I wonder...
Would you let me get in your head?
Tell me for this one moment,
Can I know what's going on in there?

Are you scared of the future,
Terrified of the present
Do all the gifts of today
Seem less glorious than you dreamed yesterday?

Tell me, do you feel the morning breeze
Calling you to be discontent with your achievements
For you know you can be better
Than the existence that is stayed in place

Do you think about the creator?
And when you're alone, do you chat with Him?
Do you think your deepest darkest secrets
Would drive Him further away
And you'd be lost in the tunnel
Searching for your best friend
Who's tired of your lust.

Tell me, are you in love?
Does it consume you like the most thirsty of fires
Does she care about you, or is she still unknown
Do you plan for the future, wife, kids and a home,
Are you a hopeless romantic, writing love notes
Buying teddies with chocolate flavored sweets?
Seeking a rib to draw ever so close.

Tell me, does your mind wander like mine does?
Do your thoughts resonate through your brain
Your actions erratic, their effects making you lost for words?
Are you tired? Are you broken?
Do you seek a retreat, to soothe out pains unspoken?

I wish you would
But rather you stare
And your thoughts remain distant
And I'm left to wonder
If we are bothered by the same fears
If they induce the same tears
And if we both crave a neighbor to draw near

Because the less we feel weird
The more we see clearly
That you and I are exactly alike
I wish you would tell me
But rather, you stare

Fragile broken beings, trailing a leader to the source. He claims he knows where restoration is...better yet, he turns and faces us with a gentle smile temporarily stilling our thirsts. He says, rather unbelievably, that He...yes He is the source.

Our look of bewilderment undergird our unbelief as we stay motionless contemplating the possibility of ecstasy so free. He opens up His palms and lets us see the endless flow of our desired flavor; red thick viscous blood. Our vampire souls tear across our chests and though we held onto our broken lives for too long, today we know that our destinies lay in sucking and we would become as infant babes.

So with the last bit of life left in us, we drag our beaten up bag of bones drowsily and fall at His feet. As our knees shake the earth beneath us, we wonder if our heads will splatter on the hard rocks we've been accustomed to tilling. But no! He stretches forth his fountain piercings and bliss is enacted as our desperate teeth pierce through his nail stricken veins and we suck with our last breaths the one thing that would give us life.

He smiles with an air of satisfaction, for this was the reason he came down to us. As we look up with tears of gratitude clouding our now clear visioned eyes, he wipes off the drops of blood on our lips and urges us to stand up straight. And as we search ourselves, we understand. That we no longer have to draw from Him as we have tasted of a one-off dish never to be devoured again. As we feel the blood of this Man run through our system, all guilt and sin become paled and obliterated as He reminds us we are now like Him...we are now gods.

But the glorying must be delayed as the power within us pours a responsibility upon us. For though our souls crave a permanent uniting with our King and though we yearn to walk side by side with Him, we turn our eyes to the rest of our brothers meandering across the suburbs and cities, hinterlands and settlements draped in dazzling attires or rugged clothes; in flashy cars or bicycles, dwelling in skyscrapers or underneath bridges. Our clear visioned eyes see them with fresh perspective, for we have known their thirst and we know the cure. So we turn to bid our master to permit us to tarry a while, but we realize that this was his plan all along and He remains with us to see the job through.

Now, we stand by the roadsides, with gramophones and keyboards, in the market places and bus stops, virtually or by word of mouth. We scream, implore, entreat, plead, beg and refused to be silenced. We have tasted of a heavenly glass and we beckon on the living dead to come taste of this. We are mocked at, derided for breaking out from the norm, the trapped claim to be free and the chained point and mock at the freedom we have received, they so blindly see as shackles. We fend off persecution and hatred, our pain only bested by a desire to see freedom reign in our ethos. To see the walking pile of bones become a mighty army for the Lord.

For we know your emptiness. We've walked your shoes.

We are the Christians. We are the Zombies Reborn.

So I guess you're wondering what this is all about. Yes, it's another relationship post; there have been a lot of those lately. I'm talking about how to keep a woman happy. Throughout married life. Sounds tiring already.

