(Lally and Ephraim–a lovely day by the home affairs)

I have one life, but another seem to intervene
It undresses my righteousness as it oppose
It snares with trouble over the face of my faith
Convert my doctrine of peace to flames of vain
Encompasses my memory in strain and strife
My only joy jerks back delaying my spiritual progress
My peace is prodded and my power is in need

I have one king, but there seem to be another
Him of corruptive manner, an enemy in my king’s territory
Whose gruesome shadowy figure hides in the dark?
The kid’s candle wicks burn every night with fear
The nations rage and traverse every now and then
The angels of darkness are stirring up the trouble
And God has called over and over again
“If you may only let me help you, if you may only listen
I shall make you realize that the devil you fear is a painted picture
The one Christ has made a public spectacle of!”

Beautful you are sweetheart
Sweet and perfectly baked
From head to toe, my eyes admires
The gentleness of your light feet
The light movement of you slim body
Sleandor, tender and slow as you go

I love you my sweetheart
In eating, drinking, smelling and hearing
In making, learning and doing
Let’s set aside people’s judgements
You and i to regard God more

I saw a soar story strolling your mind
A sad old story and this far you’ve come
It’s no mistake that we’ve now met
May God be praised and both we–be glad
Here embrace my heart and store unto yours
Let’s peel off the past page and start a anew

Alas-the intriguing switch is pardonable

However the steaming search is ever constant

But its not a thing of season, but knowledge

Brothers-joy isn’t in the aridity of beauty alone

Or is it in our specific endeavors

Sisters-happiness isn’t in wealthier charms alone

Or is it in the way we look and feel

Each heart beat, each breathe, each wink of the eye

The ticks and turns of time calculates

What’s profited, what’s lost and what’s missed

It isn’t in careful timing that joy abides

It’s more profitable, more satisfying, and more fulfilling

To all exercise love and virtue above all things

Starting first from the bottom of our inner self

Resonating, undressing the imprisoning dark shell

Emerging in the light peacefully to face all things

Away from the farmers rackets and tractors that burst dust and noise
The sister’s who flaunt and blush —giggling and gossiping as they go
Their brothers, what a shame! same old story who’ll sleep with who and why?
Their unlearned folks, tampering our culture and tapering with age

Yes, a king on this fluffy pillow of ages who’s hand died- left me-widowed
But the morning’s good and blessed when you ooze your mind in comfort
It is twice blessed in that there’s no toil here, like a rock steady and unmoved
The dew’s cold outside and who’s that bastard who dare walk stirring it
And who’s that yokel who dare swim the lake startling the peaceful fish
Of who’s parents that lad belong, how dare he drive cattle’s on my farm

Wait till sun shines by the porch, the rocking chair—rocking and watching
Smoke of tobacco drifting from my Grandpa’s pipe, poor him to have left it
This farm has his ghost phantoms during the nights, his grave by the hill-rest
Where no kid or adult dare go, I’ve scared them away long time ago
Rocking and smoking, smoking and rocking here where it started and shall end
I’d be watching my farm, who goes where , how and why? Observing!
The ruthless creatures, unmannered, un-tamed, unlearned, uncircumcised—ugh!

But for now, better to relax, body’s old, weak and should resign from labor–hymm
To enjoy my foreign brandy and crack nuts to roast by the charcoaled hearth
Why should I be tilling this barren and ungrateful land, too stony, too unfruitful
Who cares, let the so called young blooded toil and till, perhaps they’ll yield the lot
Perhaps my stack of a million pounds buried by the willow root will last long
After all, who cares, old goat like me shouldn’t dare be concerned, after all death’s nigh

My long beard and mottled mustache, why think of fantasy under these clumsy lassies frowns. I’m mottoed of age, the label of the grannies and grandies, so fussy and gaunt, they reckon. Who cares, let them be for God sake, they’ll never grow old, perhaps this is immortal age. Anointed with elixir and all the portions of everlasting virgins and never aging blood. Blood bastards! even if I stink like dead mens foul, did you breasted me? Or napkin me? Even if I’m wild with the bottle, you say it’ll kill me, your doctors supports you—ahrrhhrrh

Eighty Seven years of life–you tell me that a child of yesterday who wouldn’t even reach nonagenarian. Who don’t even know the most sophisticated sonnet of Shakespeare–him Keats and others we’re of age. What a generation of fools, all from A to Z, none of them has yet revealed the secrets of life. Still they pretend as if they know, their governments, their scientists, doctors and teachers. What a league of ordinary gentlemen, God to have given life, what a waste of life! they’ll never learn. They say revolution, freedom, we’re setting up motives, we’re almost there—what a pity-(He cackles)

Sure to be a men enough, you could’ve experienced what we did, The wars of Hitler, Napoleon plans. The sinking ships and tankers under Germans ammunitions, the Russian, stupid dogs-protesting. Yes protesting and getting slaughtered like a bunch of unmoving dogs, blood on the child and blood on the mother. What a life, what have you to tell us, we’ve seen it all from Albert Einstein to Che Guevara

