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I was glued
At pairs of immature sailors
Constructing titanics.
So huge So fast.
When they took
To sail
For permanence,they sunk.
Take it slow on these relationships.
I know of a man
appealing like a million dollars
but his net-worth cannot
amount to a single cent!
The devil does not have horns remember he was once an angel.
I hear it's dark
There is no electricity,no food,
no sun-just the moon.

I hear it's not safe too
There is no money, no love,
no birthing-just abortions!
From the unborn baby's perspective.
2am's are colder than overnight waters;
Frail hours manipulated by flames' want of being put out-
The prey is peace tormented by envy,jealousy,greed-haunted Insomniacs.

2am's-a regretting phase
to a drunk caller not returning to
his habitat,for a syndrome.
A shadow he cannot outrun!

2am's determinance of tenacity
remembering her roots,
Theatre of dreams for
an awaited by responsibilities
African first child.

2am's grip blood,sweat and tears
Of night-shoppers' preference
Of used goods;
In carts,even when wet
for its not about taste!

2am's feel for a diasporan's spouse
Once a patient veagan hastily entombed in a game,
Long demolished by poachers.
Let their scent not
attract devastation;
Fallible stems and petals,
Ego of a garden
With a possession
yearned by eyes
rubbing hands at
their growths spectation.
Let their base clench
only the goodness within
the soil.
Their bodies know
the palm
when time's right.
Let the truth given
to them steer their blooming
like the voice repeatedly
reminding them what not
and what to do
Amen.
A dedication to all the flowers who never lost their worth...all around the world'CHEERS'
I was at twentieth crossing to twenty-first
when green lights turned baby blue.
In these places you are not
allowed to do anything
without regrets or financial plans that'll
be dismissed as Invalid.
You do not fit in like a
mulatto in these places,
For the 'dare' requests your opinions-
only to tell you how young
people like you shouldn't
be in places you live.
Nothing gets going for it's
either rocky or potholed In these places.
It's the speedy cheetahs like us
sprinting to faint in these places.
Places turning self-proclaimed lions into puppies;
Laughter Is a jewel and loyalty
becomes rare like everything else In these places.
You get to understand the materialisticness
of life In these places.
For those that you go with
will threaten to leave you In these places.
...This Is the best poem I ever wrote
He does not see or hear her since the war
A massacre an apology cannot erase
His consumption to cannabis stubs
And get-high quick remedies
It's been said the children are not his
what then has he to fight for?
These are the consequences of home wars usually.I just wrote this poem based on experience.What do you think of my poetry guys?
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