Oluwasgun Chidike

Oluwasgun Chidike
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Author. Story Teller. Dreamer. Prophet of YHWH. One Of Those Revolutions Will Begin With A Pen.
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Another upbeat, intense, spiritual warfare poem of life. God allows stuff to mold us to be used by Him.
A short spiritual poem of truth and love. Love poems: a cornerstone.
Two major doorways for sin in society. Things that create widespread damage and destruction spiritually. Magic and temptation. God is faithful though. Here's a spiritual warfare poem. God has brought me a long way. My craft is still attacked by demonic forces with lies and malice but ...
An abstract spiritual warfare poem of truth and identity. Broken Tokens.
Here's a lengthy intense spiritual warfare poem of a new original style experiment. Starting off simple and increase in complexity. It's still rhyme though.
A short identity poem. With God, I'm feeling so suspended in the atmosphere just like the earth is. Light is life.
Just a poem expressing three sides of a particular point in time long ago. Random times as these were significant periods in time I'd come to know God personally.
The concept of being "blind", "sleep" or spiritually dead is not of the Light. For God is of the living and the Spirit allows ignorance to nothing. Faith is eternal. The Word is eternal. Tribulation is fleeting though. For all who choose righteousness.
The path we end up on depends on who we live for. The pride of life can easily beset those who have succeeded at achieved goals. The Light is a matter of humility before anything.
A spiritual warfare poem of identity. Here I talk about more good and bad in my own spiritual life and reaffirm my position with Light to the devil.
An old college writing assignment I ran across.
This is pretty much an abstract identity poem. Spiritual warfare based.
Things that comfort me: God, poetry, pleasing aromas, and healthy foods (well, I'm trying to eat healthier anyway). Such things always calms my soul but the Spirit of God does the most. The devil tried to throw me off but God recenters me though thorns will be present.
It's been a long-running plan of the devil to destroy me or my voice and platforms in anyway possible. I'm aware of a pressure in the air that wasn't present before the smear and distortion campaigns. I put it in God's hands. Either way, it's a lot to take in. I let go a while back. ...
A poem about persecution and one particular aspect of it I've experienced throughout the years. It's a way to control and deny an individual a freedom through an organized evil or a way to provoke into having a reason to condemn. A long-running thing as well.
A poem about just that. Plenty Waves And Seasons a spirit life consist of. Rough seasons, smooth seasons, intense waves and calm times. But, the goal is trusting God to the point where peace exists within and isn't changed by the external reality.
Here's a short abstract poem of romance. Random.
A spiritual warfare poem of life, persecution and truth.
It's important, it's important, it's important that a vessel has an accurate perception. And the world as well. I'm hungry for understanding and thirsty for righteousness. That's all I can see for myself at this point in life. Utterly enthralled by the goodness and the Light.
A short abstract poem of spiritual truth. The Light shall, indeed, return. The Lord is the Light.
I've witnessed some highs and lows in life. Clarity and obscurity. Such things enable understanding of God's movements and actions in the lives of His children. Everything from pain and peril to joy in refuges, God doesn't make trash. For it is satan who yearns to pervert all He has ...
I know for certain that it was the grace of God allowing me to be great. The world didn't owe me and God surely didn't. The goodness of God exalted me beyond comprehension as my desire to do His will expands. Eternally.
A spiritual warfare poem of growth and understanding for me. Though, now the Light consumes entire aspects of my life, it wasn't always the case. Even then though, God never gave up or forsaken me. The cold times taught me how to stay warm. And cool...
In Spite Of all I went through, I still shine. Learned how to take the good with the bad and enjoy it all. Giving up is not an option.
Flak Compactor incorporates a lot of word curses of the time. Bringing Light and more illumination in this one. Life for me has been quite a trip. I learn a lot though.
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