SURU

No matter the sunshine or the rainfall 

beyond the clouds, the sky remains blue 

consistently giving us something to reach for; 

night or day, it remains true... 

not dependent on validation from the sun... 

patiently waiting for the second hand of time to arrive first, 

satisfying itself with the wetness of its beauty

 even as it thirsts to be seen... 

Yeah! We all want to be seen...

 The stage, the page, the big screen 

Yeah! We all want to be heard... 

The airwaves, the raves, yet I heard 

that seasons is cousins with time 

& that reasons and delays don't always rhyme...

 So, when you look on stage and see others mime

 their scripts written before time began 

remember this simple yoruba chime...

 suru... suru... suru... suru... suru 

keep penning those lines

 keep stringing that guitar 

keep digging that slime

 keep sending that feedback 

for before eternity, the cousins - time and season 

will definitely have a family reunion 

it wasn't beyond God to create everything we look on

 in a day, but he didn't for that would be cutting the ribbon 

before the house is finished... through wisdom

 a mansion is built with stitches 

 a mountain was moved by manjihid 

& your mantle will net its fishes 

Yet... wisdom is a descendant of time 

and shares the same surname with patience... Suru 

Selah... suru... 

Oh! hear the maturity in Suru 

the crossed-arm-"I'm-not-microwaving" 

"watch-my-flame-rise" chilling-mode of suru 

beckons on the endurers for purpose...

 As long as the earth remains 

seed time and harvest time will never refrain...

and the longer your harvest, the larger your gains -

farmers can share their pains...

 for under the sun, there is a time 

and its cousin (season) for everything 

a time to read about patience 

and a time to rid off impatience 

a time to court this truth 

& a time to marry Suru... 

for kings & queens shall suckle your offsprings

 if you'll only stay through your "patience-hood"

 Yeah! Long piece, I know... 

for those that never really got here

 for those hissing cos this piece bores your ear

 for those who delight in adulterous affairs 

 with shortcuts and fix-me-quick fairs

 you probably need a night or two 

in the painful arms of Suru...

YHWH IS HOME

Yeah, this right here is elementary poetry

 The ant is tiny... yet you can't miss its sting

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He is awesome beyond words and thoughts can capture

"Knowing Him" in itself is rapture 

He remains the busiest being in existence 

yet He's so easy to access you don't need "captchas"

He loves us despite our frailty & weakness

Has faith in us even when we doubt our fitness

His patience in transforming the sinner is amazing 

Fall a hundred times yet His grace'll keep bathing 

He understands that sometimes we

won't know what to pray for exactly 

& gives us the Holy Spirit 

As our perfect prayer party 

He offered us His love on a platter 

& even when we didn't know he was loving up 

He gave himself for the barter 

The trade couldn't be pulled off on earth 

So he drilled a highway through hades to Heaven's berth

He became The Way so that we might become trailers 

short clips of the big picture he's making for is in Heaven

"This life and later" 

For in dying daily we live in him eternally 

& in yielding our frailty, he proves He's mighty 

He's a righteous judge indeed 

But He's first a loving father to all in need 

& "in need" refers to all humans 

For who yet breathes oxygen & has no need? No man 

He's calling, no need to keep running 

Come home... Come home... forget people's philosophies 

For in the end we all stand alone 

Come home... YHWH is Home

FIREBALLS [PT I]

...the intergalactic nexus was instantly flooded with a holy blend of heat and shimmering brightness from the

approaching bolide... it's ripples danced under Balrog's flaky skin before he beheld its wrath... He had expected a surprise... but this was worse than severe... How Zion came up with war weapons would never cease to numb him... sometimes he actually wished he hadn't defected with Luciff... make that most times

...Meanwhile on Mt Carmel, 

Elijah, the audacious prophet, raised his hands in swelling confidence and hailed Yahweh... "That these minions will never forget your glory... I call on you Yahweh... Let your fire rain... let it rain till your reign is established in these stony hearts... reign till this stony hearts be melted... till no molecule of water remains on this altar... That the whole earth may know that you Yahweh are God alone... God all by yourself" 

Unknown to the potential witnesses of the impending debacle, the prophet's cries where orchestrated in tandem with the decimation in the dark realms... "Incoming...." Balrog screamed at his testy battalion... an uproar rose from the rear of his ranks... apparently the torrid waves from the bolide were sucking up demon sulphur before it even surfaced... Hades had never successfully developed an effective shield for any of Zion's weapons... Balrog wasn't ready to be numbered in the books of history, so he swung his wide ugly wings and gained escape velocity... 

Concealed behind the asteroid belts Raphael and his legion calmly awaited the fore-running duties of the riled bolide... How glorious the white waves... Tamimel, Zion's chief meta-scientist, had outdone himself again... Zion's Weapon Tech flourished daily with weapons of massive annihilation... thanks to Tamimel's unmatched discernment of the laws of creation... 

The burning bolide tore through the ranks of Balrog's battalion... sucking sulphur with magnetic passion for metal... demon scum flapped dehydrating wings... fluctuating chaos swept through the file in conjunction with their utter confusion... screams dried up in throats before they could be uttered... gleaming eyes of red gained void veneers in seconds... and the annihilation just got off fire... cutleries had not even been served yet 

"Decimate to eternity" Raphael screamed as he lifted the cloak and the intergalactic nexus shone with his legion's bedazzling lustre... glory set the asteroid belt ablaze... it was like a holiday in space... fireworks the size of warships...

THE UNTOLD NATIVITY STORY [PART IV]

Michael arrived at the sun and dove in… he arrived before the woman and bowed at the baby… 

“I have to take him now” 

“No” the woman shrieked… the pains of childbirth suddenly raining on her… 

“If you ever want to see him again” Michael stopped her short “You have to let me… else the dragon will kill him” 

The woman lifted her eyes and saw the dragon pull the host of heaven towards the sun despite the number that buffeted him. 

The woman reluctantly handed her baby over to Michael just as Ramaliel arrived with broad wings… 

“Ramaliel will guide you to earth where you will spend three years and one half years before your son is brought to you” Michael told the woman who observed that Ramaliel was a female angel. She received a bit of comfort from this knowledge. 

The baby snuggled close to Michael but kept staring at his mum. She reached out her forefinger and touched his cheeks… the baby smiled and the sun glowed a notch warmer… Then Michael took off with the baby travelling at lightning speed and Ramaliel dipped towards earth with the woman. 

By the time Michael set out for the abode of Jehovah… Raphael and Ariel had finished decimating the hordes and set out to end the reign of the dragon in the skies… while still struggling, the dragon saw Michael and Ramaliel go separate ways with wanted bundles… his confusion was compounded by the onslaughts of the host around him… 

He had no idea what hit him next… but he found himself spiraling uncontrollably down to earth… 

“Hallelujah” Raphael screamed “Hallelujah” the host echoed for eternity 

As the dragon landed on earth, the foundations of the planet juddered… he lay there in defeat breathing curses on earth and swearing to rip humanity to shreds before his time was done… then he lifted his head and saw the woman and Ramaliel fly far ahead… he screamed in rage… sulfur spewed forth till water soon followed… the fountains of Poseidon burst forth in him and he let it all out. 

As the raging waters pursued the woman and Ramaliel… the hungry desert opened up and swallowed every water drop until the dragon could spew no more venom… then the dragon crashed in devastation 

Several towns away… while shepherds watched their flock by night… the third legion of angels that had been waiting for the battle to be won broke through the cloud cluster and sang 

“Hosanna…Hosanna… Hosanna in the Highest” …On the front row Gabriel the archangel, screamed his lungs out in excitement… 

“Hosanna…Hosanna… Hosanna in the Highest… Blessed be the King of all creation ...The Lord Sovereign, born this day in Bethlehem… Hosanna, salvation has come and the grave shall be defeated… hosanna” 

Have Merry Christmas people… If you need Biblical reference for this story, read Revelations 12

Watch out for more Untold Scripts in 2014....

THE UNTOLD NATIVITY STORY [PART III]

… Michael saw the dragon retreat and understood what he was up to. He stuck his fore finger and thumb

under his tongue and whistled majestically to Jeniel. The whistle travelled through the ranks of heaven’s host like a light wave. Jeniel, the blonde haired angel didn’t need any special commands to know his cue.

 He swung his lasso with stainless Stagmantium hooks at the retreating dragon and pulled with holy venom. The dragon wailed in frustration as a quarter of its tail was dismembered… but the dragon didn’t care what injury he sustained… it would all be worth it when he laid his claws on the sinless child… 

The new born king wailed again, but it sounded like a giggle… His mother wrapped twinkling arms around him and wept in rapture at the beauty of the blessing. Indeterminate emotions swam through her sparkling form as she beheld God in her arms… she was oblivious of the carnage going on around her… all her mind could contain was the joy of having God wrap his little fingers around her pinkie 

Jeniel swung again… this time at the dragon’s wing… the dragon couldn’t ignore this anymore, especially with onslaughts ripping him apart from everywhere… weapons he didn’t even know existed (apparently invented since his eviction from heaven) ripped his igneous scales… if he continued without fending this off, he would never make it to the baby… 

This hesitation was another grave gaffe… in a trifling, Michael sped past him… headed to the mother and baby… the dragon opened his mouth to spew fiery sulphur but a seven-headed spear the size of a tower sank into his throat… Rephuel held on to the spindle of the rotating spear as the dragon thrashed… 

Meanwhile Raphael’s legion and Ariel’s battalion had the hordes surrounded… the horde ranks were filled with moans and woes and curses and spite… the demons cringed with hate at their one time brothers… deep within the demon ranks, beyond the view of the flaming angels… Balrog was building a contingency plan… 

Within a matter of eons, Balrog and a great number of demons broke through the lower guard of the angels and spiralled downwards towards earth… Ariel made to follow with his battalion but Raphael restrained him 

“Earth will suffer their rage for a time and half a time” Raphael said and then he heralded to the host surrounding the hordes “Now slaughter to the uttermost… let not one scum escape” 

“For the Lord Mighty in Battle” Ariel screamed and the host echoed for eternity “For the Lord Mighty in Battle” as they descended on the remaining hordes… this was decimation redefined…

The concluding part drops a few days before Christmas...

