A DAY WITHOUT GOD IS

A DAY CONCLUDED AS FRUITLESS
A SECOND PASSED UNUTILIZED
A MINUTE DISREGARDED
AN HOUR CRAVED FOR
A MIND LEFT UNDEVELOPED
A LACKING AND DEVIANT SOUL
A HEART FULL OF HALVES
A DAY WITHOUT A MAKER IS INDEED IS A LIKENESS OF A PERSON WITHOUT A PURPOSE
mundiah

A MOMENT OF CHIN

Icing on the pinnacle of all mountains
Watching every bit and bitten corners of the world
Even if volcanoes conceal the valleys
Hills still reveals the beauty of our fading nature
Turning around like merry go round I say our heritage
A legacy we claim by words and denounce by actions
In spirit of turbulence we shrug
Once brilliant nature but now barbed with dilapidations
How do we chin while euthensing ourselves?
Do we ponder about the sigh of flora and fauna?
Tickled to write about the sky and the soil I object not
My pen inhale as my papers exhale
Time in graving our vicinity we adore and orgy
Solutions slow like snail we taste and prefer
Hysterically we have abandoned environmental conscience
And adopted destruction
How can we vomit and escape nausea?
Mundiah

MY LORD
Leads me in thy garden of love
And tend me with thy great strength
Cultivate me in thy own understanding
To obey I have inclined to
Shower me with thy benediction from dawn to sunset
In thy divine majesty surround me like waters doeth to the earth
Watch over my footstep and create a path for me to stroll
Bind my hands with a cord of charity
And grant my mouth a word of encouragement
Restore thy natural insanity in me
And guide my heart to thy gracious will
In times of sunshine allow my spirit to bask in thy goodness
In seasons of long and short rains teach me how to give thee thanks and appreciate
When the clouds turn dark and my ways turn zigzag holds me in thy magnificent light
Permit thy spirit to discern and speak to my soul
When I sleep cover me with thy gown of eternity
And shepherd me in the land of the living
Turn my dreams into reality and reality into thy expectations
Even when the winds blow hard and about to sweep me off the feet
Hold thy words and defend my cause
In times of need let me stretch my hands to thy kingdom
And in thy mercy command thy great nature to replenish my hope
My enemies in thy golden rule I regard them more in your way
Let my soul cry for thy wonderful eternity
And my heart quiver with joy for thy restoration
My mind as it thinketh it long for thy instructions
When the wonders of men take an outlook lead let my eyes see thy glory
In the beginning thy power ruled and unto thee I release myself
In thy visible and invisible eyes thy have seen my regressions
In His quickest rescue ability thy have snatch me from my devourer
In the midst of my transgression He has chastise me
I will delight in His divine intervention
For the Lord has delivered me from my ignorance
My Lord have heard my plea and plight
The wise find their character in Him and their words brings hope
Fools in their haste the Lord shall vitiate their furious
And vindicate on my behalf
Upon seeing the wicked annihilating the righteous my mouth goes dry
Lord I bow in your majestic eternity and beseech for thy favor
Thy throne is covered with righteous with thy robe waving in holiness
When the wind blows I feel thy good nature
He turns air into a thread of mist.
Above our heads and high above a roof of precipitation reigns
Who can describe and ascribe to His glory?
I crawl under thy feet seeking for thy restoration
In the midst of the warfare you have broken the foe's arrows
The enemies have fainted in thy wise pursue
They have sought refugee in caves, there they have suffocated
Who can hide from thy vengeance?
My lord supersedes all and surpasses everything.

DOMINIQUE MUNDIAH

His and Theirs

His and theirs
His sweat turned into blood
His last days become too stony and story
His paces were aborted
His words were judged without an order
His friends turned into pharaohs
He was dragged into kangaroo docks
Convicted without witness
On his own nest justice was traversed
Brought to buy and benedict.
mundiah

MICROSOFT OR CORRUPTION

Living in the world full of Microsoft and corruption is as good and as bad as the two concepts, we keep on telling and saying that the art or even the science of subdue lies in individual or group realization of the invisible but existing chances, this is relative and an ideal way of reversing the bonded patterns of confrontation and fleeing. Technology is a human invention and biblical spur of co-creation; through this human innovation the pros and icons have battled remarkably to displace one another from the true objective and purpose of longevity, you cannot breath and fail to feel the acrid air filled with the industries fume from as far as Greenland to the Madagascar island, I can neither see properly nor feel anatomically simply because we are subject to shackles of our adventure and induction ,we live like once paroles and pardons of time waiting to share the same predicaments that we have no knowledge and understanding about, this might be one of the most serious injustice tabled on the universal court with unfair and corrupt proceedings wrought from the global lavatories, corruption is a paradigm, concept and a political, social and economical terminology that impede all round development and growth especially in the so called third world continents that magnanimously offer their blood and mind to the most notorious burglaries of the world resources, it is hard to live and fail to sense the danger dangling on our all aspects of life, this is because the measure of our existence has been razored with a blade of corruption and activated with the technology of those who have majored on money and minored in moralsPhilonthrophy is word best known in the dictionary but oblivioted in the real world undertakings with the defense phrase GOD FOR US ALL AND EVERYONE ON HIS OWN,if the virtues were to prosecute our intentions and integrity then we will have underscored in almost all diadems of life and that will prove of our incapacity to contain our own explosion and to clear own mess from our own diapers. Mundiah