Imaginable Hope

I live on the line of hope
Hope for the better day that will come.

I sang with joy within my vein
Glory, glory, our day of hope is here
I could feel her presence
Wrapped in the mystery of imagination.

Hope is here to stay
Life is here to worth a meaning
That I might live like a man
Who has a purpose to fulfill his calling.

 

 

�Nsikak Andrew, 18th September, 2008

All In All

The fury forest of life
Seek to consume me
But in the strength of His Word
Will I put my trust.

Life in the dungeon of hope
Tempted my soul to go astray
But I shall not weary 
For in Him will I put my trust.

I looked to heaven
And cried for help
He sat and tendered His hand
That I might behold His glory.

Him who was replaced for my sake
Blameless lamp who borne my shame
Him who loves me without a fault
His life He gave that I will live eternally.
 

 

�Nsikak Andrew, 12th August, 2008
 

When?

I sat in tears
With thoughts gone
Like a smoke out of a thatch roof
To where do it ascends to?

I cry in thoughts
As silent gripped me 
My life I seem to lack control
To where is my thoughts roaming to?

I cry, oh, I weep
Oblivion has become a thought in waiting
Where shall the way of all mortal come?

To me, a day is in waiting
A day I will see my sleep ascends forever.

 

�Nsikak Andrew, 10th July, 2008

Two�s In One

My head shakes

With tears that almost drops.

My mind questioned

With a heart that pains

Our society what has it become.

My heart bleeds

With sorrow covered in sag clothes.

My soul wept like one who has no hope

How in the mist of plenty

Many shares� no hope for tomorrow.

I wept with uncontrollable heart

For a journey out for life�s struggles

I see sorrows planted in the corner of our roads.

 

 

�Nsikak Andrew, 2nd July, 2008

I Shall

I shall be a mask covered in mystery
I shall be a thought provoked by your heart
Till you dare in suspend to cry.

I shall be a roar in your deepest thought
Castigating your being like the lost of breathe
I shall be a torment to your soul
Breathing valour that must awaken your midnight sleep.

I shall be mad with wicked thoughts,
Thoughts that will reduce your ego to nothing
And make you beg for your right
Like a suspect that committed no crime.

I shall be a terror to your soul
Yes I shall be your wicked thoughts
I shall be your hate-love till you realize
That a Friday that seems good is known on a Wednesday.

 

�Nsikak Andrew, 19th June, 2008

Needlelines

In stitches of lines,

Patches of thoughts gathered in words

Thoughts that seem incoherent,

Breathes with the air that unction life.

In lines of emotional inflows,

Loneliness of secret thoughts resurrects

And life is produced in thoughts that breathes

Now I see an angel in the lines that births.

It may sound stupid to the ears of some

Or might make nonsense to many

But to the mind that cherishes the gift of nature

The inborn of a gift is their reward.

In lines of thoughts

Inspiration resurrects like the stitching from a needle

My thoughts are like life buried within a closet

Her day of glory shines beyond the days she was born.

I had rejected this gift out of ignorance

How I was beaten to surrender feeling worthless

Why must it be me of all worthy of this I asked myself?

But now that I had known better, I breathe these lines in thoughts.

 

 

�Nsikak Andrew, 9th June, 2008