Knocking On Heaven's Door

#Knock. knock. knock 
#Knocking on heavens door 

I am knock, knock knock 
Knocking on heaven's door 

Heaven's gate are made of wood 
I have seen it 

I have seen it 
In my dreams 

On clouds 
Where creatures draw 

The heavens open 
And gave me a sneak peak 

Heaven's gate are made of wood 
I have touched it 

I have touched it 
On this earth 

I have touched it 
Each tree trunk that I tree hug 

With fruits I feed on 
As fruits of life 

I have touched it 
These heaven's doors 

Heaven's door are made of tree 
I have touched it

#Knock knock knock 
#Knocking on heaven's door 

#I am knock, knock, knock 
#Knocking on heaven's door 

Heaven's door is made of wind 
I have felt it 

I have felt it 
On my skin, my forehead 

In my arms 
Breezing through my hair 

With wings and flight 
Like the dove, as the dove

As breath I inhale  
As breath of life 

Heaven's door is made of wind 
I have felt it 

#Knock knock knock 
#Knocking on heaven's door 

#I am knock knock knock
#Knocking on heaven's door 

Heavens door is made of aqua 
I have been immersed in it 

I have been immersed in it 
Each drop, as rain drop 

Each taste to quench my thirst 
In my throat 

Each gush poured on my skin 
To bath me clean 

Each swim in rivers 
Lakes, valleys and seas 

Heaven's door is made of water 
I have been immersed in it 

#Knock knock knock 
#Knocking on heaven's door 

#I am knock, knock knock
#Knocking on heaven's door 

Heaven's door, heaven's gate 
Knocking on heaven's door 

I am knocking 
Knocking on heaven's door

A Voice in the wind

Their souls remain with you, oh kind heart

Your heart is where they reside, do not despair

Their love is your memory, hold on to it.

But tears are needed so strong

In these times to help settle agitated souls, 

Calm-down, calm down, the night will soon end

A candle in the wind, battling the gale force

Carrying whispers of a faint voice  

Calling calling, calling

That calls one out

Yet when you turn, there is no one present

It is a feeling, a sensation a sixth sense

A realization of knowing 

Someone was standing just behind you

That strange feeling

Hands on your shoulders

To comfort your weakened heart

Always and forever by your side

You will always and forever be loved

Mama says don't you worry son

Mama says every thing is going to be just fine

Take heart, 
My soul will be your guardian angel
And you will always feel my presence around you

Take heart


Written as condolence for a Friend

The Waiting Game

Rusted fingers on rusted arms 
Rusted ink on rusted paper 

Who is looking, watchers watch.

Allow occasion to present it self 
I have been waiting 

Like tables booked 
And to the restaurant 

A place reserved 
Some where by the window 

I have been waiting 
For so long so far in time 

That curb-webs have 
Bequested the spider 

To honor build on prime land
On fine prime real estate 

Strings pulled from left to right 
The cranes out and structures built 

Now a company kept with the curb-web 
We have both been waiting 

Waiting for all this time, longevity on parade
For time has joined the course on pause. 

We have been waiting 
Waiting waiting waiting 

Watching paint dry on this here wall 
We have been waiting 

Then suddenly a flush spark on light 
Sparkles twinkle and motion resolve  

Life is no longer on stand still 
The machinery of life is back on the wheel 

Rusted edges brushed off 
Oil in the joints and we are back in motion 

A man's war

Would the winds hold form

Seeing the rivers bloat 

Over fed by the hills 

At the start of the stream 

A little trickle 
A little trickle down it flows 

Is God, one known to favor 

And with selected preference 

To owe allegiance to man 

But not to all men 

To watch blindly as man 

Destroys another 

All in his name 
Martyrdom in his name 

They yell and scream "for your blessing"
His name before battle 

We fight for our God 
This is for the lord 

How is that to be explained 

I created all the universe 

Yet I can not win the hearts 

Of all men, not all men on my side 

This is man's war, all of it 

This is man's greed, all of it 

Masqueraded as a holy war 

A jihad, a crusade; this is man's war 

From the beginning of time 

This has all and always been man's war 

Yet with so little value on purpose 

Since we keep lying to ourselves 

That it is, anything but a man's war 

All of it, all the blood, all the pain 

No morality to fight for 

No course so great

And God wanders why 

And what to do with us 

Fighting the two thousand year war 
Just to destroy all that he created 

In his name 
This has always been man's war

God's Religion

If God made religion 
It would be like the air we breathe 

With no difference to the type 
And amount we breathe  

No class or grade no authority 
That will oppress the vulnerable 

No tags, or symbols 
Of affiliation to a clan 

Everyone will be equal 
With equal access  

No chosen ones, tribes 
No promise land 

Wherever you are on earth 
If God made religion 

 If man made religion 
It would be with difference 

Every few miles we travel
With lies and  it would demand we kill 

Kill for our difference, our privilege   
And in belief of our difference, our promises  

