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Plea for Strength

Can dead things live again?
Can the desert of Egypt bring forth cocoa yam

Thou know oh Lord of host

Who can name the origin of the wind?

My soul often ponders deep thought

You knew me even before I was born

You set my domain and establish my purpose

Oh my heart yearns for your Kingdom

Everyday I feel more and more like a stranger in the World of Men

Answer me oh loving God

Relieve my soul of my distress

Lift the veil that clouds my purpose

My faith is smaller than a mustard seed

Can it move a grain of sand?

For I am mere man

The more I see, I believe

Brighten my countenance with joy

Let my hope in you not be in vain

For you are from everlasting to everlasting

Your throne is high and lifted up and there’s none that can be compared to you

You are the pillar of my life

My fortress and protector

The great judge of the earth

For things visible and unseen

Nothing can be hidden that you can not bring up in judgment

Work out your plans for my salvation

Continue and complete the good work that you have started in me

Let it not be that you fail to keep my place in your kingdom

Pour out your cup of grace on my head that I may have everlasting life

For my eyes are young and tend to lust and wander

Give me a new sight that would seek after your presence on the earth

For my strength is faint

So make your strength to manifest in my weakness.

Harry Omoregie

Spanish Rose

Strange girl, lovely face
Spanish rose, unforgettable passion

Your lips are full and plush

Swollen like a muffin,
Red as strawberry
Greased like honey dripping from the honey comb

Strange girl, lovely face

Spanish rose, unforgettable passion

Your eyes are round and dreaming
Eyelashes like the leaves of the palm tree gracing towards the sky

When you stare at me, your eyes glow like a fiery flame

The red, the blue and my body heats up

It pierces through my soul

Unlocking every door and releasing a thousand fold of desire

Strange girl, lovely face

Spanish rose, unforgettable passion

Your voice is soft and sends forth a cold chill all over my body

Like a soft pillow on a soft bed in a cool breezing night

Oh how much I want to lay on you

My heart synchronizes its beat with every resonant of your voice
Sing for me and I will shut my ears to all other voices

My heart is beating out of control

Strange girl, lovely face

Spanish rose, unforgettable passion

Your hair is like the colors of the rainbow

Curly from the scalp and lay straight on your shoulders

Flowing in the air with grace

Wait a minute

You did it again… You reach out your hand and comb your hair

In each stroke, when you bend your neck and uncover your skin

I am captivated by your love

Strange girl, lovely face

Spanish rose, unforgettable passion.

Harry Omoregie

Victory in Africa

Like ancient drummers of Cherokee
Clapping and singing
Sketching the visions of war on the rocks of Oklahoma

Like a thousand peafowls gazing at the waterfall of Victoria
Daring nature with their tails
Selling the colors of their feathers

Like horses whispering in the desert of Texas
Calling the young men to behold their guns

For here I come
To what is mine, I shall claim
To what isn’t, I shall return

I shall stand on the high tabernacles of men
I shall hold onto the pillars of my ancestors

Yes, I have seen them
Yes, I have heard them
Yes, I have met them

They call themselves great among men
I call them demons

Demons not of the spirit but of the flesh
They pushed me
I am falling, faster than I could imagine
I see the ground coming
But I am not going to hit the ground

Why?
Because I have wings

Like the eagles of Ethiopia
I shall sail high
Higher than sight, sound or speed
Where am I going?

Africa!

Harry Omoregie

Unity

Like the fingers of the crow
Counting the souls of the dead
Bringing back memories
That neither time nor space can comprehend

Like the ways of the vulture
Little chicks seeking solitude underneath the feathers of their mother
For such are the wounds of a lover

Like the stones of Egypt
Each pyramid pointing to the heavens
Prophesying that in wisdom
Pharaohs subdued the land

Like the walls of Berlin
In great fall
Reminded Man that prosperity begins in unity.

Harry Omoregie

Undefeated Unbroken

Like a taboo
Like a song
Echoing my name thru the night

Like a siren
To tell the fortune of my desires
To be forbidden
To be marked

Like my Journey
So is my destination
To begin to dig my fate
To begin to see the light
To foresee the beginning from the end

Yes I am a dreamer

Like twelve drums
Each playing the tears of my youth
Staggering I come
To stand straight subside

Like a platoon lost sight of victory
To separate my hope

Like my spirit
So is my soul
Never will once again abide in distress
To dance like the dove
To sing like the rainbow

Like a thousand defeat
Yet I still sow a seed of victory

Like my death
So is my birth
For like a door open
Dare to enter
To begin is to end
To end is to begin

In all

I am still Here.

