Showing posts with label Father. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Father. Show all posts

Thursday, November 21, 2013

CYCLE OF VIOLENCE by Osowe Gbenga

















I was thinking about Domestic Violence and how it continues in a cycle (men who grew up to see their fathers beat their mothers are less likely to see anything wrong in beating women etc) and the thoughts brought this poem titled CYCLE.


CYCLE OF VIOLENCE

I have chosen to speak
to lend the world my words 
and let my voice be heard
loud and clear
Against the violence of silence
perpetrated against the ones we ought to hold so dear
causing them so much bodily and mental harm.

I sound the alarm, 
that the cycles might be strengthened no longer
that our females may suffer no more
and that our wives and daughters may weep no more.


I choose to speak,
at the plight of children who witness their mothers being beaten and battered,
watching as her cloth is shred into tatters.
As she  is stripped of her dignity and humanity
By the same man who once claimed to love her,
swearing an oath to honour and protect her.
But,
Now, his fist is her face's unworthy yet willing companion daily.
She sheds tears, 
losing blood
not for man's ransom nor eucharistic communion.
She shed her blood, 
her life,
dying in bits,
cowering and pleading, 
while he beats her.
and she stays silent.

A victim,
and a  perpetrator of the violence of silence
She stays,
keeping mute and enduring
for the sake of her 
Son,
who now believes that  the answer 
to every female's daring questions and smart retort is a punch
and a kick.
Daily, his fragile human mind is being transformed
to that of a savage,
who thinks that the body of a woman is meant to be ravaged.
A victim of the vicious cycle

So for him I speak, 
and for the sake of his younger sister,
in whose mind is etched the imagery of her father's savagery.
She hates men with a passion,
her life a lesson in delusions.
The words of her mother fill her ears,
"Men are bad,
they are the spawns of the devil
and in them is the seed of evil."
She knows not, 
that not all men are brutes. 
Even if to many you dare not ascribe the word cute.

She is a victim,
caught in the cycle strengthened by our silence.
And so for her I speak
against RAPE, domestic abuse and sexual harassment.
And I say
break this cycle
and STOP THE VIOLENCE NOW!

by 
Osowe Gbenga


Sunday, October 20, 2013

Tribute to sage "my hero" by Rage


Tribute to sage "my hero" 
by "Rage"


You are my Hero ..
You are the "He" who knows.. 
the "Sea" ....
The "Symbol".. 
He speaks..
The wind "Blows"...
Minds "blow"..
but Mine..
"Explodes"..
SAGE...you are my Hero..
And everyday I dream..
To be like my Master "Sage"...
My Master "Says"..
"Son, work hard...Dream free...
And remember to bring the energy".
I say....."Dad" ..
All I need you have already given me..
Coz...
If today will be my last on this stage..
Then I will give my best..
"My homepage"
You dream of love ..
But I dream to be blind..
Not to C sin... but to B Seen..
To C...to B in XtaC..like the C...
now u C....
To truly love is to B..
"Truly Free"
You are Free..Free of speech..
I am Bound..Bound to speak..
Speak change through words...
words my Master "Says"
my Master's "Sage" .
I only dream to be heard..
Be led by great minds.
Mine too small to be compared..
I only dream of my Hero...
The "He" who knows.. 
the "Sea" ....
The "Symbol".. 
He speaks..
The wind "Blows"..
Minds "blow"..
but mine..
"Explodes"..
Everyday i dream  
I dream of my hero..
"Sage".
And when I am freed from these chains.
I'll be on this stage.
Help me father...
For I am your son.
"RAGE"..
You are "The One" Sage 
You are ."The chosen one"
You are....
"The Spoken word"....

......A Spoken word Tribute...




Listen and Download the spoken word song, Tribute to sage "my hero" by Rage...



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Saturday, January 26, 2013

LETTER TO MY BELOVED by Pauldesimple






Dear beloved
I'm sorry to inform you that I had resolved
And arrived at the conclusion
To stop our distant communication
And put an end to our beautiful relationship
And glowing friendship

For I'm becoming insane
And can no longer bear the pain
Of traveling to your place
Before I see your face

Furthermore I'm tired of writing
And endlessly waiting
For days
Before hearing from you always
For whenever I pick my handset
To call your gadget
It's either switched off
Since power in you area is always off
Or out of service
The usual from our telecommunication companies


So I decide to do this
That we might have peace


Finally I'm coming to see your mother
And ask your father
For your hand in marriage
Because our love has come of age
And I can't give away
Whatever the pay
Thereby saying goodbye to a relationship
And welcoming companionship


But before I end this letter
I have a question that needs an urgent answer 
Baby
Will you marry me?


