Life’s Path

Life’s path I thread
Leads me where ?
This no question I possess
Obviously I do not determine.
Yet my pulses rise like tides
Whirling through my veins
Clothed in lousiness and finesse
Do we ever rest ?
Why do we travel ? where?
The path holds an end, sure.
The stresses and victories
Are we victors or victims ?
Comfort sucks life
Thorns dare promise light
I stagger through this irony
Drunk on the wine of faith
Drenched in sin’s stench.
I can’t pretend. I’m no saint.
I can’t relent.
I am a firm believer in fate.
Something you do not know
Should you believe ?
A bizarre requirement of faith.
Love owns all but has no place.

Feb. 2022

Tell Your Story

Tell your story
It is not far from you
within the walls of your heart
it’s beginning and it paths lie
Reach in and touch your pain
See it coil out of shyness
Hold out your arms wide open
For a warm hug and then whisper
That you remain grateful
For it being a part
of your story

Hold out your joys and graces
Give them kisses and caresses
Share with them your smiles
Watch as they glow in pride
You may take them on a date
Let out gratitude and praise
As they remain quick come in
after all of life’s challenges

Mention your hopes
Give shoutouts to your fears
Tag your stars and your doubts
Celebrate your laughs
Hold close your cries
Tell your story
It is not far from you
within the walls of your heart
It’s beginning and it’s paths, lie.

July.21

*Close Calls*

Stagger to tumbles

Tumbles turn little falls

Falls far from favour

Favour from fetish fools

Fools drunken in wisdom

Wisdom of godly ancestors

Ancestors, pour to us glory

Glory from the grey of your ages

Ages lived underneath footsteps

Footsteps of the helpless

Helpless indeed are we

We pray thee, come closer

Closer with your wisdom

Wisdom we vainly seek

Stagger to tumble

Tumble then fall

So thy favour will fall

Close to us

Oh fools drunken in wisdom

We pray thee !!

*《 Lansah Lawrence 》*

Sept. 2018.

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*DROPS*

 

Fallen leaflets
Holding​ on to dying hope
Over hostile marbles
Dead stalks.

Green
Giving way
To brown:
Decay.
A pleaser for life’s frown.

Falling hopes
Gives ways for rising dirges
Console is silent foam.
Deepened trenches.

©Lansah Lawrence
June 29, 2017.
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*DEEN*

In your bossom
Lies the beauty
Of unity of the Maker
And peace for mankind.

You are the beacon
That sparkles hope
So we may climb the rope
Our Creator dropped so we may find our way back home.

In your eyes lies the light
That guides us on life’s path.
So we may not stray
In the wilderness of shaitan’s whispers.

Oh Islam, how beautiful you are !
Amidst scorn from the ignorant
Your rays continue to widen it’s embrace.
In you lies for man, Grace!!

Beacon of peace
Herald of harmony !!

© Lansah Lawrence
June 18, 2017.
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*FOIL*

Tredding thin threads of trust
Miming words of caution
The believer travels the rope
Hanging above sharp steel
Of drowning streched arms
Into viscous valleys​ of foil.

The fall speaks tales of flaws
Buried under the foam of kinship
Must tiny sparkles spread latter
Across laden foam of thickened blood ?

The fall speaks tales of broken ties
Tired of nursing the wounds
Time does create between kinsmen.
The believer shall not fall.
Lest water lays beneath blood.
© Lansah Lawrence
May,2017.
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*Vain Size*

The silence of the tree
Is steady growth. No need
To groan so all do know
It’s root tighter now holds.

The voice of the drum
Travels far. Not by its size
But the melody of its tune.
The grain holds an atom’s might.
Yet in it lies multitudes
Of man’s grace. No food is shame.

Greatness lies in might.
Take heed not of size.

© Lansah Lawrence
Feb. 2017
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*Marooned*

 

On the island of love
I feel lost in wilderness
Of everlasting happiness.

Stranded.
Amidst shrubs and torns
That prick reminders of my flaws
I feel the guilt of Adam in Eden.

Shaken:
I feel the branches of Everest trees
Pointing cold fingers of blame
At my lame plea for forgiveness.

In doubt,
Do I remain marooned
Waiting for your ship.
Take me back home: your arms.

Send me a rescue, Oh Love
So I sail back to your heart.

©Lansah Lawrence
Feb. 2017
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*Few Falls*

 

The sun peeps
Spreading glimpses of hope
Love speaks
The blind gain not from both.

Take a step
Fall deep down the drains.
The hurt
Is a mirror of your gains.

Console
The heart is heavy
Control
The cries repel tragedy.

Bruises hold tales of success.
Few falls are steps.Take the next.

©Lansah Lawrence
Feb. 2017
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*Cold Winds*

When all cool winds blow down the south
Cracking northen lips long enough
Savannah trees have become bare
Time is nigh for the breaking dawn

The call is loud
Listen!
Time has changed
Move!

The tales of the traveler
Are reminders of strive.
They hold his chest of pride.
Sweat is bitter yet bores sweet.
Cool winds carry comfort
Deep sleep tickle dreams.

When the wind passes
Wake to live the dreams.

© Lansah Lawrence
Feb. 2017
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