How I contest the times

1. I hold unto this truth, that one's family is the most precious community he has or belongs to.
2. I feel like worrying much about the future is a good thing, except when your worries start to make the future eternal.
3. Patience is the most valuable of all traits, as it allows you to see further and to know more.
4. The moral authority in life isn't simply an allegiance to faith or an idea, and then believing in the eventual influence in your actions; but necessarily how you manage to manage yourself while in that belief.
5. There is no such thing as justice when you are not the designer of the law.
6. There is no such thing as friendship amongst men, especially when one still hasn't forgotten that his friends are not his brothers.
7. The beauty of making friendships is that it teaches you how to sort out the followers and leaders of the world.
8. There are so many few things that good make me feel better than a nice quarters in my house, a couple of nicely bred dogs, my pen, a paper, and a simple wife who wants to always join me in my quarters; even when I don't want her to.
9. It is outrageous to me when one commits me and then I discover that they've always been unsure.
10. I am certain that the coolest wife would always have a dress that has lily prints in her wardrobe.
11. The sexiest thing about a girl is when she is confident and knows how to rest her divine curves.
12. I could always fall for a woman who has nice and shapely feet. I feel as though how one puts their weight upon the earth is the same as how one lays their backs upon the sheets.
13. There is no such thing as destiny. It only exists after you are not. what good could that possibly do for you?
14. The irony of life is that the weak are quick to take a stride and measure the mile, whilst the strong mostly take steps that measure in miles.
15. The beauty in time is that one eventually recognizes the power of the mind.
16. It is always humbling to me when my mother reminds me that I am her son.
17. I will never trade the love of my mother for anything except the love of the memory of her.
18. I love being alive.
19. There is a God. This is why all natural things or circumstances are always in a state of balance in terms of Physics.
20. One cannot go about distrusting everyone. But I can tell you that when you know someone, you must have to distrust them a little.
21. Those who are there only when they are present are those who are forever in your memory.
22.I love to eat. I like a plate of meats, a little little veggie corner, cracking bread, a glass of wine, a beautiful at the table, and the prospects that lay thereafter.
23. There is no such thing as democracy. It is only for those who know that they are to be governed and can do nothing about it.
24. The power of the mind is in the effect of everyday.
25. My justice will come on the day when men would simply love those who had loved them before forever.

Character and the Moral outcome

Character is a very critical aspect of one’s nature. It is my conviction that character is the basis of most if not all eventualities, and that character is also the maker of strong relationships regardless of which kind of connection. Some have defined character as an aggregate of features and traits that form the individual nature of a person. I agree with this general definition, however, I believe that character is bizarrely more personal and unique than it is defined.
My appreciation of character is not nearly truthful if I was to solely depend on the general defined meaning of the word. Thus, after considering those factors that are combined to fulfill the ordinary reader’s understanding of the word character, which include: honesty, courage, integrity, honor, and many other peculiar qualities or behaviors typically associated with character, I have humbly chosen to elaborate on the word myself, but with a reflective association to myself as an individual, and to those things that I have considered, and decided to make major factors in the contribution toward a good and solid character.
Character to me is personal action. I believe that action is the foundation of all success. Hence, a person prone to acting when needed is most likely to be of solid character. Character is also good management, and I must note, that a good character that reflects management must be accompanied by the quality of indomitable will.
Good character must involve doing things right, demonstrating leadership in doing the right things, and also believing that one’s mind can achieve all endeavors. Noting that some things are naturally difficult, or defined as impossible, good character in this circumstance would stem from a person’s determination in completing their tasks, and maintaining their responsibilities. Character must also be consistent, and very committed to principle and moral right.
In fact, character is all these things I have mentioned, and the following but vital factors, that combine to form a solid character in my opinion, with which I relate: A character must be inventing, experimenting, growing, and taking relevant risks toward a better social attitude, or communal standing. A good character person must be of inoffensive self-esteem and considerate of friendships. A person with a good and distinct character should consider his intellect unequal to his personal principle of life (Character). Character is respect of the old and of the new, character is simply respect, and good character cannot be without faith in things, mutuality in one’s relationship with his own thoughts, and finally, character must be enthusiastic of all circumstances. In all humbleness, I conclude by saying, that character is the basis of most eventualities.

