You asked me to stand strong.
That I ground my foot to earth,
But how firm can my weak limbs hold on to these slippery grounds?
You asked me not to shed tears.
That I hold back my tears and be a man,
But for how long can the weak walls of eyelids hold back the stormy seas of tears from flowing out?
You said, I must show myself a man.
That what I feel always be faked,
But for how long can I fake strength and show might that I don't have?
Can I ask? Is it wrong?
To cry, admit weaknesses and seek help?
Must I always act unhurt, happy and strong even when I'm hurt, crying and weak?
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 11:15 AM UTC
We confide in you to keep that which their eyes must not see
You are a dress of confidence to us who embrace thee
The princes of Solomon always crave for us because of your wonders
If not for you, our hunters would assume our cracks to be our barrenness
Keep concealing and shielding us till they see the gold in us
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC
With how sharp and deep you pierce, I'm sure you must have the sharpness and height of Goliath's spear.
No matter how many horrorful stories about you are told, nobody understands it until they have a personal feel of you.
Even when we tell them how we feel when you hit us, we remain the only ones who know how it feels to be crushed
You are almost like death - unknown until we cross the line.
Blessed are those who never met with you. But I wonder how much they would know about this life without an encounter with you.
Maybe every young man and woman must meet you sometime because if they choose well, they'd not leave bitter but better.
When you pass through a life, it feels like drinking a full keg of cold liquor mixed with broken glass pieces and more
Even chocolates are tasteless and love poems become meaningless once you arrive.
Your power can **** love, hope and joy and leave those who believed in them with momentary emptiness.
Though you once in a while give the hint that you'd be passing, you mostly come unexpectedly to do your worst.
You are like the night that replaces the sun and feels our eyes with tears so we can't see the stars of night.
You see, those who are dead know they are dead but those whose hearts are broken never know exactly what it is they are going through.
Broken hearts don't heal, even when they come together, the scar remains like a tribal mark under makeup.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
IF U LOOK INTO MY EYES, YOU'D SEE A NICE MAN.
MY SMILES SAY EVERYTHING IS FINE.
WHEN I WALK, YOU'D SEE A CONFIDENT YOUNG MAN.
MAYBE WHEN I SING YOU'D LOVE IT.
BUT WHEN YOU RAISE MY SHIRT, YOU'D SEE THE BRUISES
IF U KNEW MY STORY, YOU'D KNOW MY SMILES ARE FOR A THERAPY
YOU WOULD KNOW I WALK THE WAY I DO JUST TO STAMP DOWN THE PIERCING PINS OF LIFE.
I ONLY SING BECAUSE NOBODY WOULD LISTEN IF I JUST TALKED
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
The wall was walking and the rivers stopped flowing,
Life stopped and the rocks grew bigger,
But the dead beats of my heart told me I was alive.
Nobody was speaking and only ghosts were murmuring from afar,
I was still in yesterday when tomorrow bypassed me.
My keys failed to unlock my doors and my loads grew heavier.
My dreams went behind me and failure beckoned from before me
To run didn't seem wise; my limbs seemed to fail me,
Even if they hadn't failed, to where do I run?
For the door remained locked and the keys still useless.
Quitting seemed wise, but the voices of my numberless dependents cried;
So I looked on them, smiled at them to give them hope
Then I turned, walked and cried my heart out unending,
My lips seemed sealed but my heart spoke to my God
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
Her palm is rough and soles of her feet cracked,
Her waist so stiff, yet strong,
Bending and rising beneath the sun's blows,
Yet her smiles as wide as a queen's,
Always adorned in tattered fabric 'graced with daily sweat'.
She didn't love it, but she must do it;
Waking to meet another beautiful day of 'peanut hunt'.
She has many mouths and hopes looking up to her,
Almost like a curse, she must hurt alone to give them joy.
Her labour yields much but she earns only peanuts.
Pruning, spraying, harvesting and processing all year,
Only to share at a loss with the powerful men.
She can't quit this trade though she hates it.
She does all, not to free her self,
But to grant her seeds a break from the curse;
That old foe - poverty always before her,
Tho uncertain her seeds would make her proud,
She never returns home till the day's work is done.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
The best remains our desire but the fire that sends our feet and hands to the worst keeps burning
Sometimes, our hearts get connected to the holies, but from nowhere an asp lets in a venom drop
We train our minds and hearts to be fit soldiers for His army but then we quit once the snares invite
We almost cried the other day to be saved from this wretched cloak of a body but we seem to love it too
The battle remains fierce the more we choose to keep moving up,
A forward step is met with the threat to quit moving,
The desire to give in seems foolishly reasonable,
We dwell there and deem progress arduous,
The highway robber grabs our joys,
He plants a fast-growing seed,
A seed of fear,
It crowds all our self-worth and faith and teaches us that we can’t do right.
Who will answer with an arm strong enough to slay this liar?
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
They are a heartless population who depend on us,
They ate the eggs, chewed the meat, drank the palm oil and left our young malnourished,
They drank our wine but failed to give us water,
When I think of how the gods depend on us, I feel more god than them,
With their powers, they never move without our aid and never eat till we feed them,
These are gods that are spoken to, never hear and never talk back,
We see them but their eyes are closed and their ears deaf to our plights,
When their priests bring their supposed messages, it is wrath and curse with no blessing.
These gods have no peace and so offer none,
Anytime we looked up to them, our hearts remain restless and our minds peaceless,
Can they give what they don't have?
Because they were carved from our finite thoughts, they are limited in power and exploits.
They **** but never give life,
Are they gods who can't make?
Are they gods when they can't forgive?
They never wrote to us, so we never knew how to please them; yet they accused us,
That's why we left them behind when the God who was LOVE called us.
His light outshone their dark ills, cleansed our stained selves and offered us peace and Hope.
I present to you Jehovah.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC
The world of friends has never been devoid of conflicts.
They just choose to place more value on their friendship than the conflicts.
When they share with each other, it is not because they have so much,
But because they learned that group joy exceeds personal happiness.
Friends know how to live alone, but understand that people need people.
Friends don't agree on everything but they move together anyways.
They decide to see the needs of each other as theirs
By time, they'd feel and move to ensure the best of the friendship together.
Friends do not ignore the value of the investments their friends make for the sake of the friendship.
To ignore what your friend does for the friendship and refuse to make a personal commitment to invest in it is an act that kills the friendship.
Facebook.com/Selorm Charles Deku
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
He goes and promises to return
He always does - so we believed
He's faithful as a healthy heart
Never missing the time to return
He is gone! Reported a messenger
Yes we know was our retort
Of course he is gone and said he would return
No! I mean he is gone was the messenger's next line
The man of valor fell prey to the claws of death
The innocence of our minds took long to comprehend
What does it mean to be gone and not return?
What city is that far and strong to keep the strong man?
We're growing to only know that he was
Nobody who in his stead steps seems to know,
They never know what he means to us,
Nor what he does, they're all unreal actors
If that city still exists, we too one day would be gone!
Painfully we'd leave here but hopefully we'd meet him there
Maybe he still lives with his smile and bravery
In his arms by his help, we'd build our world in that city
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC