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My heart merry

whence afterwards have I,
read of the Psalms of Adelere Adesina
of which he wrote in his book, "The Accounts:"
for as to say of His goodness and deed
of judgment — yet as it, of angry fury
against holy sinners and sincere faithfuls.
for, God has it that He has made you
to be one as an unrare feathers of an unmade
eagle. and in His everlasting deed has He
resolved puzzles yet unreal to the eye
that He has...bestowed unto you grace to
honour, and honour to glory even
to his Holy Unforbidden name and excellence.

If I revere you not,
not as God yet, am I as though
fools who know not talent,
and treasure even has thou hast?
yet am I, not as they, but as one
of the pools of fire, even as it roam
in whirlpools of snow...that I cherish what
it is, that I have seen, that I have read...
and wouldst I not acknowledge you, Oh Lord,
for your grace and Understanding that
man whom you have it bestowed it upon
make use if it to thy Holy name?
ye am I, oh Lord, but a vessel, willing
for thy honour, not unto dishonour.

And to thee Oh Lord God,
whom with word hast made what words wouldn't
and what eyes wouldn't believe to what seen it
and, to thee is my praise, that with this vessel
hast The Accounts a message for this
terrestrial dungeon as of Pleased Hell
until the plays come to a final end;
oh yea is this Account for the dust, yea undead,
till the terrestrials play of earth halts a final end.
and oh Lord, yea am I a vessel
whence afterwards have I,
that even you  that you have made me
in thy mercy with a purpose, as though unveil
but needest I not, a push to forward?
I need of thee, ev'ry hour, oh Lord my God.

"words from the innocent mind"
Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Philip Peace


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For Ikeoluwa.

I have sailed in the ocean — on
your body's warm drenched spot axis,
and i have felt the touch of your
freezing burning hands and cold words:
you said some soft words gently in
my ear on a cold night. and my
body is a tree, it rustles
when winds beat. winds like your mutters.

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tired bed, calling me to sleep.

Slowly, this pace beats rapidly
like a running fire. and i'm
burning coldly on a meet with
your whitish round thorax muscle.
glorious! your body is a bike
and i'm good at riding roughly.
slide and glide, make a symphony
of our salvation on this cold night.

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