Structured to be with authority 
And oppress the minority and vulnerable 

In society, having no empathy 
For those different from us

More like politics, like politics  
Just like politics, made of man  

Thank God the religion he/she makes 
Is called spirituality 

Just like the air we breathe 
Free for all with direct access 

No third parties needed for access 
.#Philosophy #Spirituality #Religion 

If God made religion 
It would be just like everything else 

That God has made 
Free and natural  

Just the way God is 
Free and natural 

Loving to all 
In nature 

If God made religion 
God's religion 

Rising Star

Rising stars on the tip 
Of mountain stands 

Shooting across the heavens  
Light years away, I see phoenix 

And at night I can see the cosmos 
Read all the stars like horoscope  

Count all the constellations 
Until I fall asleep and travel 

Like a rising star 
Up in the mountain stands 

Across the landscape valleys 
Unto the ocean waves

Seeing the moon tip the sea 
Sparkling each wave  

If sight was made for anything 
It has to be just for this 

Rising star on the tip 
Of mountain stands 

I see the greatness in you 
The child that stands mounting hills 

Rising stars on the tip 
Of mountain stands 

Old Souls Second Chance

Now is the most illusive of times 
I might have just captured magic 

But like the winds that freely 
Sieves through my palm, fingers wide 

Before grip, I hold it as empty 
To have just missed the moment 

The magic, the awakening 
A paradigm of paths 

On cross roads eastbound 
Awaiting for forever and ever 

We are not descendants 
of old souls, buried and gone 

No, not that as the paths laid 
We are old souls reincarnated 

Taking traits of our old beings  
Our looks, our characters 

Our emotions on repeated play 
You remind me of your grandfather 

You are so much like your grandmother 
Looking just like your aunt, uncle Peter 

Now is the most illusive of times  
Magic moments that are rear to witness 

But somehow we get the opportunity 
All over again, a face time with now 

To witness the magic it holds 
Should my soul remember  

We have been here before 
Like deja vu, all over again, like deja vu 

The money issue; how rich are you

What is money
First put yours away 
Before I succeed in talking you 
Out of it, I might just do that, succeed  

What is money  
Such role play that stems as blood 
Running through our veins in capitalism 
Green eye monsters as slaves to its cause 

What is the value of money 
How do we define money 
Wealth as a subject of money, money. money 
What would you do for money, money, money 

Old friends some as new 
But all the same, made this acclamation 
I would give everything away for money 
For what is happiness without wealth and glamour 

So I ask, what is money, what is money 
Money, money, money 
Its a rich man's world they say
They sing and throw feast to celebrate 

Money is the compensation 
Event for time spent my time bought 
Anything worth our time in value 
We do not get compensated for, we get rewarded with 

Love, family, friendship 
And the list goes on and on and on 
For value is defined as essence 
And money has no essence only as a prelude  

If I am to break up a relationship
Friendship or for love any that matters 
The worse aspect always to me 
Is the time spent in making the memories 

Wasted memories. corrupted memories 
If by virtue of the broken chain 
I would have to do without such memories 
Which clogs up my memory banks 

This is why we are never satisfied 
With what we earn, insatiable appetite 
Unless we are passionate about 
What work we do 

And the reward is from that satisfaction 
Money is a compensation event 
Which in itself is a substitute compromise  
As a concession no compromise is as the true value 

Money is a means, through 
Passage path we walk on to journey 
Not an end, a facilitator to open doors  
Not the accomplishment never the accomplishment 

The very rich turn to philanthropy 
To attain a sense of true value 
Not compensated value 
To get that pure joy of soul satisfaction 

What is money again 
It is giving to Caesar what is Caesars 
But knowing Caesar is only getting a share 
After the fact, not as the fact 

Do not be a slave to the money man 
Follow the passion in you with dedication and strive  
And money would come as a by-product 
After the fact, being of Caesar's make 

Wealth and value is not money 
It is the uncompromising experience 
Of reward that satisfies the soul 
How rich are you 

What is money 
First put yours away 
Before I succeed in talking you out of it 
I might just do that succeed 

Mark 8:36 
What good is it for someone 
to gain the world 
yet forfeit his soul 

Bridges of Spiritualism

Religion as the bridge into spiritualism  

Two landmass and a river between 
A side we live-in another we aspire to connect to 