Why I thought Obama was a good presidential candidate

This is my thought. I have considered several ways of understanding as I wonder why Barrack Obama seemingly is, if not certainly, the best presidential candidate there is in the election 2008 race. After exploiting the dynamics of the publicly presented records of candidates, the structure of their private lives and family, how much education and experience gathered, and what core social dynamics may relate, or hold relevant to all candidates, I came to this reasoning as to why Barrack is probably the best candidate there is.
However, my reasoning is conditioned such that, I must indeed create a relation to Barrack in order to convey a salient presentation of my thought, or rather, a subtle academic argument on why Barrack should be the man to take us into the 21st century safely. In my humble attempt to justify my inclination on the thought of an Obama presidency, I stumbled upon the word “character”, which through its definition, I was able to trace some reasons why many positives, and dramatic trends in the election 2008 contest are associated with Obama.
To be able to choose a president that would take us into the “Next Wave” of politics (socio-economically, socio-politically, geo-politically, culturally, especially, generally), it is vital that we are able to have a perception, an assessment, or distinct understanding of what could be that person’s character, before even making them the foremost of our considerations. As for me, I have chosen to follow comments made by Obama in his speeches, and events that he has participated in, in order to come close to meeting him in person, or more effectively, in order to grasp the political logics that govern his political morality.
Barrack seems to have always held positions that were opposing to most of the chaos that we witness today in our governmental organizations. He also seems to have always argued against the ruling majority, and sometimes, mostly against a popular elitist method of political logic. These two particular realizations puzzled me, especially because, though Barrack hasn’t always been successful or been a finisher of good endeavors, though he has managed to constantly be on the side that best reflects the human circumstance of the time in every way, somehow, some people manage to emphasize a lack of experience on his part.
Character, being an aggregate of features and traits that form the individual nature of some person, can be found imprinted on the political path of Barrack Obama. He started by diving into defending the civil rights of those for whom his services were worthwhile, he refused, criticized, and denied the necessity and relevance of NAFTA when it was necessary to have the foresight, he called for no authorization for war in Iraq, he implies his understanding of the masses through his “be able to afford” health care policy, and many more. Briefly, I suggest we all read the speeches, and works of Obama, just so that we know better, the man who might take us deeper into the 21st century.

If Time did not Exist

If Time did not exist, Love would invent it. Love knows no time: it has no set schedule, no agenda, nor calendar. It makes no appointment, keeps no time. Love is – always! Love makes no excuses, requires none, has none. Love is a criminal without an alibi!

Love is being there. It is – there! It knows no distance; it abhors distance, allows no space. If anything, Love is closeness. Love cannot be anywhere but there, because, it is compelled. A powerful inner force that cannot be stopped from being there: Love. Love lures, it cajoles, it compels, it commands, it demands to be – There! Home. Wherever the Heart is, that is home. And, Home is a destination, not a get-away, a place to come to and not to visit. The Heart comes home, at any time, in any weather, in any condition.

Love does not deny access. On the contrary, it gladly and freely grants it. Love is access. Love opens up all of its doors to the soul. It is a sincere invitation, a joyous feast, then a royal coronation. Love is a celebration of freedom! Secure in its sovereignty, proud of its kingdom, it shamelessly bares all and the party begins. Love fears nothing, hides nothing, and hides from nothing. The true measure of love is the extent to which we allow someone into our lives and the joy we feel in doing so. There is no love that is restrictive. Love welcomes: it does not ban.

Love is effortless. It requires no labor. It is not a task: it is a state of being. Love makes no effort to please, to make happy: it itself is pleasure; it itself is happiness. There is no labor in love, nor is time lost. Love is ease and it is easy.

Love is irrational. Mathematics is rational. Love does not measure, it does not count, calculate, nor weigh. It does not even think. It is a poor accountant. Mathematically speaking then, Love is a zero-sum proposition. For, Love is the Heart in action, not the Mind in inaction: it is the Heart fully engaged, not the Mind fully disengaged.

Love is not resistance: it is not guerilla warfare, it is not hit and run, it is not hide and seek. Love does not wish to be sought out and frisked, it rather seeks to be found, embraced and fondled. Love does not arm itself, create facades and ruses, build a bunker and put up barriers and obstacles. On the contrary, Love is a removal of barriers and obstacles. Love does not resist: It trusts, it accepts, it surrenders, it admits. It wins. Love is a peaceful and willful capitulation of one’s ego for a greater good, not a proving ground for one’s freedom and independence. . For that, there are other arenas.

