Burn always oh gentle spirit

You were sometimes in me like a dead beach

Gone days when deep you are I cannot reach

You're unsearchable but always i beseeched

However, you were woken alive and legit

When Christ set me on the spirit lane

Lane, where no death and flesh sustains

He breaks me with bitters and sugar cane

When am Normal the worldly said am insane

He told me to fear not for I not be ashamed

Happy I am in whom am broken

Smooth and rough still his grace is unspoken

Get close to him much is that you called token

Journey on his track,hold his word as baton

Run a complete race you own a divine haven

The bread of life

In you am ready to strife

Fountain of living water

Fill me to always thirst

Consuming fire

Set me on fire and never to tire

Even when I sigh

Let devil say kai

Eyes of fire

Let it consume lies in liar

Thank for the admission to school of becoming a spirit

Joy in the silent

Deep in me lies a sour slew

Astounding by imagining it's deepest blue

Fears in/on but a joy in plethora makes me new

Pierced by pursuit of life, sorrows not a few

Spurious smiles in people's presence

Alone, lessons fades my quintessence

But a joy blowing in air will not be absent

My deeps sings but sorrows in the real sense

A traveled mode returns always time

I becomes at sea and sour as lime

Both to my fence and my spine

A joy vaporize like a cooking rice seasoned with thyme

Whence cometh this uncalled joy?

Job's response (41:22) will I not toy

God is present where I sorrow and boil {PS. 16:11}

The joy of the lord is my strength it is uncoiled (Nehemiah. 8:10.

Poem @ Adegunleye Ayomide

Life is a scroll, livings are scribe

Some scribe don't write

When scrolls are blank

Scribe got to sink

Be attentive oh! Little young man

Grounds, peace founds

Are busy scroll

Cool, good and whole

Thanks to fanstory, glad am here

Just mend my flair

Let's all be white

And live life right.

Minute poem

8-4-4 syllables

You is what is you

And you is not you we see

You is you within.

I know , I am a gold

I can do this, I can be that

Its true if am bold

Me is my value

If am poor my value is bad

Be good to be real.

It good to be good

Your good act is your beauty

Then love we, heals us.

Japanese haiku 5-7-5

When I held that, they stared at me,when I sat there they laughed me off, what's wrong? Tell me friend why all these?

Oh gentle outsider, where you sat was not your class, what you held and drop belongs to you.

Be free and ask question so as not to be freaked, oh gentle outsider.