GROANINGS; MY GURGITATIONS

DEEP THOUGHTS


Thoughts are droplets of rain 


glued on the sinews of the heart.

codes, texts and algorithms 

written & engraved on fragile 

linings of the mind.


they creep in first like strangers not invited to a party and in a short while lit up flames of fire along the corridors of the soul.


they are words yet to be 

manufactured on the lips of men, sayings caught up in that dark 

abyss of the belly awaiting full manifestations into life

I love those who spends time 

printing notes of thoughts in 

the banks of their experiences, 

who after spending them, 

thereafter heaps them up in 

a gigantic pile only to offer 

them up to the fire


I love the man who guards 

his thoughts like a horse 

whipped mercilessly to obey 

his master, yet fed with 

tonnes of meal to carry out it task


I love the man who buries 

his thoughts in the sepulcher 

of his heart and then rushes 

out to hear the sayings of the 

elders to obtain wisdom which 

will by themselves exume those

thoughts out of his heart


I love the man who goes to the marketplace to buy thoughts, who them returns home and pile them up in the storehouse of his heart, so his children and grandchildren can inherit wisdom


I love the man who when he 

sees women, listens meticulously 

to their sayings rather than the silhouette of their bodies and the curvatures of their breasts so 

as to gain wisdom


I love the man who though is 

filled with knowledge accepts 

the tongue-lashing of mockers 

and scorners at games, yet in 

those mockeries gains more wisdom


I love the man who willingly lays 

his life down in his sojourn into 

the thoughts of God's seeking 

wisdom, for he will reap a million thought in this life and million 

lives in the afterlife


I love the man who sows his soul as an investment on earth, giving out his thoughts to God so he can at the end of all things become "God"


behold, I am the voice that 

speaks thoughts already 

manufactured in the mind of 

the Spirit so the earth would 

receive it's transformation!


I am that spirit whose thoughts 

like a river overflowing it's bank 

will at the end resonate like fire 

in the hearts of men, so men will

 become "gods"




Written by Daniel Leonard Ezeokeke 
 

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