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This Was How I Know That My Father Died Traumatised.
My father was a loving father, which wanted us to be the best, yes, he was an ex-serviceman who is not akin to trauma, but the ill marriage traumatised him to his grave. One of the days, I came to visit him and he called out to me, he showed me a magazine with pictures of children on it, in each child on the pictures of the children, he inscribed, names of I and my siblings and place them before…
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Letter To My Child
Letter To My Child
I have written to you my child Out and in a time like this now Not to think ill of our neighbour No matter what it is that has befallen us But never believe in any man’s creation It bubbles within and brings heart aches Nigeria is one of the examples of all
I have written to you my child What is man-made never lasts It comes with strength today And bring you burden and weakness Tom…
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Life Like A Mist
In fear and tears rolled Permit him a passage To the riverbanks of life Where dwells serenity And the shore current Tells of the peace not Humanly given at last But heavenly paradise As he lay down face upward breathless
Let him find peace here For many are the things Most he had longed for They stand and stares At him and while he wash Away from this earth life Like though he hadn’t been Born for any good…
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Inkless
It bubbles within But my words are few As I needed a refill To pen down my wits Heart for the world Behold I’m inkless
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The Heart Way
Find the way to my heart Scavenge the carcasses once Search if there be anything left Root out and down the high walls! Long ago they’d caged me here From knowing what true love is Walk through the path of my past Welcome to threshold of immortals Love spoken in words but invisible visible From the paths thereof embrace me with Knowledge of the broken heart once threaded Circled with saddest…
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Dried Roses
Last night I was with you But it wasn’t the usual night I was lost in myself lately And there you stood as Dried roses
Of the memories shared The heart longings of ours Quest to find ourselves The sound afar off this end Dried roses echoes
When flowers dies off Of what beauty does it hold Just like other creatures It lay as dried as time bomb Dried roses
Of what purpose at last Is friendship built on?
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Take Me To The Altar
Take me to the altar tonight The guided vaults can’t stop us Re-echoe those heart blowing Words of yours that engulfed me Like fireworks shining bright in the sky That I am better than thousand The numbers that sets me up
Take me to the altar tonight Re-echoe those heart blowing Lyrics of paradise lost and regained Within our hearts love is reawakened With those eyes plugged deep Down underneath this…
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Our Plea
Be the crime that should be abets And I will be the accomplice Be the case that should be tried And I will be the jury to defend it Our love shall be the judge of the trial Love on this jurisdiction we vowed We defend it today against hatred
Let me know you like legal maxims Aphorism not found by many The words that shows prowess Like the black law dictionary To be able to converse well Before my lord at…
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Diplomatic Request
Diplomatic Request
Please book me in, And tell your personal assistant To let me in when I come It is a rainy Thursday that seems as It is an eventide that tightened the vibes The Preshy that all diplomats crush on
Please book me in, And I had done that long ago You name is engraved within The black and white marbles That you may be allowed a passage To red chambers opened for the few You have been…
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Diplomatic Request
Diplomatic Request
Please book me in, And tell your personal assistant To let me in when I come It is a rainy Thursday that seems as It is an eventide that tightened the vibes The Preshy that all diplomats crush on
Please book me in, And I had done that long ago You name is engraved within The black and white marbles That you may be allowed a passage To red chambers opened for the few You have been…
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The Story Of JC And Friends
The Story Of JC And Friends Part 1.
There lived in the old city of Afara a young lad whose name was jc and he was the only surviving son of his late parents out of the nine children of his parents who were dying one after the other before the parents decided to leave the village and make their abode in the middle of the forest away from the village of Afara in the eastern part…
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Just Live It
Just Live It
Out of that nothingness which metamorphose into the so proclaimed living things according to the man on a voyage into the Galapagos island on his quest to finding what and where we came from, just live it!
I know not what it was for which he so wished to sojourned into the heart of the sea and the island of Galapagos seeking for the lost origin of man which he chose to call…
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And I Enquired
AND I ENQUIRED OF THE BEING WITHIN.
Why are thou weary for the now? It was a great gift from on high and for all. Why have you been so dreadful to live again ? Is there no more purpose for this breath within? The spirit within cries and longs for the spark deep That satiate the soul from all panic physically
How has thou been this allentato of thy hold? Thy then celebrated ecclesiastical sermons
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Stop crying your heart out
Stop Crying Your Heart Out.
Listening from the heart invisible Mind at the top of the mountain invisible Thoughts from the both side invisible The brain housed with stones invisible Imagination has taken its roots invisible Rendering the soul shipwrecked invisible Stop crying your heart out.
Hopes lost in the awaken of the day we thought Tears became our soul’s anchor for we thought Daily we look…
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Drunk In Pool
Drunk In Pool
Listening from the melodious strings of the great orchestral Life so deep like the small river in my village that is in the central I swim like a man drowning up in an ocean that is in the astral Quickly I arose from my many a sleep, for I lost moral
The drunkenness of the day I thought it was though Not knowing what was going wrong in that lough Like the turtle’s shell I saw faces…
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If it ends today
If it ends today would you not be happy?
That you have once lived among men and not otherwise unnoticed either That it was said in the writings of the old, from time immemorial, life is a gift We that are still living shall be caught up in the sky the soul rejoiced in the morning! A day cometh that the intellect once celebrated is now beneath reality
Shadows disappeared and shades hides no more
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The Cuddle
The Cuddle
For my blanket I have left in the summer years, that my loads may not be heavy on me while on my journey away from home Forgotten the winter days and it’s cold, for my wandering was in the land of icy frosts I will be returning to the spring break from where I could trace back my blanket again alas! For autumn time has a lot of leaves to make my bed And now I seek for my darling to…
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