His wrath poured out on me from a jug,
His words turned my tongue to an unsheathed sword.
My hatred, a raging fire, I watch slowly consume me,
As I see myself gradually become that which I loathe the most.
My mind, a host of unsavory thoughts,
Criticisms, mistakes, and my perceived flaws.
Every day feels like a heavy loss,
A burden that I carry like a cross.
Too harsh to be correction.
Too violent for rebuke.
Love so hot it burns, is what you've poured for me,
And wounds so deep they burrow, are now a part of me.
-Chasten-
-Uzezi David.
#poem #chasten #love
His words turned my tongue to an unsheathed sword.
My hatred, a raging fire, I watch slowly consume me,
As I see myself gradually become that which I loathe the most.
My mind, a host of unsavory thoughts,
Criticisms, mistakes, and my perceived flaws.
Every day feels like a heavy loss,
A burden that I carry like a cross.
Too harsh to be correction.
Too violent for rebuke.
Love so hot it burns, is what you've poured for me,
And wounds so deep they burrow, are now a part of me.
-Chasten-
-Uzezi David.
#poem #chasten #love
Men and women are equally valuable before God, biologically distinct, and designed to complement each other. True justice is not the liberation of one gender from another, but the liberation of both from sin, ignorance, and oppression, so they can thrive together in purpose under God.
Redemptive Complementarianism
Uzithepoet
Redemptive Complementarianism
Uzithepoet
~Cracked~
You're a danger like a piece of broken glass
I see the blood boiling in your veins
You're about to crack and burst
You're not in your right senses but I can't let you lose your brain.
I know you're done with it,
These miseries, days getting of limit
People judging your decisions,
Plus you don't have a tangible ambition.
Forget what they told you 'cause I think it ain't over,
You didn't force your ways into this world,
You were chosen to be here and I think you're a soldier,
So, match forward to the core, make yourself proud, go even wild.
Nobody knows where we gonna be,
But right now, we're here and we gonna embrace it
Life ain't supposed to be hard living nor should it be easy
But from today, we have to start repairing these cracks.
You're a danger like a piece of broken glass
I see the blood boiling in your veins
You're about to crack and burst
You're not in your right senses but I can't let you lose your brain.
I know you're done with it,
These miseries, days getting of limit
People judging your decisions,
Plus you don't have a tangible ambition.
Forget what they told you 'cause I think it ain't over,
You didn't force your ways into this world,
You were chosen to be here and I think you're a soldier,
So, match forward to the core, make yourself proud, go even wild.
Nobody knows where we gonna be,
But right now, we're here and we gonna embrace it
Life ain't supposed to be hard living nor should it be easy
But from today, we have to start repairing these cracks.
❤2
*NAKUTAKA TAKA.*
Heri unihukumu lakini usinikemee, coz mimi sio pepo...
Instead tupigane vita, come nikupige stick...
Hapo utafeel freshi!
Nitakuwa nimekutoa kutu pamoja na webs: Though spider haikujenga huko.
Instead ya wewe kupaka lip bum, ingia Ingia huku nikupe mate...
Hizo lips ziache kukauka.
Na kamum kama unafeel kupaka lipstick,
Ni heri ujipake tomato sauce,
Ndio unipandishe steam nitake kuzinyonya,
Though wewe sio changaa.
By the way! Unakuwaga umeweza-
Kuna venye mimi huku takataka,
Hata kama unachali,
Sitamind kuwa spare wheel,
Tunaeza cheza chini ya maji,
Though sisi sio samaki.
*© Myles The Masterpiece🖋️🖋️*
*® Mylistic verses*
Heri unihukumu lakini usinikemee, coz mimi sio pepo...
Instead tupigane vita, come nikupige stick...
Hapo utafeel freshi!
Nitakuwa nimekutoa kutu pamoja na webs: Though spider haikujenga huko.
Instead ya wewe kupaka lip bum, ingia Ingia huku nikupe mate...
Hizo lips ziache kukauka.
Na kamum kama unafeel kupaka lipstick,
Ni heri ujipake tomato sauce,
Ndio unipandishe steam nitake kuzinyonya,
Though wewe sio changaa.
By the way! Unakuwaga umeweza-
Kuna venye mimi huku takataka,
Hata kama unachali,
Sitamind kuwa spare wheel,
Tunaeza cheza chini ya maji,
Though sisi sio samaki.
