What Is It That You Cannot Forgive?

What is it that you cannot forgive?

That lie, that you haven’t told before

A heart that has not hurt and heal

What is that you cannot forgive?

That word that was beautiful

From that tongue that once kissed you

That friendship that once made you full

What is it that you cannot forgive?

That hit that hurt you

From those hands that once caressed you

Look, marriage is like friendship

Like a childhood friendship that stretches through the years

It mustn’t be like teenage romance that is intense just in the moment

But its like brotherhood, sisterhood

Its nothing like the world says it is

Its not like the movies, books

So what is that you cannot forgive?

#OgeOkerekeinspired

Words Are Better

They say that a gold string should run through

So that they can see

So that they can understand

They say that paragraphs and sentences should align

Brief with so much precision

They say that details are great

But with twitter everyone wants point

What to do?

What are things we should now do?

So here’s the thing

I’m thinking of the so many great books I have read

I’m thinking the several great words that were said

Often they weren’t precise

And they were not twitter size

I’m thinking of the study of great men

And the spectacular lives they led

Precision may not have been far fetched

But comprehension may demand the code stretch

I think of Da Vinci

I think of Dan Brown

Of Adiche

And the tales of Madiba’s town

I think of secrets waiting to be found

Of words that will forever be unknown

Then I return to think of tweets

Of my phone, and my wrongly spelled verbal bits

I want more than that

I want more than a tweet

I want you to write a sullen letter

 A lengthy love chocolaty grit

I want you to write to my mind

To write on my paper

I need you to read to me

So that your voice and lip colour I’d remember

You can tweet me every now and then if you want

But I’ll still look forward to your letter

Tweets and bits are cute and new

Well written words will always be better.

The One Left Behind

I have two eyes on my face

Two ears by my head

I have two paths on my way

Two sides to which my hips sway

I have spirit and soul

Together they don’t run foul

I have two hands too

One beautiful

The other similarly so

One gets the praise

And to heaven it is raised

While the other gets the chill

The isolation and the frill

My left hand

It never gets anything

They hardly accept her

They hardly respect her

When I stretch her out

Their cultural norms I flout

My left hand

Always to my sides

So beautiful she is

Like her sister and the Great God inside

Wasn’t she carved from dust?

Doesn’t she bath?

Isn’t she clothed?

Isn’t she free?

Isn’t she a similarly beautiful side of me?

My perfect left hand

Unfortunately, the one I once left behind

Write with me now, dance

Paint freely, take your chance

Those won’t shake you won’t touch me

Because without you

I’ll be living incompletely

My hand, the first and same as the other

Like the two eyes on my face

Like brother and brother

Don’t run foul

Stay here and flare

Don’t be hidden from the world’s interesting glare.

Heleleh

I’ve got flames in my hands

Green flames of Heleleh

I’ve got flames in my Spirit

To sow and restore

I’ve got flames in my Soul

I wield the serpent rod

I’ve got flames in my Mind

Storms of light in a flesh pod

I’m the reality of Heleleh

I’m everything and more

I’m outstanding

Simple yes, but Extra-ordinarily Heleleh

I’ve got Flames in my hands

Burning bright green

I’ve got the storm of history

Binding me, setting free

I’m the distinctness of Heleleh

The formlessness of Him

I’m everything and more

I’m the sweetness of Heleleh

The first here, the only on this shore

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Heleleh: Incredible, God.

His Loving Doings

His Love is huge

It raptures me everyday

He lives in me

He inspires me in every way

He turns me around

When the paths turn evil

And he carries me on

When I feel weak and feeble

He believes in my weakness

But He celebrates my strength

He does great things

His Love does not repent

I have stretched His Love

And I have gone the wrong goings

But His Love is here

And so is He, ever growing.