Biography of Itai Oscar
Itai Oscar is an Architect and an ordained minister of the gospel of Jesus Christ. It brings joy to his life to see lives being transformed for the better after being in contact with Him. He loves reading all readables that are descriptive. An appreciator of any form of creative art.
With no schooling whatsoever in the area of poetry he started scribbling his feelings or imagination on paper and playing around with words. It brings joy to him when readerts comment his work. Take a journey through his mind...
Itai Oscar Poems
At the midday of my life, I take a glance at my rear view mirror behind me I see speed humps, curves and road blocks I come into cognizance that there has been a delay
He spit his words like bullets out of a machine gun My ears absorbed every word like a dry sponge to water The words were not words of hate But the words were words of truth
Abraham And Sarah
Early that morning Abram had told Sarai to pack their belongings 'cause they were leaving their kindred
Behind The Walls
Looking at the facade its aesthetically pleasing but when one peeps behind the walls
In the middle of the night when owls are having their lunch and you're lying in between the sheets
My muscled up healthy smile approaches you, arms outstretched for a warm embrace But in return your smile stretches
What's On Your Mind?
Sitting alone on an old ragged couch Your legs crossed and a hand on your chin Your eyes staring into space Your food going cold in your plate
Poet/Painter - The Difference
The differece between a Painter and a Poet They both see a picture in their minds A Painter expresses it through brush and paint A Poet expresses it through words
I had my first breakthrough when I came out of the womb through the birth canal I inhale-d my first breath on earth
One Drop Of Blood
One drop of the Saviour's blood caused an earthquake when it reached the ground on the day He was crucified.
When Heaven Is Brass
When Heaven is brass and the land iron I work hard but will not get results I plant seed but not get any harvest when heaven is brass and the land iron
It is said that love is blind They also say action speaks louder than words If love is blind
If only I could reach the top shelf of my life I would take out a folder with my life events I would unfold and see the years that were lost 'Cause I lost so many years doing nothing
Dead Vision Resurrected
I walk around the graveyard at a snail's pace Trying to figure out where I had buried my vision A pick in one hand and a shovel on the other The day I buried my vision is still vivid in my mind
That Dark Night
On that dark night it was so dark that one could slice it with a butcher's knife.
Even an owl would struggle flying around on that dark night.
On that dark night.
Cumulonimbus had gathered together all his friends.
They were on a parade preparing to release a great storm.
Their presence eclipsing every star on the face of the sky.
On that dark night.