Love does not hurt. It seeks ways to prevent hurt. And, when there is hurt, Love hurts. Love is the most selfish and also most sublime of all egoisms. It never acts against itself. It is one thing to love till it hurts, quite another to love to hurt

Love is full-throttle generosity. Love gives all and saves nothing much less seek gains. Its generosity is its gain. It consumes itself, it enjoys itself, it is its own means and its own end. Love is the moment, that momentous event when both means and ends meet in a wholesome union and the Heart happily says Yes and all of life is affirmed as Grand!
Love is not toxic. It does not fill us with feelings of pain, despair, disgust, mistrust, resentment, anger, inadequacy and guilt. It does not fill us with pangs of hunger, of thirst, of emptiness and longing. On the contrary, it fills us up. Love is not a lack: it is overabundance. It is not famine but feast. It is not a death but a rebirth. Love s the healthiest of all emotions, not the sickliest. Love is a healer, not a killer. Love pampers: it makes us feel warm, safe, protected, and cuddly in its life-affirming womb. Love creates us anew, not merely destroy what is old in us. Love rejuvenates our soul: It regenerates our spirit. We are not numb, dumb, deaf or blind in Love. On the contrary, all the senses are live and alive! In Love, we live!

. Love is straightforward and honest. There is nothing twisted about love. It tells the truth. It says yes. It says I do; it says I can. It is pure, clean, and clear, even when it stinks. Love has integrity: this is what I am, this is my crime, you can go to hell, it tells the judge. It shows all, it tells all: it has nothing to hide. Love has a simple goal: it wants to be identified, discovered, caught, handcuffed and put in jail. And then, vindicated and set free. Love has no doubts about its innocence! Love has the self-assurance and bravado of a fool or a child. And the disarming power!

Love is a Yes! And, I say yes. What do you say?
E Arrey

A poetic Testimony

Aha!

Sincerity she spoke
stoutly, with tender intensity
Unproven at the time
Almost certain, the portrait she painted
Beautifully, I fell
I was in love.
Summers passed
each winter, more study; wonder
Sincerity, now uncertainty
Tall, without depth
Faint, the portrait I mean
Exhaustedly, retreat began
I was confused.
Foul, time had become
surely, our mistake it was
these things, people say lasts
Aha! This time, it did not.
I was in love.

Edmond Agbor Arrey

A Step Into

Our first light; the best light
A time of true balance.
Every twitch, bristle or shake,
Godly powers, mold a new life.
Each mold flurries into its own beauty
Steps that are doomed to be lonely.
Since no beginning is the same
Thus lights like time must differ.
Twelve pm and one pm: different aye?
Justifiable therefore is our tendency
Predestined it is I believe.
When we seek, we dream
Some similar yet unique
No dream thus-far is the same
Because each step is a loner.
Blame yourself no further,
They and you are what you can be
Equal in expectation
Still no result will level
These steps into ...
Edmond Agbor Arrey

American America

With Her eyes, she sees beyond
with Her mouth, she speaks peace
with Her touch, absolute resolve
Oh! Great mother of promise.
In Her promise, a child's ambition leaps
Her strength, national realism evoked
Her sympathy, nations alike strengthen.
Oh! Great Mother of blessings.
Power, she uses justly
Excess, she shares indiscreetly
Space, she accommodates selflessly
Riches, she proposes to all.
Oh! Great Mother of compassion.
With America, cowards are the courageous
With America, in-ambition becomes determination
With America, frailty we overcome,
Oh! Mother of Lincoln, Martin Luther and Washington
Your beauty is beyond.

Edmond Agbor Arrey

Beast Of Conscience

Great men, and grand women, great people,
A Great generation we say. What acclamation?
Our kind, their own, our friend,
Our enemy’s too; our values. Man,
The conscious beast.

Rape! Reason, war! Defense,
Discrimination! Orientation, Race! Extremism,
Slavery! Trade, Holocaust! Religion.
Divorce! Mismatch, Prostitution! Living,
Man, beast of conscience.

All excused, all defined.
Yet in our manliness, our beast is sheltered.
It is by the virtues of our own culture,
that those beasts are beasts. How then can we,
as designators of living categories be anymore moral?
For our conscience is our reason, true leverage
of a beast over beasts.
Edmond Agbor Arrey


Born By My Mother

Brandished with the best of beginnings,
My mother has loved me once.
Molded in the covers of motherliness,
A few but many things, I have missed.
Mistake not my protest for ungratefulness,
But aye, realize my tardy plight.
If mother had only been unjustly just,
My naivety, I would have overcome gone.
If mother had only cautioned but sterner,
These unpleasantness would cause me.
Well, childhood was to me like a reign,
Caesar, in his mothers chariot,
Where wars; waived for ladylike respect,
Now fought in the shadows of manhood.
Truly, I wish I was lesser,
Lesser than my mother thought wise.
Now see the fruit of motherly kindness,
Ah! What a Caesar I will be.
Edmond Agbor Arrey

Cast

You were born alone
That day and moment in that room
Yes alone, and you cried alone
The first time you became a person.
The way we come is unique but vital
For men breathe only for themselves
Through friends, family and unions
The ultimate peace is made with you.
I wonder why we worry anyway
Of days when we stand alone
For you were cast so will you be
A style born in eternity.
Jesus came and left the same
With nothing he left alone
Yet memories are of a single man
Not men that he came to love and Him
I wish we knew the start of things
So together we could come again
Well sadly you are already here alone
Cast to yourself alone
Edmond Arrey

Chronicles Of The Past

If one could tell,
One could avoid.
If one could anticipate,
One could prepare.
Vulnerability is our image,
Almost inexistent as far as tomorrow.
Knowledge we quest,
in prolonged strife to understand.
What if I had done?
Queries the mind within,
An answer only result can make.
The lid therefore seals one idea,
How can we be so progressive thence?
For everything is in anticipation of,
A thing, a time, a place.
I thought I knew once,
Yet every time I know, I don't,
Thus firmly I realize my course,
Desperate to see before I know.
Ah! If one could tell.
Edmond Agbor Arrey

Endeavour
To Living
In this passage of raging pikes
Where windows are woven in thorns
Where Sparta came crashing down:
Gateway to the next step.
Through this treachery
We travel without choice
Short, yet caused with time
Doom that blesses our eternity
Uncertain as it is eminent.
An only route; it aches my thought
I wish we had rich choices
Well greatness is what we need to be
For our next step requires all
Endeavour, endeavor on pilgrims
The step we'll make
The distance...
We'll see.

Edmond Arrey

Gone with the tide

When the sea was deep and rich
My boat was new but I was lazy.
When the storms were but miles away
I confess, I was asleep in passivity.
Now, the storm rages forth
I, in my unprepared head, I call.
Yet as the echoes come back to me
Still, I can't recognize emptiness.
My nets I begin to fix
An endeavor almost too late to start.
Ah! I finally realize,
The storm and tide have come
Many have harvested from lady Atlantic.
But aye, it seems barren now.
Sand and debris are all around
Hmm. The tide has come and gone.
No wonder the air is still again
Gone with the wind. The wind!
Gone with the tide!
Edmond Arrey

I am a Rock

With the sun I rise each morning
A start that renews in life everyday
Like roses my petals open in bloom
Yet no knowledge of tomorrow clear
Still I wake like the tides in Victoria
With the mind of the rocks ashore.

My pride is not my glamour
It is my strength I honor most
For yes, there is style in hoping
Though nothing contest the goal.
So steel I have chosen as amour
My sword bathe in gold
This fight needs a knight with great duty
Shown in beauty and will.