*© Myles The Masterpiece🖋️🖋️*
*® Mylistic verses*
THE LOST GENERATION.
My generation is in shambles,
The chieftain inheritors left six feet under,
The man to uphold sanity is busy chasing the wind,
Who will help us reinstate morals and culture.
Not one is left able to sit on the elders stool,
Address the village and restore unity,
The city swallowed the best and sold them as crows,
They only patch on beauty, breasts and behinds not love.
I miss the well breaded generation,
Those who commanded respect from the least and great,
The one's women ran to for comfort and peace,
Sadly the vipers left only dance to the tune of drugs.
The days love was sacred ended,
The feminine generation is full of deceit,
Elders pouncing on the young while the young ran after madam sponsor,
Where did we go wrong? what part of us did we shed.
Morals are no longer passed, they claim it's old fashioned,
Clinging to the west culture destroyed us,
Dressing up for the alcohol turned us into monsters,
Hoping from one bed to the other for comfort has us on our knees.
Grandpa im wailing over your boys,
The ones you sat under the iroko tree and poured knowledge on,
Sadly none remembers of your wisdom,
They all cursed the earth and threw future away.
Today is a day for them tomorrow a mystery,
None can offer the other a hand, they all are weak in nature,
The eateries have cursed manhood with unhealthy takeaways,
I can't put a pot on fire early like mama cause it's old fashioned.
The elders of my land wake and curse,
They are dying during the sacred deed,
They have no zeal to satisfy generations like your time,
My tears are for those we lost on the way while chasing lust.
My time's up my people,
Men of my time rise to the occasion,
The elders are spitting in the direction of the sun with arms raised,
This time maybe the god's will look down and restore sanity,
To be continued..........
The Lost Generation.
©Amirah Writes.
My generation is in shambles,
The chieftain inheritors left six feet under,
The man to uphold sanity is busy chasing the wind,
Who will help us reinstate morals and culture.
Not one is left able to sit on the elders stool,
Address the village and restore unity,
The city swallowed the best and sold them as crows,
They only patch on beauty, breasts and behinds not love.
I miss the well breaded generation,
Those who commanded respect from the least and great,
The one's women ran to for comfort and peace,
Sadly the vipers left only dance to the tune of drugs.
The days love was sacred ended,
The feminine generation is full of deceit,
Elders pouncing on the young while the young ran after madam sponsor,
Where did we go wrong? what part of us did we shed.
Morals are no longer passed, they claim it's old fashioned,
Clinging to the west culture destroyed us,
Dressing up for the alcohol turned us into monsters,
Hoping from one bed to the other for comfort has us on our knees.
Grandpa im wailing over your boys,
The ones you sat under the iroko tree and poured knowledge on,
Sadly none remembers of your wisdom,
They all cursed the earth and threw future away.
Today is a day for them tomorrow a mystery,
None can offer the other a hand, they all are weak in nature,
The eateries have cursed manhood with unhealthy takeaways,
I can't put a pot on fire early like mama cause it's old fashioned.
The elders of my land wake and curse,
They are dying during the sacred deed,
They have no zeal to satisfy generations like your time,
My tears are for those we lost on the way while chasing lust.
My time's up my people,
Men of my time rise to the occasion,
The elders are spitting in the direction of the sun with arms raised,
This time maybe the god's will look down and restore sanity,
To be continued..........
The Lost Generation.
©Amirah Writes.
Forwarded from Dark side.
Dark side.
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*song of the nights.*
Wake up.
They whisper, in the middle of the night. You can hear them because you've known them before. You've known they're there all along. Outside the wind blows. A loose roof flaps and it sounds like someone is walking over it. You can hear it too, can't you? In the living room you hear shuffling on the tiles. Pause. Then shuffling again. The coach creeks. Someone has sat on it. You can feel it, right? And it isn't only one person. You know they're there. Waiting. But you don't want to open your eyes? Are you afraid? They call again. But it's your name this time. It's clear, a symphony to hypnotize you. Wake up. Come here. They say. Guiding you to sit with them. The night is alive, and so are it's people. They're calling you, to be alive with them. You won't turn them down, will you? You wake up, in a dreamlike state. Shuffling your feet to the living room. And see them waiting. Some on the coaches. And some standing. You see them right? If you can see them, you can see the rest.
https://www.tg-me.com/cul_14_pry
©🅻🅾🅽🅴 ™🤬
Wake up.