THE UNTOLD NATIVITY STORY [PART II]

… by the time the Dragon realized what had happened… his hordes were under heavy siege… he had been

led right into an ambush… he should have known…

He spun round in time to see a battalion of angels headed towards him in a blaze of glory… their swords drawn… Michael, the prince, led the attack. The dragon spewed forth burning sulphur as he flew to meet them. His move was anticipated because the battalion of angels parted in the middle… flying sideways and his flame of sulphur sped past the split battalion. 

He swung his tail to rip the split half to his right and spun his breath on the half to his left. As he spun his tail, the spikes cut through the magnetic flux field holding the constellation Orion together and the stars flew in every direction. 

This move was to his own detriment because the burning stars flamed through the ranks of his hordes already under attack by the angels. Shrieks of woe broke out in their lines. Ariel who led the battalion annihilating the horde rode the blazing trail of the Nebula, drawn sword slicing through demon slime… 

 “To the Lord Mighty in Battle” He screamed and the host with him returned the call “To the Lord Mighty in Battle” 

Behind the demon horde, the legion in the first cloud cluster led by the beautiful Raphael descended with such brightness that another string of shrieks broke out in the ranks of the dragon’s hordes… they were helmed in by light and the blazing stars spun amongst them… this was sure defeat. 

The Dragon was caught in between battling the battalion of angels attacking him from all angles… flying to the aid of his hordes… or attacking the woman who was close to birthing his nemesis. This moment of hesitation cost him more than he could ever bargain for… 

 Michael swooped under the dragon’s belly, swinging his sabre tooth claymore (about the size of a limousine), just as the woman screamed again. The claymore clanged as it hit igneous scales… split them and swept through fiery dragon flesh… 

The dragon shrieked and growled in anger, pain and confusion… he knew heaven’s host would be waiting but he never anticipated this onslaught. A 3-ton mallet slammed into his chest and the living sulphur was knocked out of him… Jahaziel the ebony angel repeated this motion and the dragon swung his wings in retreat. 

Every other thing could wait… “Get the child and they are at your mercy” he reminded himself… he retraced his flight path back to the sun… the woman screamed again… this time around it was long-drawn and ended in a fainting moan… 

 Then the dragon heard the sound… the wail of majesty… God’s cry in a baby’s voice… divinity in a mortal’s pant… the arrival of greatness… the birth of his nemesis… he swung his wings harder… he had to get to that child before anyone else…

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THE UNTOLD NATIVITY STORY [PART I]

A lone angel flew at lightning speed past the first cloud cluster with his sword drawn. His brazen chest was

about 4 ft. wide… a streak of light trailed him as he flew past the observer… He dipped low and disappeared behind a second cloud cluster. Instants later he slowed down in front of a legion of angels floating behind the cluster.

They were all broad chested and wore shiny bronze armour on their stainless white garbs. Their swords where all sheathed but they had their hands on the hilts. The combined glory of all their swords would have attracted unwanted notice, had they been drawn. 

“They approach” the lone angel, Ariel, told the leader of the legion… the leader was none other than Michael… the Prince of angels… third in command of heaven’s host… glorious in his gait and beautifully fierce 

“And the woman?” Michael asked in a soft stern voice 

“The legion guarding her is well hidden from the dragon’s view” Ariel reported 

“Let’s make Our Lord proud” Michael stared at all the angels stationed over the skies of Palestine. This was the most important mission of the age. Their master was about to be born as man and the dragon was aware of the plan by now. Their duty was to decimate the dragon’s horde… the first legion that Ariel had passed earlier on was stationed to protect the messiah and his mother… and there was a third legion – their mission, covet… 

Then the woman screamed in birth pangs… the clouds spun in response to her screams and she came into view. She was wrapped up with the sun which made her skin twinkle like galaxy cluster of stars. Her feet were spread apart by the moon’s radiance. Her arms and legs were covered in a shiny white garment…

Then the dragon arrived at the girth of the blazing sun… burning sulphur flowed forth from his nostrils as he raged. His hordes could not come near the heat of the sun… the few that attempted had their wings set ablaze and fluttered away. 

The woman screamed again and the dragon responded with a heart wrenching shriek, followed by a rumbling growl… it was obvious the dragon was waiting for the child to be born… his burning eyes mirrored the glare of the sun… oblivious of the legion of angels behind the thick cloud cluster just a few miles from the sun. 

Then a trumpet blast rent the sub-silence of the heavens… it was like a peeling thunder wrapped in a war cry… a storm roused by the fluttering wings of two legions of angels followed suit… and the dragon spun around in surprise…

The Untold Nativity Story continues... look out for Part II