HOME without LONE

Lu-chi lu-chi la-la
A sound of question seeking answers
Trying to paint for the world on this Canvass
"Lone" is just an unavoidable stanza.

You walked me through that deepest valley
Even through the darkest alley
You laid with me on my bed
You found your way around my head.

Your presence in me looks much a blessing
But I knew from start its all for my lesson
A self awareness of who I am and where I belong
Exploration of my self worth all along.

From count of noun to Thirty-five
Your tenses have made me fortified
Its true I've learnt a lot with you
But you are too good to be true.

I cried by Babylon's still river
I've been rescued from Zion by an Angel "Diva"
Even when you walked me I kept hope alive
To see beyond you and find destiny revived.

Tell "Lone" I've found my way home
Finally to a paradise of melodious tone
Zion's flowing blessings to my longing soul
A place I am made totally whole.

Bye to "Lone", I am home.

©yommybishop...... October 2016

SAVE the DATE.....

Soon the bells will jingle
Every human ear will tingle
The Celestial songs will be sang
The percussion will loudly bang
The timbres and brass will clap
Please save the lovely date in your heart.

Save the date,
Its a day that entertains no hate
A day that will be felt in all states.
A day beyond our calendar
The date that cannot be stopped by no barrister
Please save the date my young and beautiful sisters.

Its the day I will merry
The day we will receive our blessings
Our works will be gladly shown
Our fears away be thrown
Righteousness will be enlisted for the throne
Please, save the date on your own.

The bells will again jingle
There will be no time to mingle
Birds will sing sweetly
The heaven will open swiftly
Celestial songs will be heard
Brothers, save the date in your head.

Save the date so you won't be found wanting
Save the date, the hour is counting
Its the day of the good planter
A day beyond our calendar
The date of our Lord
The holy harvest written from above.

Don't be left behind
The date is near, the message is clear.

©Yommy Bishop... October 2016.
(Parable of the Date and Time)

LET ME TOUCH YOUR SOUL

Let me touch your soul
Let me drive deep and touch the walls of your hole
Let me touch you
In those places your fingers can't reach

Let me wipe you out
The hygiene that your teachers preached.

Let me touch your soul
Let me make you squint
And also make you groan
With your eyes half closed
This feelings is self imposed.

Let me touch your soul
Let me drive into you to and fro
Forget all your worries
Let me make love to your soul
As you stick the cotton bud in that ear hole.

©YommyBishop.... August 2016.

DARKEST HOUR

When night falls
And shadow comes along
When blue skies fade off
And dark cloud plays with the moon light curve.

The birds sing no more
The voice of the crickets take over the hall
The twinkling of the stars is gone
Its beauty is taken over by raging storm.

Heard the whistling of the breeze
As it sings along with the clapping of different trees
Heard finger taps of unmended roofs
As they play along to the seemingly night groove.

It looks all hope is lost, maybe the end has come
The night seems long, through all the trouble spots
Fear looms in the air, seems no one is there
And your holy screams just sound helpless in ears.

Never give up, there is a light that resides in you
It will take you through the darkest hour
It will give you strength and power.
That light is Christ, that light is ours.

#ActivateTheLight

©Yommy Bishop...... (The Preachers Son) 2016

KOKORO ÎLÊ GOGORO (Alawiye apa Sixteen)

Nigbâtí mo wa ni kêkêrê
Mo ma ñ yo lo si ílê gogoro
Lati rã kokoro fun a won
Aburo mi oloju kòkòrò.

Awon aburo mi á je kokoro
Won a senu roboto
Won a wa ma jo bi okoto.
Kokoro naa dun,
Mo ma n toju re sinu sòkòtò.

Ti a ba jê kokoro tan
A ma mu omi inu ìkòkò
A ma wa ma pa itan labê ígí ìrokò
Lè ba oko cocoa.

Baba mi ti lo si oko
Iya mi ti lo si odo
Ti won ba de lale
A ma lö din dódó.

Kehinde a ma soo
Nitori o je kokoro
Taiwo a ma joo
Nitori o feran ijo
Idowu ko so ododo
Nitori o je dodo iya oyinbo ati kokoro ile gogoro.

©Alagba Yommy Bishop

My first ever Yoruba piece. Inspired by Rita Oseyomon an Edo girl
("Kokoro" is an African Chin-chin from Abeokuta) while ("ile gogoro" is a tall house)

LOST to FIND

Have you seen her.?
She was the climax of creation
The grand finale of God's invention
A companion to her Adam
A "help meet" to help him fulfill destiny and achieve stardom
The rhythm that brings harmony to his sound
Without her, his music is noise all around.
She's the ark God built for him in the storm
She's his fortress and light in the dark
The element of his love and instrument of passion
She alone can spur him to action.