Your truly
And faithfully


by Pauldesimple





Monday, December 24, 2012

Jesus and Religion, 2 amazing Spoken Word Poetry Videos....!!!


Jesus and Religion....!!!!
2 poets, 
2 poems, 
2 different views, 
2 different messages, 
2 different meaning, 
and I love them both. 
The poems I mean :). 





Jefferson Bethke – Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus











What if I told you Jesus came to abolish religion
What if I told you voting Republican really wasn't His mission?
What if I told you republican doesn't automatically mean Christian
And just because you call some people blind doesn't automatically give you vision


I mean if religion is so great, why has it started so many wars
Why does it build huge churches, but fails to feed the poor
Tells single moms God doesn't love them if they've ever had a divorce
But in the Old Testament, God actually calls religious people whores

Religion might preach grace, but another thing they practice
Tend to ridicule God's people, they did it to John The Baptist
They can't fix their problems, and so they just mask it
Not realizing religion's like spraying perfume on a casket
See the problem with religion, is it never gets to the core
It's just behavior modification, like a long list of chores

Like let's dress up the outside make it look nice and neat
But it's funny that's what they use to do to mummies while the corpse rots underneath


Now I ain't judging, I'm just saying quit putting on a fake look
Cause there's a problem if people only know you're a Christian by your Facebook
I mean in every other aspect of life, you know that logic's unworthy
It's like saying you play for the Lakers just because you bought a jersey

You see this was me too, but no one seemed to be on to me
Acting like a church kid, while addicted to pornography
See on Sunday I'd go to church, but Saturday getting faded
Acting if I was simply created just to have sex and get wasted
See I spent my whole life building this facade of neatness
But now that I know Jesus, I boast in my weakness

Because if grace is water, then the church should be an ocean
It's not a museum for good people, it's a hospital for the broken
Which means I don't have to hide my failure, I don't have to hide my sin
Because it doesn't depend on me it depends on him
See because when I was God's enemy and certainly not a fan
He looked down and said I want, that, man

Which is why Jesus hated religion, and for it he called them fools
Don't you see so much better than just following some rules
Now let me clarify, I love the church, I love the Bible, and yes I believe in sin
But if Jesus came to your church would they actually let him in
See remember he was called a glutton, and a drunkard by religious men
But the son of God never supports self righteousness not now, not then

Now back to the point, one thing is vital to mention
How Jesus and religion are on opposite spectrum
See one's the work of God, but one's a man made invention
See one is the cure, but the other's the infection
See because religion says do, Jesus says done
Religion says slave, Jesus says son
Religion puts you in bondage, while Jesus sets you free
Religion makes you blind, but Jesus makes you see
And that's why religion and Jesus are two different clans

Religion is man searching for God, Christianity is God searching for man
Which is why salvation is freely mine, and forgiveness is my own
Not based on my merits but Jesus's obedience alone
Because he took the crown of thorns, and the blood dripped down his face
He took what we all deserved, I guess that's why you call it grace
And while being murdered he yelled
"Father forgive them they know not what they do."
Because when he was dangling on that cross, he was thinking of you
And he absorbed all of your sin, and buried it in the tomb
Which is why I'm kneeling at the cross, saying come on there's room
So for religion, no I hate it, in fact I literally resent it
Because when Jesus said it is finished, I believe he meant it.







