Isaac 'slimx'

Isaac 'slimx' Poems

On a windy autumn evening, I wanted a walk,
to fill my soul with the pleasures of life,
to satisfy my passions and soul desires,
cos tomorrow I may die and will be no more.

A place of joy and pleasure,
Where pains nor hurts exists,
its all over around us,
why look for it afar?

You alone can feel my pains, you alone know about my tears,
You alone know how I feel, you alone know why I’m vexed,
Lord a touch, I pray you give my soul, then I’ll know that all my hurts will dissipate
You alone, Lord can really handle it, you alone can sort it out,

Don’t ask God for wisdom lest he give you folly to teach your heart.
Don’t ask God for wealth lest he give you poverty to make you depend on him.
Don’t ask God for vision lest he give you blindness to guide your way.
Don’t ask God for strength lest he give you weakness to sustain you.

It was easy and breezy, nothing sneezy and sleazy where I was living,
it was sensational abiding with the sons of God, right there in heavenly places,
I used to stay awake listening to sweet lyrics from the Son of dawn (day star) ,
my heart knew no pain, my soul refreshed daily by his Presence

Your sorrows may not disappear,
Still trouble lingers on and on,
Success may have elude you,
But I say that’s not the end of road,

Don’t get me started nor take this lightly,
Lest you see my lightning flash,
I feel energized like a quiver,
Darting and flying, striking and shrinking,

Staring at this phantom freedom,
which I have built like a kingdom,
much larger than the super dome,
with bricks of poison and tantrum,

Amazing disgrace brought amazing grace,
For through injustice met out to him,
Justification and sanctification is mine,
And through His brutal murder without the gate,

In the beginning of times, I mean in the days of my infant,
the ‘Me’ was the ‘I’ and the ‘I’ was the ‘Me’, through thin and thick
the ‘Me’ didn’t hide from the ‘I’, or vice versa cos I was indivisible,
now the ‘Me’ is not the ‘I’ and the ‘I’ not the ‘Me’, deathly divided.

Run Mumbai run,
run still clinging to your cross,
run for the sake of your children,
for the sons of belial have risen up against you,

I was a precious little garden, tender in his eyes,
my Keeper like a warrior worked in me day and night,
my ridges were well made, my furrows watered daily,
I was always green and desirable, confident in drought,

Everyday we wake up,
we try our make up,
and fail to look up,
cuz of bills to pay up.

A dog eat dog world,
no other name is better,
cuz human rights is a misery,
justice for the highest bidder,


Everything may mean nothing,
Nothing can be something,
Something may be one-thing,
One-thing can be all-things,

Happiness is never really seen,
Neither can it be measured,
Yet it’s a treasure of nature,
Free to humanity living in vanity,

No one said a thing, yet I heard a thousand voices,
no one beat the drums but I found myself dancing around,
I didn’t see a pit yet I jumped over it all the same,
then I spoke in tongues but not to the Holy One,


God is:


I have walked the face of this earth,
seeking the children of men to be my companion,
but only PROSTITUTES are willing.


Words are either a weapon of war,

or an instrument of peace.

Isaac 'slimx' Biography

A young man trying to make sense of life through the act and art of poetry and blogging.. I love jazz but very passionate about dancehall music.. I play the saxophone, chess and dombo drums...I'm deep in faith issues...The Most High is always on my mind though I struggle alot trying to please Him by keeping His commandments and testimonies...I'm very hopeful in this vain life am living...Sickness and poverty makes me cry...Most of my writings are all about my innermost pains, struggles and the questions I seek answers daily. I read alot because it one of the sane things to smile I've been told is very effective.)

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On a windy autumn evening, I wanted a walk,
to fill my soul with the pleasures of life,
to satisfy my passions and soul desires,
cos tomorrow I may die and will be no more.

I made the move and there I went,
at a corner in groove, I met a man,
a frail looking old man with fire in his eyes
who promise me some fun fill time with
stories from ancient times.

The old man’s stories were filled with fun,
it gripped my soul and took my breathe away,
I wanted more but had to leave,
cos darkness had come and the stars were rising.

Come to my house said the old man and abide with me
I have some sweet tasty pies and mixed wine
we will eat, drink, make merry and take a rest
‘morrow at dawn you can take your leave.

I jumped at him with open arms,
I kiss his cheeks and felt his warm
I felt some love and hug him more
Yet the was death in his eyes I failed to see

I ate the pie and drank his mixed wine,
yet the more I ate the more I wanted
it was sweet in my mouth and bitter in my soul
I should have stop but I kept on eating and drinking.

‘Morrow at dawn at the alarm of the rooster,
I tried lifting my head, my hands and legs
none of them will respond to my desires
cos my heart was pierced and my soul twisted.

I am sick, I muttered at the old man
eat a little pie with a little wine and rest a while
‘morrow this time you’ll be well and strong
Then you can leave, he said with a promise.

A week has gone by and I’ve not been well
I keep eating a little pie with a little mixed wine,
the old man dainty filled with promise
the cycle continues, the pain increases.

My heart is broken and my body full of sores,
my spirit is crush, my soul bound
by the hands of the little nice old man
whose real name is ADDICTION.

COPYRIGHT: Isaac 'slimx'
September 10,2008

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