Have you seen her.?
The lady that purposed in her heart to be different
Her dressing is modest and her words are decent
Progressive is she, enough to be an entrepreneur
Ready to clothe her children
She eat not the bread of idleness.
Strength and honour are her clothing
Wisdom is dispensed from her inside
Kindness resides in her system
She sees her husband as her duty
And understands good character is beauty.

Have you seen her.?
The true lover and the real mother
Who understands what it takes to build a home
And the process in the beauty of Rome
A friend that understand too much loads break the wagon
Not putting a load of burden on her man
But ready to support him through every second
A woman that knows her responsibilities and believes in possibilities
She bridles her tongue and gives words of affirmation
She's contented and committed
She's not a manipulator but a motivator
Her husband calls her blessed.

Have you seen her.?
Not she who left the bedroom for a boardroom
Nor she who left the kitchen for a spa
But the lady that can create the balance
And sing with her king songs of life in stanzas
The Eve that won't allow her ambition compromise the marital institution
That will respect her Adam and won't see him as a competition.
She that knows the essence of a war room
Ready to pray for her home, families and her groom.

She was removed from him
That is why he was attracted to her
She's the softer clay side of him
His tenderness and that emotions he couldn't share
She's the peace in him that was never there
The missing rib that left his side hollow
The part that completes him
His strength and energy that wipes away his sorrow.
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Have you seen her.?
A friend and a true companion
Who kiss beyond the body
But passionately reach deeper to the soul
A Confidant that gives confidence
She who understands that sex last for a few minutes
But friendship last forever
She's a wife, she's a jewel
She's a virtuous woman.

(Have you seen her.?)

Yommy Bishop.
copyright© July 2016.

LAST NIGHT

Last night I cried
I cried over the rottenness of men
And the truth they cannot defend
For the cancerous decay in the flesh of our society
By the daily ejaculation of these evil philosophies
The philosophy that have been accepted and conceptualized
The demonic display that got us all hypnotized.
I cried for the pointless agendas that has invaded our calendars
The needful defenders that are gone till November
And the needless Avengers that are seen on arrival.

Last night I cried for the love we never made
And the reasons we slave through these social gates
Affection that has been long lost
Connection that was initially forced.
I cried for the rough and painful Penetration
That left the virgin with pain pleasure and blood
I wept for the atheist that believe in no God
For the bubbles that we burst and souls we daily lost
Through the nonchalance of our leaders
It all started like a joke with the military rulers.

Democracy came and made us crazy
Militancy started
We thought they are just creek boys that are lazy
It took a turn with the boko boys
Disguising to be a body of Islam with boko bombs
Flesh and blood daily seen everywhere
Same news we hear every year.
I cried for the souls we don't value
The security details our leaders couldn't handle
Same reasons we kept mourning and burning needless candles
Oh what a shame, what a debacle.
Now that the herdsmen are on a rampaging bloody display
I can assure you, this blood bath has been put on replay.

Last night I cried for our clergymen
Our Bishops and Imams who celebrates the illegalities of these greedy men
Men of honour, whose minds are full of horror
Political bastards, that steals our sovereign wealth with no conscience
What else can be compared to this socioeconomic nonsense
Yet our pastors refrain the truth
Just for the digits and money bags transferred to their boots
With their tithes and offerings they take covering
Leaving the poor congregation to a mass suffering
They brandish in their apparel like lords
Speaking in an arrogant and an unholy tongue
They pray for these men of evil
Yet they claim they cast out the devil
Twisting the truth embedded in the bible
Oh Lord save us from this religious riddle.

Last night I cried
I cried for the youth in this generation
That now believe in nothing but a painless penetration
Those that has taken up pleasure as a lifestyle
Not ready to work but sag, twerk and act the gangster
The ones that believe there's no job better than a blow job
And will do anything immoral to get to the top.
I cried for morals that has been eroded
The walk to stardom that made them deluded
I cried for youth on twitter throwing banters
They live a life of no meaningful stanzas.
I cried for the baby mama's
That did the wrong thing to climb the ladder
And the baby papa's that forgot the law of karma.

Last night I cried for me
I cried for you
I cried for a future that looks never to be true
While we still hoping in the freshness of the morning dew
Last night might be my last night
The night I will masturbate with pain
And ejaculate these words of truth
But someday i pray i will enjoy a safe penetration
That requires no noisy altercation.
A penetration into the political class of my generation
Hoping this will happen without a Revolution.

©Yommybishop.....31st May 2016.