I want to know your Thoughts

There’s this threshold of love that I never knew existed. I have an affinity towards it like never before, Sometimes I cry, and my heart bleeds at night during the silent screams of loneliness. I ponder my darkness, where’s the lamp to my feet and the light to my path. I yearn for the cyclic chains of the walls in mind to be ripped to pieces, I dig deep as I breath in, panting slowly. I some up courage daily with small prayers of thought. I encourage myself through small whispers of infinite boldness. In the midst of battle, I hear the constant nag, don’t give up, as the war rages. 1 foot in front of the other as my pierced feet soldier through thorns and thistles The war that I fight I must bleed in this world, to eat in this world-Africa At 26 an African child with a dream as big as African wild Growing up, lets stroll down memory lane An untamed nigger, yes, from the hood and the oppression was real The scars of black ethnicity run deep Deeper than

Friendship I thought I knew what it means to be a friend. I thought I had it all figured out at 25-been around the block, been around the country, been around the continent-have had friends from around the world, yes Namibian, South African, Chinese, German, Sudanese and even Russian. But in fact, I am blank, with every new acquaintance. Brothers are easy, but we’re tough, sisters are difficult, but they’re soft. Opposites attract in magnetic terms and like poles repel each other. In the kingdom of God, nothing is impossible. I thought what I like would turn you asunder in fact I would remove myself yonder in my own presumption of insinuating your prejudices. But time and time again, when you let acquaintances be a meeting meant to be and when you think about God and His Kingdom, than acquaintances and crossed paths are “meant to be”. Friendship relationship take course based on decisions that are made dependent on circumstances and they usher the relationship in 1 or 2 directions,

I groan, I groan. My soul is in despair. These voices accuse me and torment my mind. My thoughts are not my own. I feel ashamed, somehow my situation and afflictions aspire to shout slanderous words of blasphemy against the word of God. For I know that God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and a sound mind. In the depths of my bosom, I know neither seem to exist. My joy has disappeared and the strength of the Lord has been subdued from my very being. This is a fight, I pant with deep sighs of sorrow. I morbidly grieve and I desire only my judgment and to be free from the heavy burden of life. Yes, it is my salvation, yes it is the righteous judgment of God. I think and I ponder. I weigh and I weigh every thought, I am anxious in my mind. I want to ask God why, but so barely dare, because I fear to ask God why. I pray, let this cup not pass from me, I am but a vapor who is feeble minded and like grass, my promises fade away. I love the book of Genesis it showe

“Change the way you think” So this thought ran through my mind. “What am I thinking?” “What am I thinking?” Stagnation. “This mind is under constant inertia”. A force we know as ‘the property of matter by which something is not moving, remains still’. “My fear is not that I am inadequate, but a mirror knows who I see and there is always someone watching including my neighbour”. ‘You’, yes it is a narration in the second person. Do you understand how to change the world? Greater is he who is in us, than in the world. Your mind does not rest, you assist in the battle of principalities. Waiting on everyone to define you, conforming, do you think you really stand out? Prove it. Significance is important, but “I want to know your thoughts, because I think about you a lot”. This world is under pressure. The way we think, we think matters. Conforming, what do we all need? How content are we? Chew on writing a piece, maybe poetry, maybe you like the word poetic dissertation, because