Why I Love Religion, And Love Jesus 

by Fr. Claude (Dusty) Burns Aka Pontifex






What if I told you that Jesus loves religion
And that by his coming as man he brought his religion to fruition
See this had to be addressed, the use of illogical terms and definitions
You clearly have a heart for Jesus but its fueling atheistic opinions
See what makes his religion great is not errors of wars and inquisitions
It's that broken men and women to participate in his mission
Clearly Jesus says I have not come to abolish
I came to fulfill the law and I came to fulfill the prophets 
And lines about building big churches and tending to the poor
Sounds a bit like Judas when the perfume was being poured 
See His religion is the largest worldwide source of relief
For the poor, the hungry, the sick and repentant thief
Oceans of compassion, opening wide the doors
For single mothers, widows and orphans, married and divorced
We all detest hypocrisy, and empty show is just the worst
But blaming religion for contradiction
Is like staring at death, and blaming the hearse.
See the teacher will teach when the students are ready to listen
But those that choose to sit in the pews and refuse the good news
Is not the fault of religion. 
And If I have the Jersey and I'm playing for the Bulls
There's going to be some boundaries, regulations and some rules.
You can't have Christ without his Church; you can't have the King without his Kingdom
Sins of the Body and internal treason will never ever make me leave him
And that Jesus said it is done, is absolutely true
But he also gave us a mission with many things to DO.
Jesus says if you love me, you will Do what I command. 
Go and Baptize in the name of the Father, Son & Spirit in Every Land. 
And on the night he was betrayed he took his men in the Upper Room
Take at eat this is my body take and drink my blood for you.
A New covenant you see, an act connected to the tree,
Do this time and time again in Memory of Me. 
And at last with crown of thorns beaten beyond comprehension
His eyes were looking for yours and mine; it was divine, no human invention.
So as for religion I love it, I have one because Jesus rose from the dead and won.
I believe When Jesus said IT IS FINISHED, His religion had just begun. 




Thursday, December 13, 2012

MYTH OF MY CHILDHOOD (A Spoken Word Piece by Yommy Bishop)



There is a myth that was told since I was born

The myth that gladdens my heart when I was young
The myth of where I came from, and where I belong
The myth of our fathers
Of who takes over when they are gone
The fallacy that left us shattered
The truth that doesn't matter
The colors they painted with their palette
The path they treated as a scarlet.

When I was young father once told me to be strong
That one day to the top I belong
My teacher mantra me ‘leader of tomorrow’
Perhaps they said these to wipe away my sorrow.
But seems tomorrow never come
Or maybe I’m just forever young.
Though I can haul and urge them no more
No more can I endure to bear their brunt
Its dawn but the cocks still don’t crow
Ticking of time but our infants still don’t grow
Days roll into months, months into years
Our drumming rain turns lazy dew in the ears
While our waving sun changes to sleeping moon.
Our well is running dry, metamorphosed into a stony pit
Surrounded by dancing leafs
From the leafy branches of a sheltering tree
In the still of the night, our fathers stole away our right.
Rotating and revolving in selfish pride
They raped her and left the groom with no bride.
The rulers I know are still ruling
While tomorrows leader are trapped in their childhood myth looking.

The myth of my childhood
The myth that rips me off my manhood.
The Ecstasy that bind us
The love that blind us
Lying on my mother's chest
Sucking on my father's breast.
My lips on his hard on nipples
Excitement spread in like ripples.
Federal character a wailing abracadabra
A predicament sweet as venom, 
the treasure stolen in billion
We seek freedom from the rulers of this kingdom
They using us to rise to stardom, while our lives abandoned.
Sing it in their ears that again she’s in her period of Ovulation
Sing it all through the nation, 
on TV and every radio station
As we the youth are set on edge, for an un-ending Revolution.




By 
Yommy Bishop


Saturday, September 15, 2012

BABA GOD.....!!!!!!



Baba God dey always ginger my swagger,
and He no dey ever play me for maga.
Anytime I enter danger,
He send His angels with flaming daggers,
and all enemies scamper and take cover.


Baba God is a faithful loving father,
my very own strong tower,
that always keep me in His radar,
and ever willing to bless, pamper and prosper.





Baba God no dey quick to vex,
even when I insist say wetin I want I must get,
and if after I get am finish I fall into mess.
I go just approach am to repent
and show say I truly regret.
Baba God go draw me to His chest,
dry my tears,
and forgive and forget.








Baba God dey always fill my life with sweet sensation,
by giving me His undivided attention,
and directing me to fulfil His purpose and intention. 
Baba God dey always ensure I dey in His divine protection,
and He dey shower me with favour, success and promotion. 



Baba God just dey rock my world,
well, after all,
the earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof,
the world and the people therein.
Baba God, carry go jor, na U biko, no shaking!!!



by Olulu