Laz writes

If it gives you joy, do not let the whole world know about it. Don't overshare your source of happiness. They cannot fight what they don't know. There are people who smile at you, but behind that smile is an assassin's face, the smile was just a mask. beware.

Does Man Really Know

Days and times, years and seasons;
Of a man here on earth, who knows?
His going in and coming out,
His escapades and endeavors of life,
Every commitment he puts and sluggishness?

The days he has a break of a life time,
Whether to the beautification of life,
Or even that which destroys his life,
In whose hands is the fate if it all,
That he can appeal to when it doesn't favour?

Moments he wakes, moments he sleeps;
Every breath from his nostril and blood flow,
Does he have full control of it all,
Or it's a system that works on its own,
Yet many a times it fails, again it also works?

Is he aware of his roots yonder,
The place he originated from in the beginning,
Or he's still uncertain and is driven haywire,
By a wind of knowledge everytime,
And never has he settled to the truth?

The clock ticks, and it keeps on,
Then one day it dawns in him;
When on his side it stops ticking,
That he never held his life, not at all;
And that he just lived, and without knowledge.

While pursuing things in life will he know,
That he will have to endeavour living,
Not just for the sake of this life,
But for a life that awaits in eternity,
And that which he calls a myth appears to surprises him.

~Soul Quenching Poetry~

Laz Writes
2026

Normalize having the faith that God will provide. Even when it isn't clear yet. He is your father.

Let Praises Rise Like Incense

Greatly will I acclaim this O Lord,
That I don't need a single reason,
Not even a single one to praise,
Like birds of the air everyday,
Very early every morning they do it,
Even when they are shivering,
And their bones quaking with coldness.

I will recount of your goodness,
I will sing of your unending mercies,
I will meditate of your enduring grace,
I will shout of your exeptional love,
Luridly on mountain tops I will make it known,
That you alone Lord, deserve the praise.

Even when in darkness I'll do it,
I'll force my heart to remember,
My soul will glorify your eminence,
The strings in my heart will beat like nyatiti,
All cords in oneness will sound,
And speak of how marvelous you are.

Lemme do it today and forever,
Speaking of how great you're,
And greatly to be praised is your name,
From one generation to another,
From one era of existence to another,
You alone remains in existence,
For you're the rock of ages.

Seasons will come and go,
Generations will come and go,
Beings will appear and perish,
Like wind they'll disappear,
But you'll remain;
the emperor of the universe forever.

~Soul Quenching poetry~

Laz Writes
2026

There are battles we fight and they're always looking for legalities to down us. We understood that long ago. Somebody things the reason some people have chosen celibacy for such a long time is that they have a problem.

We have watched and seen the powers that master people around us. Anyone can have a woman spend a night in their house, there are those of us who don't even allow a visitation. Seems mad right.

We love perfection too, even perfection of visible beauty, even to them we said "Hi" we rejoiced they said no, because at some point we realized it was driven by lust. Sorry for that. We are happy some relationships did not work.

We also have those specifications of beauty too, but we have laws governing us. We know the day we trip a little, we are done because of where we have come from and where we are going. Not everyone is fornicating, they are tempted too, yes. But they are not taking pride in it, note that kindly.

There are those of us the devil awaits just a small trip, and then a long life guilt and a lot goes berserk including the vision and destiny oriented practices.

There's a reason we pray for long, there's a reason we fast for long. We know we are weak, but also we have mastered the weakness and proclivities. Some of you boast of this strength and end up marrying having slept with one another. Yet when you come public you pretend like nothing happened.

It is dangerous when the only beauty we can describe is the visible one. The devil knows how to package it depending on your weakness. He will master you first, master your appetites, love for money, love for beauty, etc, then package a weapon for you. Yes, a lifelong weapon.

Only us thinks we need something for today or Tomorrow, everything the devil does, he thinks generations. So you see what you call good, it's good yea, but we choose to avoid it. We appreciate it but there's something that constraints us. We have different laws. There are those who call it hypocrisy, well n good. There are those who call it self righteousness, well n good, but If it can preserve us and our generation, better it be so.

May God give us understanding.
Shalom.

My Sweet Princess, My Beautiful Confusion

I have a princess whom I love so much,
She was the reason I cried at first sight,
When I was born and appeared in this world,
Perhaps I remembered her from somewhere—
Or maybe it was the love we would someday share.

When I asked her out one beautiful day,
Her reply came quickly, without hesitation;
But do you know what I feared next?
My pockets would begin to yawn big time.
Surprisingly, she asked for nothing—
And I started wondering if this was really love.

I killed a dead lion just for her,
I found it lying lifeless along the way;
It was the very day she agreed to love me.
I grabbed it by the neck, struggled with it,
Then laughed at myself—
Because how do you kill what is already dead?

She once asked me if I had another woman,
You know me right—I said, “No!”
Then she asked about my mother,
And suddenly I became perplexed.
I wondered, “Where exactly is this investigation going?”

