Reginaldo Emele

The rain is cold Dripping hard on me My heart as hard as stone Every passer-by looking at me as a deranged fit Probably a glance or two; maybe more I hold my head tightly; my voice growing boisterously as the pain increases I can feel my mind tearing apart I am uncertain whether to be in tears or in indignation The more uncertain, the more blurry i see My heart pounding harder by the second What do i do? Helpless i was, helpless i am What world am i in in the world that i see My being far away from me Who am i right now? This question keeps accompanying me till i faint in the cuddle of distress

"But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble." James 4:6 KJV In all the translations, the word 'grace' was mentioned in all except GOD'S WORD and CEV   translation. Among the translations: the NIV, ESV , BSB, NKJV, KJB, ISV, NHEB, Aramaic Bible in plain English, AKJV, ASV, DBT, ERV, WBT, WEB emphasized 'More grace' in the beginning of the sentences of the verse. While other translations such as YLT, DB, JB 2000, NAS 1977, NET Bible, HCS Bible, CSB, NASB, BLB emphasized 'greater grace'. Meditating on these verse, the 'more grace' and ' greater grace' lays emphasis on the word humility. The writer stresses the importance God places highly on humility. It was through humility God  condescendingly created mankind and give them free will. I have a question: Why would God create something that he knows would eventually go against him but still sacrificed his own dear son to...

Life is a never ending flow of pain and sorrow A consequence of our fights and myths When harmony tries to blend We fight to the end, to flow in an unforgiving essence of cynicism Life is meant to be a flow from strife to harmony But sadly, from strife to strife What to do? But to flow in strife to attain the heights can that ever be achieved Then you can see harmony.                                                                             

A walk in the twilight; the genius to the morning My legs heavy like i am walking on the wet sands of the shore I hear birds chirp, sing, and flap their wings I see no one, only a faint shadow of my glory The ground cannot be seen to know where i tread My heart hardens as i tread along the more slowly by the minute Suddenly, a tear drips down to ground from my tiny, little eyes to realise my steps have been all wrong The sensation of bitterness beginning to engulf my being to replace my within Can this be possible? Is this believable? But it is happening before my tiny, little eyes you see My being is been torn apart to be replaced by a feeling i do not know What a strife! What a life!! Is this a waste or am i a wasteland? The sun finally shines and then i can now see That i have been walking in the mud all this while Where did go wrong in my steps? What shall i do now?

I stand at the front of a big tree Looking down upon dead leaves on my feet and around me, being blown away by the wind Everywhere is summer but deep in my heart is winter The hot wind blows My mind dark and cold My worth dissipating Denigration settling in his new home Lying comfortably on the sofa Freely divulging shots of terror without measure as the clouds passes by Always on the dark side of the moon The feeling that i had never seen the light Where possible is enough to fortify and magnify Where life is what we see in our hearts To create what we envision Now i stand in front of the big tree with a cord in hand Looking everywhere for signs of life; wishing a scream would tear my soul apart I now smile with the flavour of mockery And walk away in my fits of dark poetry

Ever astounding in beauty Never fading in smiles of glory Always shinning beautifully in the shade There is nothing more special than an ever continuous flow of natural beauty streaming from eternity through your glory A novel that has no end; that is what i love to read till my day's end Playing with you is like playing in the sun It looks to me sometimes that you stole the sun's glory or likely your glory and the sun's are in total equality Oh! a cuddling grace of pure beauty How can i see you again? When can i see all the various colours of beauty of nature in you All i can do now is imagine To flow with your beauty that springs eternity

It is a gory life A life full of mishaps, illusions ,dead ends These maladies try to turn me into malady I am lost and gone; sawn and screaming Love stares me at the face, yet it goes away I am not true to my dreams, yet i move ahead a little An asphyxiated arm tries to draw me back to a place i dread I hate pain but yet pain embraces me in it's entirety It seems evidently i am epitome of pain itself Tears slips through my face slowly; my eyes ever glimmering This is stupidity i say If life do not make sense to me, then i do not make sense at all Why! why these thoughts?! This is madness!