Salvation Rhyme

Rhyme is defined as the repetition of similar sound

but every iota of rhyme i uttered was the repetition of my flesh

trailing on the ground of my newly found poetic sound background

never knew i needed to start afresh

twinkle twinkle little stars

how i wonder what you are

up above the world so high

like a diamond in the sky

i grew up a singer, a dancer,a preachers son

i grew up a fighter, i grew up finer

but because i was a minor, i was blinded to the fact i grew up a sinner

what i knew was to sprinkle sprinkle little lies

never listen to mums advice

always want to compromise

like a chameleon in disguise

for when i was a child, i spoke like a child

understanding not what he passed through to craft the words i spake… this is not flakes

but i enjoyed every bit of words and rhyme i digested; dancing as though i was free from falling

then a strange poetic tune began percolating into my soul
my head got ached, my flesh got baked by a nail and a hammer

my whole body got plagued.. experiencing the first miracle of sweat turning into blood

i thought i saw freedom from afar, but it was vague

what clothed my face was the excruciating rhyme that had reshaped my diction

it escalated to becoming an affliction, addiction, this is no fiction but what i needed to my rhyme to gain VISION was the GRACE that came through the CRUCIFIXION

my head my shoulder my knees my toe

My head!, my shoulder! my knees! my toe

my head my shoulder my knees my toe

they all belong to …………..

i remained silent coz what this part of my body belonged to was to

a good looking uninviting rhyme called SIN.. eww! its so sour like a lime

One two, buckle my shoes, out of the blues he knotted my screws

three four, knock at the door of my life and restore

five six, pick up sticks, made them flick on the crucifix

seven eight, lay them straight, (laid them straight) x3 and was crucified

nine ten a big fat hen, a big fat hen! no but a big fat lamb was slaughtered for my big fat sin

on eleven, twelve he gave the law writing them on the tabloid of my heart

But My 100 billion nerve cells could not comprehend His Reasoning;

neither could my 206 Bones tell the rhythm that Bruised his bones

Even when my hippocampus tries to remember, it only shows “The end”

Even when i live up to 120 years, I’m too young to know the amount of the loan

he loaned me when he died paying the debt all alone

My heart got shut; i could not **** breath

But never realized his last *** breath was ‘it is finished’

My limbs and my ribs got offered a bid of 10,000 shots

i called 911 to come to my rescue but dint realized i was too short

i was short of his glory

My five sense organ got disabled to see, feel, taste, smell nor hear.

the only thing i could see was my flaws on the floor of the Law

the only thing i could feel was the breath of life turning into breath of strife

just because i did not turn my self in to go under God’s knife

the only thing i could taste was the manner prepared by my flesh with the banner “Mind your Manners!”

what manner of Man he his who came to change my manner with a nail and a hammer

But theologically speaking, he gave himself in that my Biology

could match his genealogy to reflect in my ecology

then my ideology changed

even philosophy could not change the methodology that equation Believe x Christ = everlasting life coz when you believe Christ you’ll have everlasting life


Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb

Mary had a little lamb its fleece was white as snow

and every where that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went

every where that Mary went the lamb was sure to go

but this time the lamb decided not to follow Mary to wherever she goes

or fulfill the nursery rhyme that had been inscribed like ‘mother goose’

instead the lamb willingly died and was set loose

to set us free from the hideous rhyme that tasted as sour as a lime juice


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