The Greener Grass on the Other Side

The grass is greener on the other side
until reality takes us on a crystal ride.
We often try to travel far and wide
Until we see the treasures by our side.

The greener grass on the other side
should not tempt you into terrible tide.
Let patience rule over pointless pride
and grace will be your glittering guide….

The greener grass on the other side,
may be the beauty of a bleeding bride.
For every glee, there is a gloom to hide,
water your ground before you take that ride…

The greener grass on the other side
have survived floods and landslide.
So before you jump in for a joyride
watch out for signs of social suicide.

The greener grass on the other side
should not make you roam or reside
on a platter of prejudice and pride…
Think twice before you take the risky ride.

The greener grass on the other side
cannot beat the glow you have inside,
before you take a tour far and wide,
drop your can of emotional herbicide.

-Adeleke Adeite

I am Not Just a Rhyme Writer

I am not just a rhyme writer,
I am a fierce fighter…
waging war with wise words
to stop the siege of swords.

I am not just a rhyme writer,
I am a love lighter,
sparking in souls, fresh fires
of deep and divine desires.

I am not just a rhyme writer,
I am a firefighter,
quenching the rage of regret
with each new nitfy nugget.

I am not just a rhyme writer,
I am a bullet biter,
sailing against stormy tide
and making it a joyride.

I am not just a rhyme writer,
I am flaw fighter,
using my pen to tame terror
and erode expensive errors.

I am not just a rhyme writer,
I am a lamplighter,
helping men to find fountains
and stop moulding mountains.

I am not just a rhyme writer,
I am a sharpshooter…
damaging people’s ignorance
so they can enjoy abundance…

– Adeleke Adeite

My Confession #2

I have a sincere confession to make:
I used to feast on falsehood and fantasies;
hell and heaven were to me, mere mysteries…
I have buried those moments and memories.

I have a sincere confession to make:
God’s grace is greater than all our guilt…
His love has broken the barriers Satan built…
sin lost its sting when His blood was spilt.

I have a sincere confession to make:
We are in Christ more than conquerors…
never to tremble before tumultuous terrors
and not to be entangled by earthly errors.

I have a sincere confession to make:
God sent His son, they call Him Jesus…
His death and resurrection changed our status,
so we can sing in heaven the eternal chorus.

I have a sincere confession to make:
God can make the impossible possible…
H e sees the invisible and hears the inaudible;
His ways and works are simply unsearchable.

I have a sincere confession to make:
We have a testimony no tongue can tell…
a holy heritage no merchant can sell…
and a passion that is hotter than hell.

I have a sincere confession to make:
I used to feast on falsehood and fantasies;
hell and heaven to me were mere mysteries…
I have buried those moments and memories.
– Adeleke Adeite

I Will Come Out as Pure Gold

Through the valley of the shadow of death,
through the hills that stole my breath;
God has been my salvation and strength…
I will surely come out as pure gold.

I often sit under the fountain of fears
and sometimes feast from the trees of tears;
God will restore all my wasted years…
I will surely come out as pure gold.

The stormy blast once sank my soul,
the grave of guilt almost caged my goal;
God’s arms of love keep me pure and whole…
I will surely come out as pure gold.

When black and white turn to gray,
when the golden scepter turns to clay;
God will turn the darkest night to day…
I will surely come out as pure gold.

When beauty gets too blurry to behold,
and it seem I am fast getting old…
When bitter battles betide, I stay bold.
I will surely come out as pure gold.

© Adeleke Adeite 2018