You know I noticed something in the Bible about the elders of faith. I'd like to think their wives were secure. Maybe not always happy (I mean can a woman always be happy with all those emotions running ravage) but at least they felt secure. You know...safe. Free from worries about the things married women fret over. Free from insecurities. I'm not sure that's how they felt, but I'd like to think they were secure.

So I got to thinking, "One day I'd get married to a beautiful charming damsel. She would spend the rest of my life with me and for that very fact, I'd love to give her an awesome life in return". So I was wondering, "How do I do that?". So, by chance, I pitched it to some of my lady friends. I'll tell you what they had to say, but I must warn you...you might not like the answer.

So the ladies reached their verdict. To become a befitting suitor, you don't need to be the richest man in the world, but at least you should have a plan on how you want to become the richest man in the world. They weren't very blunt but I have learned to read between the lines. The logical conclusion is that for any lady to look your way today- whether she sings in the choir or not- you gotta have a business plan; a huge money making scheme that would guarantee her a life free of suffering. Then and then only would she be willing to take the risk of marrying you. Nowadays you gotta back up your "potential" with a full fledged money making idea.

But I wonder, why were the "wives of the elders" happy with their men. I wonder...why did Rebekah jump on that camel and scream "Take me to Isaac!" (Pardon my lucid imagination). Why was Noah's wife calm when her husband decided to dedicate his time and resources to building a boat? I mean ladies, would you marry a man who just wants to build a boat? To keep animals?

You see, my point is simple. Those ladies were secure because they knew their husbands were good pals with God. I think-of course I could be wrong- that those women were calm knowing that their husbands could hear directly from the creator of the world. They were steadfast, because their men were rolling with true power, the highest power in the land and the skies for that matter. So to answer my question. How do I plan on keeping my wife happy, or even getting her to marry me in the first place? I would have to convince her that I too roll with the power-that-is and I can hear Him give me instructions. I have to actually spend time honing my listening skills till I am very much in tune with the Father. Because at the end of the day, that's the only security I can offer her. I can't promise I'd always be rich, famous, smart, handsome or the talk of the town. But I can promise that I would always follow God's leading and I would show her clear evidence of the beauty of following God's leading in my life. If that's not enough for her, then...err...you know what comes next.

So people, that's my grand proposal plan and I'm feeling pretty confident about it. So before you go, if you're a guy, let me know your proposal plan. If you're a girl, let me know the grand proposal plan worthy of your hand in marriage. I would love to know your views. Let me know. What should make a happy wife?

In awe of the dream life
Flashy cars beaming flashing lights
With dark blue tinted windshields
Flashing lights

Hazy figments
Of pale yellow champagne glasses
Of blazers and pointed shoes
With marble floors and corner offices
Dream houses and trim wives
Multi millions and pleading managers
Flirty marketers supplicating for investments
Top of the world, stilling the moment
Stealing the moment
Still in the moment.

Reality check, dream trimming time
Time to rewire ambition
Chiselling out the car fleet
Leave the Tundra, status befitting.
Status permitting
To help a youngster go through school
With mum chilling, extended family cool
Just one house; a bungalow behind a lawn
White picket fence overlooking the sunset
Rested head on sweetheart's chest as you yawn
Kids playing away; two maybe three
But definitely not four
Still a dream to die for.

Reality check and ten years are gone
Your perfect horizon torn
Left wondering what went wrong
Random John Doe living your dream
Fact replaces fantasy
Dragging on with rags and wear
No flashy cars or pale yellow drinks
Only thoughts that torture and scream
At the failure you see within
Fantasy land is washed away
Reality is bleak, no asylum in view.

Time's up for dreamers
Dreamers, wake up
The world offers no retreat
To the ones who build dreams on quicksand
Reality check; time to wake up
Sow dreams worth living for
Fruitful dreams, birthed by God
Only then does reality becomes dreamland.
When reality supersedes dreams.

Surrender to the beautiful scenery
Painted by the King
Doling out the dream life
A never ending dream...life.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I did promise a Part 2 for my last post... which actually got the most views ever on this blog!. It'd come eventually. But for now, let me know. Comments on the poem. Comment, comment, comment.