#1.....His Bearer's Plea.
What would it cost to send a million dogs to war,
Than turn my babes into raging Beasts?
Leave the Boys to grow and revel in age.
Leave them strapped to their mothers *****
until nature run's its course and calls them MEN.
Without guns,rage and War pivoting that stage.
Too many broken Boys parole as Men,
building bridges without appeasing the gods below.
Too many hold life at its helm,
boasting of nothing to risk or gain,
Inflicting Pain to ease their pains.
Too many were sucklings before Wars came,
cruelly snatching them from their mothers breast....
handing them guns when milk was what they needed.
#2...His Lover's Plea
What price COULD I have paid to save my lover's head from being Twisted with tales of war?
the man I once knew now resides in a realm of obscurity
dodging reality, dreading emotions, refusing one ness.
A man with hands now Cold,
my skin forgets the prowess they possessed in the past,
a gloomy present looms.
the man whose weaning I continued, now bites hard till my ******* bleed, the taste of blood he now savours.
Cries of war creased the tenderness off my lovers tongue.
What did i owe the earth to be robbed this way?
What kind of man will my children call father?
Well....What will it cost to send a million dogs to war,than deny our babes the privilege to wean until nature calls them MEN?
©Comfort Amiso Pius
2018-08-29
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
I've not lost yet!
Though Its seems I have.
Every letter spelt on the walls seem to say the same.
Even Truth has lost its true meaning.
Still,I've not lost yet.
Stopping Time from telling my story,
I tell it myself.
Grabbing the Same old tissue box for my tears
I mumble on and on without a pause.
Listen,
I've only started this walk so spare those words that judge my strides
I'm awake within my Senses,
Feeding life into dead souls,
Stopping time from telling my story,
I tell it myself.
With highs and lows between the lines
Causing life to exist in ink.
I've not lost yet!
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:41 AM UTC
Some things find a way to exist in isolation
But i chose the the Comfort of your kisses.
It almost makes sense,
At least that's what I tell me,
Reassuring my being that you exist
That your kisses exist.
Blind? No.
Maybe stupid? Kinda.
You exist,I know you breath..I've felt you
I Love you..
And I fail to see how senseless that is.
You make sense to me
Even though your kisses only rain in my Dreams.
©amiso_pius
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
If my eyes were to be lenses for Photography, they'd only Exist in Monochrome.
I guess that's how it was meant to be.
Me,viewing the World in only Black and White.
Grey sometimes may creep in,offering a third option.
Other than that, it'll just be me and my eyes seeing the World in a more Sombre State.
©amiso_pius
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
Black and white
Brewed,
and grey is born.
Colour me grey. In,out.
And i'd paint the world anew.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
Share your heart with me
and tease the flowers.
The night rain is just a happy water cooling the world.
Share a smile with me
and tell a tale unwritten,
for love cant wait to color our hearts
tonight.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC