that, I am the reflected image of myself in the mirror.
I am believing that, I and my image are the same
I am believing that, I and my reflection are one and the same
I am choosing to deny my true being
I am choosing to oppose my denial
I am denying the reflection
I am judging the reflection, I am criticising the image
I am obsessing with righting the image that I am reflecting
I am hooked on the image
I am attached to the image
I am convinced the image is who I am
I am convinced the image is not who I am
I am resisting my image
I am fed up with my image
I am looking away from my image in disgust

I am distracted from my image for a moment.
I am remembering something...
I am remembering free will
I am remembering I have choice
I am remembering I can choose not to hide from myself
I am remembering I can choose not to use a mirror, by simply looking directly.
I am remembering I can choose how I see myself
I am remembering I can choose just being once again

I am choosing to be that which chooses
I am choosing, to be that which attracts and experiences all good
I am choosing, to be that which has all healthy, desirable experiences.
I am choosing, to be that which views every experience in life as an opportunity to express love.
I am choosing, to be that which gives attention only to the good.
I am choosing, to be that which draws attention only to the good.
I am choosing free will again
I am choosing to release my separate identity and will
I am choosing to surrender my game of hide and seek, that's past its sell by date

I am a wiser, more powerful, more creative designer
I am choosing to shine my light again
I am creating better games to play and more loving adventures
I am completely open, completely knowable, nothing hidden
I am pure, naked, transparent, wiser, more experienced Source.
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Copyright  Rev Bola Animashaun - Thursday, 09 October, 2008 - ARR

'Invisible'

Am I invisible to you 
Or is there really someone here?
Are you programmed to ignore me
Or are you programmed not to care?
How come you cannot see me
Even though I'm bright as day
I stand here right before you
My heart and mind so clear
So why do you despise me
Why can't you just play fair?
I'm not here to cause you trouble
Or to be your enemy
I just want to have a life
That 's kind and just and free.
We all walk the same warm earth
We breathe the same fresh air
We drink the same cool water and
We all want are honest share.
Its not right for you to judge me
The life of someone you've unknown
Whilst you never take the trouble
To check information you've been show
Its now time to let the sadness
And the ignorance be gone
To embrace the truth 
That you and I are one
And one alone.
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Poetry by Rev. Bola A
(copyright: 10.10.10. - ARR)

'Impulse'

roads
woodsmoke
thread bare
he runs through the green
smothering stars and stripes
gold ice reindeer on the porch
found in the broken pulse of time


Poetry by Rev.Bola
(copyright: 31.8.10 -ARR)
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