“To speak of love and being in love alone is not worse
as when you can’t lift the load up or put it down.”
I’ve been a space runner.
The harder I try.
More tears I cry.
Chasing this planet.
Ignoring others in the galaxy.
‘Tis a pity I picked this planet.
Than it chose me.
Giving me ceaseless runs.
I’ve resolved,
I’ve decided,
To quit running;
To quit chasing;
To end romancing;
This planet that tickles;
My unimaginable fancy.
I’ll ride on this lonely road.
To find my mojo.
As I live in crass oblivion.
Hoping to sail smoothly in my spaceship.
To wonderland where widest dreams live.
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Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
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If he were a man;
what name would he be called?
‘Cause he has paid all my bills,
He forgives all my ills,
He even helps me with my impossible kills.
The way he comes sometimes I don’t expect,
His works I’ll always respect,
He has walked with me than anyone else;
much more than friends with fake caress.
God: If he were a man.
When my hope suddenly dwindles,
He watches over me mercifully,
He understands I’m weak like trickles,
And I could barely give a sound bountifully,
God: If he were a man.
Tell me, what will he be called?
What kind of throne would he occupy?
Wouldn’t His Majesty be so high?
How’d He have coped with streams of endless guests?
Give it a good think if God were a man.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
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Cassava pudding,
Vache soup tray coming.
Fresh French milk cooling.
To my table comes la vache.
Accompanied with a great echo.
As an underdog's status gone ashy.
Reality kicks what was once dreamy.
Conquering a war full of undying army.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 3:06 AM UTC
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I learned life's lessons.
That everything happen for a reason.
You'd better start seeing the blessings.
Supposed I have affluence.
I would have had wrong influence.
My life would make no difference.
But, house a clingy pest called a woman.
She'd parade in crass pretence.
When she loves money over the man.
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
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How can I not know;
she is agabagabious?
How can she sum up all my mistakes;
just to table them one day?
We argued about anything.
But I didn't see what was coming;
was way weightier than I thought.
Little did I know,
She busied herself piling my acts.
And she made up her mind to quit.
Just one last shot killed me.
I know there's no redemption;
when a woman wants to go.
Because her mind is made up long ago.
If you try to keep her in her state.
You will keep a ghost in a shell.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
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Let me clean this cauldron.
I must keep it fit, not to abandon;
what tomorrow holds for me.
For tomorrow is heavily pregnant for me.
I must seize every moment.
And stop seeing posing predicament.
I will be glad this one very long day,
Doesn't roll its mat into my next day.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
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Today's twenty four hours,
Seem like seventy two hours.
Everything happened just fast.
Each ugly moment chose to last.
I saw myself thinking on my toes.
And I couldn't make stew with my tomatoes.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 12:21 AM UTC
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If some days were longer,
Today would be the longest,
And direst day for me.
All annoying activities lined up.
Like it was made up.
To mess the day for me.
I know the day didn't mean to dare me.
She didn't mean to upset me.
But, it was worth a one very long day for me.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
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The female gender is beautiful
A part of our existence
Without which we got no experience
You see her here and there
She is designed delicately for care.
The female gender is awesome
She was wired to want some
No, to want more
She bear a part to adore
Her innate nature resides in the room of praise.
The female gender is colourful
She makes the world beautiful
Than would flowers, rainbow and music
The male gender hypes her up
She likes to be talked-up.
The female gender is an amazing album
The world can’t put bottom.
Imagine the world bound in boredom
And, God didn’t give Adam
A female gender to pamper his emotion.
Human kind would be bankrupt
Without love to sooth wounded souls.
Without her we wouldn’t have evolved.
The male gender would retire his soles.
And mankind goes into extinction.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 12:01 AM UTC
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Your demise is devastating.
It’s shocking last I saw you;
will serve the last I will see you.
It is haunting;
like a dejavu tormenting:
my mind periodically hibernating.
It's still a dream to me.
I recall the titbits of your dreams;
you shared with me.
All down to the hurtful hands of Hades.
Though you're not my close pal.
But I know you’re one with morale.
The little of you I know, my rationale.
It hurts you left so soon your place of Royale.
Rest on.
Good night Eric.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC