OF GRACE AND LOVE

Fluidity of stillness, embedded in my frame
Slowly as my closet gets shrouded in fame
I know of the glory in the biggest name
Which blossomed from the cenotaph of the walking lame

And Christ paid in full for my erstwhile sins
He doused my tears in Joy's hopeful seas
Where greater love my soul's eye sees
My trust's without borders; a life like of coral reefs

I forever will trust in my Lord
For He'll let not rust for my sword
Gory to glory, I'm saved by pain and word
Free to flee from sin's wicked ward

#empireofbards

Ara 'deinde
July 2015

CLAIRVOYANCE II

Drip by drip I sip apostasy
From crystal cups of usurping fantasy
Unwittingly, I routinely renounce my
beliefs
For those same stale golden leaves
That wouldn't make me leave my dependence
On sheer guilt shrouded in facial innocence
I have sold my freewill for fifty cents
But my clairsentience still mingles with my conscience
.
I need the mystery in love
To clarify my crave for the rough
.
Ara 'deinde
September 2015

Excerpts from a freestyle session at EOB

At the Empire of Bards, we play seriously with words. Here are few excerpts from one of our recent freestyle sessions. Enjoy.

[6/28, 8:23 PM] Teniola: Reel me in to the real deal
That my enemies may at my command flee

[6/28, 8:26 PM] Aralola: Power to the plain, sanity to deranged samples
Our ugly cheeks seek pretty dimples

[6/28, 8:28 PM] Mojisola: 'twill cling to our skin forever, every rivulet of dew our lover spray us, twill leave our conscience purer,  floods of blood from the cross of our redeemer

[6/28, 8:42 PM] Teniola: True power lies in wisdom not strength
Neither is it for the feeble but the intent

[6/28, 8:48 PM] Aralola: My tree, remember me from the days we used to talk?
Now the lineage sulks, I don't know you anymore.

[6/28, 9:05 PM] Aralola: Tree of hope, do not mope
If you do, tears will my thumb grope.

[6/28, 9:09 PM] Teniola: I bid my belief in this ageless tree
Indeed it is gift of life and very free

[6/28, 9:11 PM] Tunmise: That tree that doomed men to suffer woe
Has never ceased a season to grow

[6/28, 9:12 PM] Aralola: I feed on relief from a fruitless tree;
Now, I desire for me a filling spree.

[6/28, 9:38 PM] Teniola: Falling trees go to sleep
Rising ones wake to grow deep

[6/28, 9:42 PM] Aralola: On the flip side of much is dearth
But life's plenty will end with death.....

Words have power. We are born to speak life.