I will ache never within again
Now I know the sense to keep
To be; enjoy this world guaranteed
I am a rock.
Edmond Arrey


I will not forget.
In the calmness of mother earth,
I had trod a couple decades few.
Still in all her vastness, little I found.
Plagued yet blessed with other beauties,
These horizons I felt I understood.
Then my time came, lost! Lost!
I felt helpless,
Before my earthly doom.
I keep this experience dearly,
Its the first and I am o'er.
Like a bird I now think further,
There is more beyond the sun.
Thus, I will not forget,
That day my time came,
When Venus became mortal,
A spell the Gods hath cast upon me.
Thus happily I chant my note,
One with beautiful pain,
Alas! Alas! I know,
I will never forget.
Edmond Agbor Arrey

Lion King

Like the fearless lioness
She roams my heart.
A vastness that a lion once claimed too.
Today, he seats and ponders,
Fields have grown and burnt,
Moons have come and rains too.
Though signs of time were clear
Our jungle king learned nothing.
Today a lingering tiger stands
Watchful but grabbing in his sight.
Taking what he can from the lion.
But how can this be
When tigers barely meet lions?
I know, I know.
The lioness. But how?
A lioness and a tiger?
Yes, yes, a rare kind of lioness.
Protector of the last true thought.
The love of our lion king.
A stake one may not loose.

Edmond Arrey

Longing

I am a wonderer,
I am a gypsy, wild but tamed
The roots of my fate,
An eagle only can describe.
Decades I have spent roaming
Scores, my dreams seem to interpret.
My love for savage nature,
Has trapped me here forever.
Time, I have learned to respect,
Then a realization comes gloriously
I hoped this day would come
Sadly I wish it still did.
My humility I will extend thus,
My pride I will shield within
Nothing is better than reason
In fate every color spreads.
Forgive me therefore,
I shall wonder further
As I shall wait longer.
Edmond Arrey

Perfection

We do not always meet perfection
But aye perfection there is
Yet perfection is how perfect you know
As all is not perfect to all.

I have seen perfect in my time
And perfect I swear I saw
A spirit like wild horses in stride
Strands of gold branded her head perfect.
With lips pale and pink
Like Aurora and Venus combined
Yet polished with two blue droplets,
Eyes as perfect as my dream

Though perfect this beauty may seem
Lads did confess otherwise
So mistake not perfection as common
For only you can tell your truth
For perfection is how perfect you know
As all is not perfect to all.
Edmond Arrey


The Feather

My feather flows with deep pride,
Expressing my minds fulfillment.
He feels my caressing fingers,
Scented with hopes longing roses.
Through his ink and gentle strokes,
My open heart will appeal further.
Through his exquisite color,
the beauty of my love’s fire glows.
Felt, and respectable it was; yet a messenger.
Plated in gold, yet humbled in duty,
What a noble presence he brings.
Born by majestic eagles,
Masters by their own right.
I speak not too much of my loyal feather,
I fear only suns can praise him less.
My words will never forget his aura.
Its one that defined my character so.

Edmond Arrey

Tribute to Mom

My mother, my angel, my love
I love thee with every step I take
I adore you with every tear I cry
Oh my mother, my love.

I know sometimes I wrong your expectations
I do plead for forgiveness thus
I wish I was your child only
Oh my mother, my angel.

I am all I am, because you call me son
I will be all I will be, because you are
I am safe from every misery
My mother you have loved me surely
I wish I knew what tomorrow holds
To save you always.
Well all I will is will
That time will give me time
I love you, my mother
Oh my mother, my mother.
Edmond Arrey

what I know

I have been there too
Where men go and wish no return
I have felt the grip of false forever
It's a relationship dear, but costly.
My innocence I have lost
My urges I judge often
For I know not why and for what
This union binds me ever.
Strongly, I trust my weakness, a weakness so deep;
Myself, I acknowledge. A longing it is;
and a future with an inevitable uncertainty.
I know now why I ponder,
for I know not further. Thus, forever
A hope I wish blooms. The cost of forever
I know, because I had forever too.
Well quote me not someday, for forever
Changes. Today was yesterday’s forever. I have been there too.
This is my testimony
Of a duo in heaven.
Edmond Agbor Arrey


Life is like a storm.
It is born from the drops of heavens tear
As the sky prepares to ravage the earth.
Life grows into rain
It waters the fertile eggs of the earth.
It prepares a new cycle for survival,
Then it strengthens and weakens some.
Some resist the whistle of divinity as it comes,
For the storm stills and steals many.
Some pluck energy desired
Yet it hastens past a great many.
The storm seems to know its wake
And knows that death will halt its pour.
For when it comes, purpose is attained
And when it leaves, a print we see.
Where do these storms escape us to?
Why do they come so quick and so brief?
The storm must haste to another maybe
But yet, a storm we will see always.
Edmond Agbor Arrey


Armor Of Fate

For three; it was my time of war.
Afore, a time I call the diamond age.
A time when armies from the heart;
Conquered by my spirit they were.
By my blade, thrusts I delved
Gallantly, in marked silver and Gold
My armor, beneath the weak helmet of faith.