Forgive me—oh Father—the ignorance
The daunting disturbing a harsh snare in my spirit
I worry as those fools who knows not the love You have
I get angry over the crude selfishness in my heart
Acknowledging that this too enrages You
I get ashamed over the disobedience acts
Aroused over the condemnation the devil bore over me
My shoulders are heavy laden and greasily week
The drips of my bitter tears have worn my cheek
Day to day the devil put me on trials
He’d say I’m weak and You God won’t hear me
Put him to shame oh my God my Saviour
Arise and shine thorough through my spirit
Cast away all the broken and defeated pieces of the devil
For Your son declare I’m un-guilty and worthy before You
Increase wisdom and zeal over me
Embrace me in the wings of Your dear Spirit
Put upon me the wings to soar higher than eagles
A helmet over my head to break through
A sharp edged sword to slash through all circumstances and trials
Let me triumph and shine more than the early common stars
Break apart the obstructing walls of my enemy
Let me triumph over his ruins and shine in Your glory
I’ve known Your work and attributes since childhood
I’ve known Your never ending strength and glory
I believe in Your signs and wonders and have witnessed both
The unconditional love You son gave to us all who believe
It is my acknowledging You that the devil seeks to ruin
It is Your wisdom imparted upon me that the devil seeks to blunt
Therefore My God My King –Saturate and knead my spirit
Through my soul and my whole being
Let all the devils temptations drip before me like wax
And all weakness burnt down like ashes
Oh Lord I’ve heard for I’ve heed Your voice
As You’ve spoken to me that I’m saved and incorruptible
As You’ve shown me that I’m great and worthy of Your gifts
AS great as Christ for it is He who died for my transgression
Rise for my salvation and righteousness will
That I can live an Incorruptible Kings Life
Draw nearer oh Lord, straighten the acts of my life
To grow stronger and completely partake Your Divine

Though young I am, the train of my experience fills my young mind to the brim
Daily I call upon You name, Daily the devil pursuer to rip me apart from Your path
I’ve been caused to doubt, my faith’s weary, Oh save me Lord lest I fell in the devils pit and rot

The street’s I’ve lived, there I’ve encountered foul and fair
The weather has weathered me, the heat has dealt with me
But why do I still hold on unto You?
Why do I still pursuer Your saving grace and salvation
The light You’ve dressed my spirit in, the spirit of unfailing love
Your glory upon the land, now even the barren fields conceives a harvest
It is it the devil seeks to corrupt, but Your seed Oh God, will never return void
There upon that You’ve send it, there it shall complete the task
I’ve called upon Your name Oh Lord, My God, My solid rock of strength and refuge
Hear here the lamenting voice of Your child, hear oh God my Soul’s thirst for change
My outer eyes longs to see the fruits of my faith, Amen, Amen, I’ve said it already
Amen, i say it now again and forever Amen, for Your sake Oh Lord, I’ll never cease mentioning

I get bitter and depressed over this wicked world
Though they are there who give and those who take
Those who labor and those who cheat
Those who depend upon You and those upon men
I depend Upon Your oh Holly one—my God
Remove vain thoughts of my mind and heart
Help me to cast aside complains and ego
Shield me from the unexpected darts of the evil one
Oh Lord, like Your servant David whom I admire
Whose strength was like that of doubled wild lions
Whose sling slayed giants and wolves
There’s none and I mean it—none I can turn to
You alone the author of my life and daily bread
The world is rightly Yours to its ends—with all
All that reside in the seas and lands, heaven Your Galaxy
As the incomparable act of Christ declares me Yours—oh Lord
What am I to be still lacking—oh Father relive my faith
Let it grew stronger like the smoke of Your fire
That consumes even the rocks are turned to ashes
Your grace, love and kindness prevail since the beginning
Oh—unending God, what shall I compare you to
Here on earth and there in heaven there’s none
Lead me oh Great one, lead me in strength and valor

I slept in the nights roofed with Your sky, there Your stars shine forth
In the ever suspending field of Your heaven where no one dares
Many times You’ve showed me the brightest and I marveled as it winks
That brightest who winks at me every night, what say You Lord
What say You to Your servant?

Hear me Oh Lord, I’m tormented in great pain and sorrow
Since when Father? Since childhood my cries echoes towards heaven
I’ve carried difficult burden over my body and my heart
I’ve had bruises, wounds and scars on my skin and thank there
No bone was broken, the betray, fights and the deaths of my beloved ones
Oh Lord, the earth’s breaking me apart, the sighs and tears I’m enough to
The world is Your and I shouldn’t suffer, the water is Yours yet I get thirsty
What’s the cause of this test that it seem unceasing and unseasoned
Oh Lord have Your forgotten the voice of Your child
I refuse this agony and I yield not to the devils grounds
You alone My God I chose out of all the so called gods of the world
You alone I shall serve to the end

Holly–holly, God’s Good
He fills my belly with Kings food
My mind with incorruptible wisdom
Eyes with superior visions
And my Soul, He seals His spirit in
Place to places, as He leads me
Leaving marks of His Glory

Holly–holly, God’s Good
His blessings are constant never ending
His smile’s wide and uplifting
It gives me the mood and pace
To move Holly in joy and light