They whisper, in the middle of the night. You can hear them because you've known them before. You've known they're there all along. Outside the wind blows. A loose roof flaps and it sounds like someone is walking over it. You can hear it too, can't you? In the living room you hear shuffling on the tiles. Pause. Then shuffling again. The coach creeks. Someone has sat on it. You can feel it, right? And it isn't only one person. You know they're there. Waiting. But you don't want to open your eyes? Are you afraid? They call again. But it's your name this time. It's clear, a symphony to hypnotize you. Wake up. Come here. They say. Guiding you to sit with them. The night is alive, and so are it's people. They're calling you, to be alive with them. You won't turn them down, will you? You wake up, in a dreamlike state. Shuffling your feet to the living room. And see them waiting. Some on the coaches. And some standing. You see them right? If you can see them, you can see the rest.
https://www.tg-me.com/cul_14_pry
©🅻🅾🅽🅴 ™🤬
We ignore each other,
like it’s something we’ve practiced for years.
Even when we’re inches apart,
we pretend the air isn’t burning between us.
Our eyes meet
and everything stops for a breath,
for a heartbeat too long.
Then we both look away,
as if it didn’t just happen.
Still, I catch you watching me,
and I tell myself I imagined it.
Then you catch me,
and I know you didn’t.
You pass by so close
I could feel your silence brush against me.
I stay still,
but something in me moves anyway.
How long will we keep this up?
Because this wall between us
doesn’t keep me away anymore....
it’s pulling me in,
the way only you ever could.
like it’s something we’ve practiced for years.
Even when we’re inches apart,
we pretend the air isn’t burning between us.
Our eyes meet
and everything stops for a breath,
for a heartbeat too long.
Then we both look away,
as if it didn’t just happen.
Still, I catch you watching me,
and I tell myself I imagined it.
Then you catch me,
and I know you didn’t.
You pass by so close
I could feel your silence brush against me.
I stay still,
but something in me moves anyway.
How long will we keep this up?
Because this wall between us
doesn’t keep me away anymore....
it’s pulling me in,
the way only you ever could.
Looking through a glass,
My life about to crash,
My dreams turn to ash,
It's all happening so fast.
Reality is slipping from my hands
Like water through my fingers.
I feel my heart beating,
The warmth of life retreating.
This cold feeling I can't shake,
My very soul and body are alarmed.
The slightest whisper sounds so loud.
Every sense says something's amiss,
The moment my fears and worries kiss;
I want it to cease.
But alas,
With this feeling is true freedom.
In losing myself,
In being helpless,
Is pain and pleasure I have never known.
In seeking solace,
I have found a goal.
As I embrace my darkest
In the darkness,
Alone.
I am free,
Free to be,
Free of me,
To live and die as I choose.
In chains yet unchained,
My tether to reality is gone,
It has found home in the flames,
And peace in earth.
My life about to crash,
My dreams turn to ash,
It's all happening so fast.
Reality is slipping from my hands
Like water through my fingers.
I feel my heart beating,
The warmth of life retreating.
This cold feeling I can't shake,
My very soul and body are alarmed.
The slightest whisper sounds so loud.
Every sense says something's amiss,
The moment my fears and worries kiss;
I want it to cease.
But alas,
With this feeling is true freedom.
In losing myself,
In being helpless,
Is pain and pleasure I have never known.
In seeking solace,
I have found a goal.
As I embrace my darkest
In the darkness,
Alone.
I am free,
Free to be,
Free of me,
To live and die as I choose.
In chains yet unchained,
My tether to reality is gone,
It has found home in the flames,
And peace in earth.
To my fellow introverts…
What if that next outing you skip is the one where your true love shows up? 💭
You could “save” six hours by staying home — or lose six years waiting for the right person.
Nothing is guaranteed. There’s nothing written in the stars.
Even God doesn’t pick a partner for anybody — you choose.
So maybe this is a prophetic word for someone.
Chance
Uzithepoet
What if that next outing you skip is the one where your true love shows up? 💭
You could “save” six hours by staying home — or lose six years waiting for the right person.
Nothing is guaranteed. There’s nothing written in the stars.
Even God doesn’t pick a partner for anybody — you choose.
So maybe this is a prophetic word for someone.
Chance
Uzithepoet