My blood I feel I have spilt.
From the coasts of the African Atlantic pass,
To the feet and breasts of Europe’s marks,
And from the chariots of fire too,
As many will name untamed America.
Yes, this war for soldiers of my kind
I have fought and won.

But now my blood is thicker than red,
Burning as though it shall never cloth,
When victories have faltered to memory,
A pride of my sword; I have never sheath.
War, war, my feeble hand has come
Armor of fate, rise to my aid.
Edmond Agbor Arrey

I am

I want to know
But I cannot reason.
I want to be good
Yet, I am unfair.
I wish to be loved
But I do not know how to.
I wish to trust
But I cannot be trusted.
I long for divine blessing
Though I am faithless.
Oh you, who are you?

I am all of us
I am he who denies
I am he who wonders
I am he who sins
I am he who disbeliefs and betrays
I am all that is wrong
Sadly, I am you and I.
Edmond A Arrey

Justice

What is justice to him who judges?
What is morality to he who is moral?
Since he sees in his own device
Then why is the other judged?
We seek to purify the norm.
And endeavor to conduct the rhythm.
Is your tune the ballad of another?
Or is your judgment moral to his virtue?
Laws must lay common above a bundle
Yet within each bundle, the rope holds different
To call a bundle a whole
We must understand where it holds tightest
For some who laze freely within
Ah... They belong somewhere rather.
Now judge for society dims it proper
We have to or the center will not hold
But forget not your own virtue
As to you alone it presents justice.
Edmond Agbor Arrey

Slave

Some were Kings, Queens, and noble.
Nations they were too.
Science they learned from nature
Yet a society of moral conception really!
Generations had come before them
They were men like us too.
The wind of change came
A sword marked by distant civilizations.
They embraced these distant knights
Friendships forged for mankind.
These were men too.
As embraces grew stronger, so was hatred.
When deception grew clearer
Civilizations became native and savage.
I believe that men must be free.
I believe in civilization and culture
The basis of every moral condition.
I believe my people were and still are.
They were civilized once, they are still.
Slaves! No! Not slaves.
Edmond Agbor Arrey



The enemy marches.

War is now upon the fatherland
The enemy draws nearer to the cradle
Our beginning faces the rash of extinction
The villain is unjust.
We have textured our civility unwisely
Fed, and bred with the unrighteous shadow.
Men have become in the image of darkness
Yet it shelters our enemies over.
Prepare! Unsheathe your swords brethren! War!
We shed the blood of our own
We justify the ways of the enemy
We hail the glories he bestows with malice
It blinds the real truth of our birth.
Today I shall ride into battle
Not you, not him, I will anyhow.
But remember when the land bled your feet
And from the land, your robins fed.
Remember when father died for you
And when mother watched you play.
Ride with me! Protect your father’s grave.
Edmond Agbor Arrey

I love thee! I love thee
Why must I cry to wet thy crystal heart
Why must I bleed to claim thy silken voice
My heart ponders over thy uncertain gaze
Your words pierce my innocent soul.
Foul you have been to my sincerity
A villain from thy wounds I have become
I curse the truth of the genuine
For lies; my love rewarded me harshly.
Glory I wish thee still
Endlessly I will protect thy honor.
Lash! I roar the ache of my soul in anger
No more, no more, no more.
Another dream begins its wake;
A distant light brightens my Darkness
From the East the sun rises on my hold
You, I forget against thy destiny
A power my fate now controls.
Mourn, Oh Beloved mourn! Never! Never!
I loved Thee, I loved thee!
Edmond Agbor Arrey


Sight of A Dragon

The legend quotes me as the past
The books spell me in minuscule
And up above beyond Man's sight I stare
Below, into their quake of mortal rivalry.
I urge to spread fire upon their sinful men
I long to mourn with ravaged daughters and mothers,
I reach for the starless babies
Yet, my thorny hands baffle their youth.
My nest is high and I am alone
My disguise of mortality now exhausted
The wind commonly brings the smell of belonging
Amongst creatures far from my blood, death!!
They've slain each other since ever I became
Oh treacherous earth of pleasures so brief.
I wish I could fly higher to the heavens
From whence I will plead their mortal case
That He may forgive them further
And curse the earth's selfish hunger.

