BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Passion being fulfilled

Is like cottonwood fluff burning evenly

Across the land.

Not being caught up by any unnecessary

Distractions.

No need to set off forest fires

That don’t need to be provoked,

If there were no blessings

And ceremonies that are ancestral

Wisdom led.

Knowing that achievements stack up

Internal minds

Is refreshing to quench the thirst of

Success, like an oasis within a desert.

It is a breath of fresh air to the spirit

When all was given so the fruits are

Real,

Unlike wishful thinking without

Determination shown in actions

Is like praying while walking through

Scorching sands.

Not distinguishing which water of life

Are mirages

Tempting for a taste,

Deceiving any visions.

Even divine messages are lost

If a heart

Stubborn as boulders

Does not listen to the intuitions

Cautioning with series of

Discernments.

A open minded being

Will have doors open.

A humble being that knows their worth

Will succeed without burning any bridges.

BY GLORIA O’KOYE

When was the last time

that you sat in silence?

Where every detailed sound

From the whistling wind,

Talking trees,

Busy traffic made of streams,

Tingled the ear drums

Away from manmade machines.

When was the last time

Embracing nature gifts

was of great importance?

Spilling secrets

No human mind would comprehend,

Only the wisest ancients

Found deep in the Earth’s crust

Would tell nothing,

No one,

A type of loyalty that no fame and money

Would make it

Turn into a sellout.

When was the last interaction

Between skin and sand

Had the body had time to heal itself.

Transferring tensions into the ground

Balancing unwanted weight

Into Mother Nature’s arms.

When was the last time

Natural medicinal plants and food

Was replenishing

Detoxing clogged up organs.

Instead of destroying natural remedies,

And claim cures by injecting the body

Will more poison.

Relying on money hungry policies.

Bylaws instigating destruction.

When was the last time

Silence was allowed to answer

Mind boggling questions.

Allow silence to discern

To caution on everything around

Only silence will speak the loudest!

Trust in silence.

BY GLORIA O’KOYE

If only these babies know what’s the cost

Of the path they are on.

Would decisions being solid

Override the tears from loved ones.

If these babies knew how legal aid

Would play with freedom.

Hit or miss

Crown and defense address each other as friends

Debriefing over recess and lunch breaks.

These babies would never be ready for the morgue.

Funeral procession, to preparation, dealing with estate after it all.

Even caskets built to be engulfed in flames

Cost grands,

Like money was meant to be burn away

Like forest fires within periods of false prosperity.

No empires are immune to the great fall.

These babies aren’t ready

Even Devils may cry.

The dawgs and demons will crumble overtime.

A lifestyle teeming with expiry dates

Only the wise

Sprinkled with luck,

Got a fighting chance to make it out

In one piece and alive

Courtrooms are throwing life sentences

The prison gates rejoice like Christmas gifts.

Yet behind the scenes there is tension.

Responsibility being passed down like hot coals

No one wants to take the collateral damage, once a death in custody gets pinned

Right to the point.

Graveyard making profits

So, both don’t want street beefs to resolve.

Social work is just the same

Wolves in sheep’s clothing,

Money is the root of it all.