Your Goodness.

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I want to speak about your goodnes,

And to express how it feels to be in your presence,

Testifying the great things u’ve done for me,

And all that your word has made me see,

 

Am confident when am filled with your grace,

Happiness in my life cause your word fills me peace,

You commanded me to be strong and of Good courage,

Cause you will hold my hand and lead me through the passage,

 

I want to speak about your goodness,

To let the world understand the depths of your faithfulness,

And have trust in the fullfilment of your promises,

That you fullfill  to those who seek your righteousness,

 

I want to preach about your Goodness,

That they may know that faith is the evidence of the unseen,

The substance of the hopes they feel within,

And that you ain’t pleased by the faithless,

 

I want to speak about you,

And how amaizing you painted the skies blue,

To all the beings you made them two,

That they all unity in love and submit to you,

 

I want to speak about how amazing you are,

And how faithful youve led me to this far,

How your love has taken away my scars,

How your word has made me twinkle as a Star,

I want to speak about your goodness,

That they may know you more,

More that the knowledge may help them grow,

 

I want them to know about your goodness,

 

©noel the poet 2017

 

 

Left With No Option

Left With No Option

Am seated at the corner, 

Thinking how I’ll get out alive, 

 Problems, troubles hindering my life, 

The pain of failure hits me like thunder,

left with no option now striving to go under,

 

My focus hindered 

Passion assimilated,surrendered? 

I think of His promise 

My eyes dim;should I compromise?

Left with no option; I can’t feel His presence

 

My faith is growing slender, 

I can’t feel your way, 

You promised to be my defender, 

Why is my path so gray, 

Left with no option i cant even pray,

 

Yes,in tomorrow I’m destined 

Yet,my staircase;firmly dislocated 

Like Job,my fear just escalated 

Where is the table which you  promised?

Left with no option;doubt ‘s prevailed

 

 I can’t fight my pain, 

It shrinks all my gains, 

I can’t even say Amen, 

When i pray;am drained, 

Left with no Option;hope is stained.

 

Where is the glory?

Where is the favor that changes a story?

I feel you loosed my name in your diary 

Son of fate;bound by worry 

Left with no Option;believing seems crapy,

 

Now tell me what to do, 

My focus,now on you, 

Tell me what to say, 

Teach me how to pray, 

Left with no option:in you I’ll stay, 

 

You are the unchanging changer 

The weak manifestor;the predistinator 

Casting my burden to you my vindicator 

Teach me how to stay in your making chamber 

Left with no Option;thou  buffet me,yet don’t tarry

 

©Mr Wordmek & ©Noellines

 

AIN’T COMING BACK

AIN’T COMING BACK

Am not coming back, 

After you left me in the dark, 

I had nowhere to go too, 

It was all because of you, 

 

Now why, 

Why do you need me back, 

When am healing my stiches, 

Gathering what was left in my heart, 

Cause you left it in pieces, 

 

I was in tears, 

When you went away,

No one was there to wipe my fears, 

When you left me astray, 

 

 

Am sorry, 

Cause I’ve now found my Glory,

The past burried my doubts and worries,

Am now living in a new Story,

 

So, Goodbye, 

Bye,and i wish you be away, 

Away is where i want you to stay, 

 

©noelthepoet 2017

 

MY ADDICTION

MY ADDICTION

Talking of addiction,

I’ve recently noticed one of my own addictions,

“Watching”,to others this is part of entertainment and fun, but to me its more than just that,

I watch 6 hours every evening after work before i go to bed or should i say when am in bed till i fall asleep,

 

At My work place, Sometimes even sneaking to the washroom to watch atleast an episode on YouTube ,

Watching movies, documentaries, anything to watch,(not everything though), i will watch just to quench my craves,

Not forgetting re-watching my old movies over and over again.

Whenever i switch on my laptop, select a movie and put on my Headphones, i feel everything drifted to another new world,

And as it is known to many that every addiction has a side effect Right?,mine is a bit fascinating,

 

Hahahaha, My Dreams are really affected, ave recently noticed that they are more like movies than Dreams,

And they change depending on what i watched before i sleep, action to action, romantic to it, Comedy to………wait i dont remmber having a comic Dream but i remmber waking up laughing‚ sounds as an illusion right?, its not.

 

For instance, the other day i watched an episodes of the TV series “The Beauty and The Beast” later found myself in a dream land as the beast and the Beauty turned to be my workmate who I’ve always had a crush on, it wasn’t as similar to the series but there is something familiar to the other..Like the

Saving her leg from hitting the desk while she was busy walking concetrating on her phone, saving her for being hit by a careless driven bicycle…..the dream was a series too.

 

Wait!  now this one was weird,there was this day i watched a Kung-fu movie a nonstop action movies and went to bed afterwards, and found myself in this dream standing in the midst of enemies, ready for action, i fought them with those cool kung fu techniques little did i know i was fighting my furnitures, housewares, the worst part is that i woke up in the kitchen with broken utensils scattered all over the place.

 

Is there a Rehab for this kind of addiction??

 

Is there anyone who can help??

 

I fear watching Spider Man movies and wake up on my roof top…

 

Thanks for Reading my fellow writers and Readers.

 

Noelthepoetkenya.

 

To Readers & writers.

To Readers & writers.

As a writer sometimes i feel like I’ve been in many parts of this world, not really me but part of me has been out there, my words, the feelings i express through my words, and whenever i post my pieces on wordpress and other social media sites, and see people from all parts of the world viewing them and like what i write, i feel like I’ve met them already,like they know me already,

They say light travels faster than sound, to me i find words travel faster, having the Social Media as the Mode of transport…you can easily send them(words) to any part of the world. 

 

So to my fellow writers and readers out there, it was nice Meeting you. All those words you send to the world, we meet them everyday, Read them and learn more about you and the society you live in. 

 

Am Noelson from Kenya and it has always been a pleasure meeting you All. 

 

 

Thank you..