Religion is the bridge to cross on this river course 

Of which different architect, forms, design and make 

Some as wooden curved structures that stand 

Some as metal elaborate in design

Some as concrete firm and wide

Others with boats to sail across these aqua stand

Yet still on this river in parts where depths so shallow

One can venture a foot long, walk through

And yet to cross this river a sense of faith

As steps is required, do you believe 

For one cannot see in clear view 

Unto the banks of the river with all the 

Fog around and the winds that blow 

Threatening to throw one overboard 

It is so required for a medium to be picked 

In crossing over but do not swear to the bridge 

For it is only but a bridge, do not worship its stands 

And the men and women tasked to hold its grounds (special interest)

For it is not as the value 
Of the river bank on the other side 

Just the passage, where no one can 
Find divine awakening 

As it stand these bridges being of human make

Changes are made, as some required and some influenced

To modify these bridges, each care taker, gate keeper

And the tweaking changes they make to fit their notions  

As with familiarity, locality and proximity

We do patronize a given bridge of cause we do 

Though from time to time we question its integrity  

We find a need to use others when we come across them 

But do not worship any given bridge 

Nor the men that are tasked to hold guard

Appreciate it stands, as a passage path 

Knowing that once you cross any given bridge 

You will land on the banks of spiritualism 

Awareness, meditation, faith and prayers

Are currencies the gate keepers accept 

Evidence as a reflection of thy will

To cross their bridge you have to believe its hold 

Know each bridge, has culture and norms

And one has to obey them as allowance and respect

But do not become fanatic to the norms

And hold as true as the one and only course

Religion is the bridge over the river

Bridging t' gap between the mortal and spiritual world 
We wake, we have faith, we pray 
And walk the bridged road into 
A spiritual awakening 
On which bridge do you walk 

Lost sheep

Awakening is freedom from mental slavery
Chains that bind the mind in cuckoo land

Erased self awareness
Loosely defined phantom bells being rung

Awakening paranoia thoughts
Dislodged confidence locked midway

In the under belly of confusion
No physical hold can grip strong

The little bird in the cage paralyzed  
For even at the sight of open doors

Do not approach the drowning being
Determined to have her eruption of emotions

Sent into the whirlpool of madness
Insanity is a problem child running in circles

Who will not listen to reason
Though I feel sorry for the lost soul

She will have to find her way
Out of the wilderness wonderland

Before she can be saved
Before she can be saved

Awaken is freedom from mental slavery
She would have to find her way out

Before she can be saved
Before she can be saved 

The cries of mother

What a cold night, the smell of fear fills the air,

Even those afar off, sleep and stare,

Staying alert, watching out, ready to flee like a hare

Its a problem we all can't help but share.

The cries of mothers filling the streets,

Even the fathers have decided not to sit,

Our brothers are contributing their bits,

Our sisters we want to rescue from the evil pit

The evil ones with us have taken residence,

Their barbaric and destructive acts are now prevalent,

Further mishaps we are unable to prevent,

And so many lives everyday, we continually spend.

How much do we have to pay for their freedom,

How many souls to redeem our lost kingdom,

Or we are unconsciously treading the path of Sodom,

How we so pray for a miracle our way to come.

Suddenly the world is attentive to our plight,

To assist us they get on the next flight,

Their strength to combine with our might,

And together we will the enemy fight.

The blood of our girls  is to high a cost,

To redeem a cause we consider lost,

Dear Lord, please save us from this hell 

We pray you help #bringbackourgirls

Thank you,

John kuforiji

Bring back our girls

Were we born blind 
Did the night refuse to break 

Did the night refuse to break 
To see light in day, were we born blind 

Were our wings formed broken, clipped 
So from the bird's nest, birth we could never fly 

Who would we blame pointing fingers 
For the burns on our motherland, this time 

Watching on, as our sisters are rounded up 
Like a herd of cows huddled to be sold 

Who are we to blame for this curse 
That tortures tears from Mother's eyes 

When will we rise and truly take form 
No longer the weak with stories of greatness 

The Kings and Queens of this land as acclaimed 
Yet with cowardly acts, so little bravery bestowed  

Why are we so content with the burden of  pain 
To add to chains of hold back, locked up minds  

Will a hero come out of this land 
Not foreign again as rescuer, to the rescue  

Prepared to sacrifice, blood, sweat and tears 
And be true to the cause, a hero from this land  

Oh mother cries, tears, bring back my girls  
With so many of her daughters stolen 

And yet not a single son, takes stands 
Ready to bring back sanity to this land 

Who would cure the madness that grips this land 
Of false religion and politics and politics 

Sending mother's sons and daughters into 
The depth of insanity and inaction  

I hear mother's cry I feel her pain 
Bring back my girls 

Just bring back my girls  
Bring back my girls 

And I cry, bring back our girls 
Bring back our girls