Harry Omoregie

Unconquered Love

Like tossing a dice across the field of destiny

I squeeze tight your hand to behold the shadow of our soul
Like clay on our palms
Moist, soft and tender

In every flame of desire
Together we shall cast the image of our spirit

Like weaving the colors of the rainbow
Each braid tied to the back of our head
Rewriting the love story of a generation

Like holy water on our lips
In every kiss
We are getting closer to perfection

For indeed
Our love is meant to stay.

Harry Omoregie

Unbearable

What would I do if I can’t behold the morning Sun,
or watch the sunset in Topeka?

What would I do if I can’t count the colors of the rainbow,
or behold the waterfall in Africa?

What would I do if I can’t touch the summer rain,
or message the winter snow?

What would I do if I can’t hear the whispers of the wind,
or listen to the songs of the evening bird?

What would I do if I can’t taste your lips,
or smell the perfume of your hair?

What would I do if I can’t make love to you in Caracas
or hold your hands in Central Park?

What would I do if I should die without you?

My Love

Eternity would surely be a long lonely walk.

Harry Omoregie

Troubled Soul

Many a man calls a friend
But how can trust be tested?
It is in the eyes of the storm that a man knows who his friends are
It is only in battles can a friendship be tested
Before that, it is all words without deeds

Many a man needs a wife
He labors all his life, to build that which would last him a lifetime
His honor, respect, purpose, strength and glory
Glory such as the victor in a battle

What if after all he has carefully built with his heart?
His wife, children and home
All stripped away from him

What if the woman that he loves does not love him back?
What if after he has come back from battle and found his home in chaos?
His wife as loud as a whore
His children gazing and confused

What if the foundation of his soul is shaken and uprooted?
What will hold him if the resting pillar that he lay secured on is removed?
Doesn’t him fall down and strike his head

What if his home has now become his enemy?
Where will the good in him thrive?
Curse shall be on those that trouble the pillars of another man’s home

What have I done to deserve such a terrible ordeal?
From the day I set forth on light
I have been haunted by darkness
How long must my struggle continue?
Never have I drink from a glass and rest my cup assured

Oh Lord!

You pushed me hard against the wall
What do you make of all this?
What debt does my soul owe thee?
Must I drink bitterness till my breath seizes?

I yearn for happiness and everlasting joy
I seek for peace and love
Is it wrong to want that which is good?
Or what price must I pay to have the desires of my soul?

You let the devil choke away the only source of my happiness
What pleasure is my suffering to you?
I am just clay and patiently wait for the day of my death
Until then, fulfill the desires of my soul
Restore my home and my family?

Oh Lord!
What am I to you?
Are you partial in your ways?
God forbid!
You are fair to all men
Show me neither partiality nor favoritism
Bestow on my soul what I deserve
To every man show equity

My soul is weary in contending with you
I plead to you again
Satisfy the desires of my soul
Bestow on me wisdom, mercy and strength
For I am hopeless without you
Cast away from me the curse of my enemies
Rid from my heart hatred and bitterness
Restore your life in me

For darkness can’t comprehend thee
Your light can’t be shut off or your will denied?

Oh Lord!
God Almighty is your name
From ages to ages, you change not
You are above and everything else is beneath
My soul needs you
My family needs you
My home needs you

Go ahead of my path and make my road a little bit straight
I am like a stranger in a horrid place
A troubled soul
You are my hope
I would wait on you even in death

If I perish
Let me perish on your lap, begging for mercy
For I know that in eternity you would remember my tears and show me mercy
And there would be restoration for my soul

I am weary of this battle
I need your peace and tranquility
Even my enemies rest better than I do
They plan destruction while I plan peace
Yet

I am the one that is troubled.

Harry Omoregie

Together and Forever

Like the morning dew gathering around my head
Like the desert dust rising above my feet

Like the arms of a goddess wrapped around my waist

Like the tender touch of an angel caressing my chest

I am now beginning to see

Like the tale of two lovers

Finding each others arms after seven life years

I am now beginning to hear

Like the dance of two warriors

Waving the flag of victory

Chanting the words of freedom

I am now beginning to understand

Like love soaked in a million kisses

Harnessed in seven hundred years

Planted in two hearts

I am now beginning to know

My Love!

Together in a circle

We shall be one again

And in one center

We shall never fall apart.

Harry Omoregie

The Wage

Like a ship driven by the wind
So adrift
Her anchor plummeting in the deep
Searching for that to hold her strength

Like a soul piercing through the abyss of consciousness
To find that the solution lies in the problem

Like a laborer exhausting his strength in the field
In the day and the night
In the rain and the shine
To earn a wage to spice only the flavor of the belly

Like a hero cut short of the glory
Set aside a trophy
That to live is to die
And to die is to live

For what honor is the dead to the living.

Harry Omoregie