Empire Kreate

Genre: Poetry Title: Storms Within My Spirit Author: John King Ayanfe © In today, i go back to yesterdays That yesterdays whence my lips kiss mics Truly, my fingers cause drums rumblings A charger to the lips which pray A voice which pierce the hearts for repentance One occupied with the activities in heaven Now a prodigal son without repentance Far from the gathering wherein salvation dances Dancing to the beats of life's challenges After chief hosts of altars spelt wrongly Converting celestial activities to financial enterprises Thwarting dreamers' dreams, salvation and elevation Preachers of salvation, yet givers of shackles Preachers of salvation, they yet need salvation Lovers of money and women; demonic preachers They murdered my spunk - they buried my drive Our leader has solo in worship and prayers Son of Spirit still connected; aroused by THE WORD For me is a battle of spirit and flesh Oh wretched flesh with a willing spirit Who wil fathom the storms within...

Genre: Poesy Title: Nude Attire Author: John King Ayanfe © Behold, attires covering secrets of nudity Attires laying betwixt cheap and expensive costs Thus, nudity is first an attire for all However, man is nude before life and death Certain times be when humans love to forsake their status Nudity becomes the priest of the mind, oh A room to bath - a room for sexual stance Yet man's stance before man is to rule man The rich wear the attire of gathered riches The poor wear the attire of gathered lamentations Fashion?! Fashion is a new trend of insanity Greatly elevated with portraits of nudity Are we not all nude before shadow and birds Before the vultures of hidden places; pathetic sarcasm Aren't we clowns scaring clowns amid clowns Oppressive intimidation - heartless wreckings - lovely hatred Those on expensive attires pew on high tables Those on rags are fed crumbs outside the gate But death feeds on all as supreme parasite Aren't we equal irrespective of stat...