When I first approached her,
She told me her heart was locked.
I thought, like Wi-Fi, I needed a password;
But guess what?
With nothing but words, I somehow got in.
Perhaps love has better hackers than technology.

I noticed a certain behaviour when we met,
So I asked Google what it could possibly mean.
Google kept loading, loading, and loading,
Until it almost crushed itself;
Then it finally replied,
“This one is beyond us.”
I laughed and walked away—
Understanding women, I leave to the Maker.

If you could see her smile,
You would bear me witness;
It is a weapon of mass destruction,
A killing tool designed specifically for man.
One smile from my princess nearly sends me away—
To that place of no return for men.

I thought love meant holding hands beneath the moon,
I never knew it also meant explaining—
Explaining myself at noon and afternoon,
Explaining why I did not reply on time,
To a message I replied to
Barely five seconds later!

She is the first thought I have every morning,
And somehow, the reason I sleep late at night.
Things I never did before,
I find myself doing because of her.
She has become my peace and my confusion,
My laughter and my beautiful headache;
A prison I would gladly pay to stay in,
A sentence I never want to end.

So, my princess, if loving you is madness,
Then let me remain completely insane;
For even when you confuse me,
I still find my way back to you.
And if love is a beautiful prison,
Then lock the doors and throw away the key—
For this is one prison
I will happily serve for eternity. ❤️

~Soul Quenching Poetry 🥀~

Laz Writes
2026

Hope For The New day

We see the sun shine as it dawns,
Hope for new beginnings everyday,
And we give it our all for the day,
As we push on, with diligence till it sets.

Yesterday it never happened we agree,
We know it never did but we march on;
Because we are prisoners of hope day on;
We don't faint but keep on pursuing as a spree.

The banks of the river burst out,
We are tempted to despair and fear,
When the waters range and it's clear,
That even our efforts will amount to nought.

Our nerves we steel, day in day out,
Even though some days we don't feel like,
Those are the days pleasures of life strike;
And we ought to call them out.

The day breaks, the sun shines;
We walk not in darkness anymore,
Our eyes gazed beyond, hoping for more;
As we keep on going, striking till it cracks.

Power, we will posses power for the day;
Winning, we will win for the day;
Enduring, we will endure for the day_
And we will garner all for the days to come.

~Soul Quenching Poetry 🥀~

Laz Writes
2026

Take Heed My Soul

Bless the Lord O my soul;
And forget not of His benefits,
Bless the Lord O my soul;
And Remember His majesty,
His powers from days of old,
Them He wrought with a strong hand,
From where he took you from;
Pits bellowing and swallowing chasms,
With His strong hand he lifted you,
And gave you a place to hold.

Give regards to the love He shows,
To them that are cast down,
To them casted to be forgotten,
Yet He remembers them all,
And lifts them from dungeons,
Even the children of a desolate one,
And gives them hope of life,
Walks journeys, even long journeys with them,
And never forgets them at all,
Even when everyone neglects them.

When you're tempted to despair my soul,
Remember your maker and be glad,
He that watches Jacob is for you,
In the day of darkness he lights your way,
When you're neglected, he's the only embrace;
When you meet a wall he gives you strength,
Grace to endure storms that ravage,
A covering in the scorching sun,
An umbrella when the rain beats,
And forever He remains your sure insurance.

~Soul Quenching Poetry~

Laz Writes
2026

What Then Will Happen

When the earth is shaken,
And the foundations are out of course;
Where will the righteous go,
Where will they run to hide?

When the worldly anchors are destroyed,
The hope of the earthen is shattered,
Everything breaks loose;
Where will the people go?

When our eyes are blinded,
Our legs broken, and amputated;
What will be the next step,
And how will it be managed?

When yesterday seems to have been better,
Today will be manageable,
Then tomorrow becomes worse,
And there's no hope for the day thereafter;

When darkness begins to loom,
When thorns begin to cover the way,
When tempest storms begin to range,
When thrones begin to be plucked;

When the might begin to fall,
When injustice becomes the norm,
The innocent are silenced forever,
And it doesn't seem at all to change;

Will there be hope for light to shine,
Will there be a season of new begining,
Will there be moments when germination begins,
Then the people can hope again?
I guess only for the righteous.

~Soul Quenching Poetry 🥀~

Laz Writes
2026

We Kept On Walking

One day we will remember;
The days we didn't give up,
Even though we had all the reasons to,
When darkness covered our way;
Mist and fog blocked our path,
And the way forward wasn't clear,
Yet we kept on going.

The days we just woke up,
Still broken and bleeding,
Walking to an uncertain ways,
When the future felt uncertain,
But we had to wake up and walk,
To the place we were broken yesterday,
Yet we kept on going.

Will remember the days we limped,
Carried ourselves though broken,
Days hope carried us uphills,
The rough roads we walked,
The endangering valleys we strolled,
The destination was uncertain,
Yet we kept on walking.

~Soul Quenching Poetry 🥀~

Laz Writes
2026