Edmond Agbor Arrey

Beautiful truth has fallen from her thrown
Beautiful truth has fallen from her thrown.
She scared her stainless face with the nuisance of man.
Beautiful truth knows no more justice.
Her purity is all but the disguise for an end.
Immaculate truth has a silhouette of coins upon her.
Her silky cuddle has grown thorns of greed.
Beautiful truth sparkled like stars in the distant heavens.
Now she glows like diamonds subject to nameless Queens.
Beautiful truth can free no more.
Hierarchy now defines her essence amongst other virtues.
Sensitive truth can hold love and union no more.
Irresponsible passions have blunted the blade of decent life.
Beautiful truth has fallen from her thrown.
She scared her everlasting face with the errors of man.

Edmond Arrey





Hey Lucifer

Hey Lucifer!
Leave us alone, alone.
In this cascade of confusion
Where the spring of existence reemerges
Yet only hurt and sadness prevail
No happy rain,
No shelter.
Hey Lucifer!
Leave us alone, alone.
I am walking back home
Only back home.
Where man triumphs in belief of Him
In that ecstasy of perpetual-ness without You.

Edmond Arrey

I am Hungry for you
I am hungry inside of me
I am puzzled inside of me
I am hungry for everything.
I suffer all around me
I need as though I am the only one.
I cry, even weep
I dream, mostly dream
I destroy the principle in my virtue
My everlasting beauty I trade.
I am hungry inside of me
I am hungry for you
I am hungry to know that you can love me.

Edmond Agbor Arrey


Moses' Time

Like in Moses' time,
Though God's presence was even stronger
Man did not shun a wash of blood
To stress His will over other men.
Mostly by the power of their manliness
And the property of doubtful earth
Man has managed to corrupt natures moral
Shaming themselves before tolerant God
Who gave gifts free, sparing no prejudice undone.
Alas during the great Roman years
The post of men had risen near too high
A peak of corrupt manly righteousness
Where the emergent fundamentals of divisionism began
Where capitalism had transformed into freedom
Where communism changed to equality
And all there is to failed contemporary government.
Unfortunately like Moses' time
Though God's presence was stronger
Man did not shun a wash of blood
To stress His will over other men.

Edmond Agbor Arrey

Passion Is The Most Unique Of Traits

Passion is the most unique of traits,
It's the mastermind behind intention,
So as it's the inventor of character.
Noble are those who are of steady passion,
Passion's reward will be of achievement and magnificence.
Justice to ambition isn't always passionate,
But passion is fair when one is sensible in ambition.
Passion's beauty is clever and tricky,
It sways the weak from truth,
Bending the valiant into cowards in dreamland,
These are only but some of passion's colors.
Nothing is anything without passion,
So be passionate but of specific objective.
Let passion give you the wisdom of needs,
Let your heart and soul design your costly destiny.
Passion is the most unique of advocates,
It's the cure to all weakness.

Edmond Arrey

The consequence of all good things

The consequence of all good things
As is good when God and Morality judge
As in judge when human flaw is considered
Considered when social norm stops evolution's pace
Pace, which we can only satisfy but not beyond age
Age that of course spells destiny
Destiny; a thing still beyond our understanding of life
Life; cruel, tormenting, tempting, beautiful, adventure, short
However life is the consequence of all good things.

Edmond Agbor Arrey

Krauss

What is law when Krauss can lie anyway?
What is law when Krauss can lie anyway?
What is law when Krauss who lies makes it?
How can Krauss make the law all alone?
How can Krauss' justice be law and good for one and all?
Who gave Krauss power over divine Law?
Who made Krauss the architect of people's rules?
Krauss once said his justice wasn't fairness but correctness.
He confessed the law an unattainable bend to equality.
He whispered law and how it favored gold to spectators.
Krauss wrote all laws to maintain his prestigious advantage.
With the law he had written a grand ledger of liability.
Krauss loved the law.
Krauss' law still governs after him.
What is law when Krauss who lied made it?

Edmond Arrey