A Poem: Can Death Stop the Pain? (A Duet).
Can death stop the pain
Can death stop the pain?
The sorrows, tears and the hate?
Lying six feet beneath, would I be saved from this very heat
All alone, having no ounce of hope, would you let me elope?
Elope with death because that's my only aid
Can death take the pain,
When life's scourge smells like death,
And being human gives me pain,
When I don't possess the supernatural,
And can't change the hand of time,
To make one rich or break austerity cultural,
Can death lessen the pain a dime?
Can death stop the pain
I'd love to go with death, side by side
But what would I gain
Faced with ill luck, all I want to do is to give up
Alone in my grave, would it put smiles on mum's face
It'd ease my pain, imagine dad's fate?
It'd be that of sorrows, grief and a whole lot of sadness.
Can death stop the pain?
My wistful heart wonders in confusion,
When bad circumstances keeps falling like rain,
And challenges challenge one to frustration,
When even the poor ant feels the heat
Of the same sun that bites the people of ostentation,
When the drum of life changes its beat.
Can death stop the pain
Yes it goes a long way
I'd be from all the pains, everyday
Grief, tears and sorrows would be mum's fate
Tears all over
Her nine months gain left within the speed of light
Leaving nothing but memories for her to hold on to
Dreams shattered, hopes scattered
What joy does one derive from burying her child?
Can death stop the pain?
When hopes time seems so long,
And my lifeline is as red as Cain,
When all around swims in the wrong,
When situations become stubborn like a goat,
Can death change the state of things?
Can death stop pains boat?
©Daniels Pen™ ✍️✍️13th February, 2021.
©Chi Chapters™✍️✍️✍️
Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 6:27 PM UTC
A Poem: Rapunzel (A Duet)
A parcel of good virtues
A blessing to the world,
Sealed up in parents issue,
From the lessons of life, hurled.
Finding solace in the noise of the street,
From the serenity of my room.
Observing the masses from the comfort of my suite,
Has always been the pattern, the next day I resume.
I feast on the books at home,
Enjoying the soothing sound of silence,
No 'hi' to any friend I have in Rome,
Enveloped in the evil- is- always-outside incense.
I only know what's inside this box,
Silence, Depression, Darkness, and Padlocks.
I want to know what's outside this box,
Delight, Hope, Ecstasy, and the 'hawk'.
Sealed up in the veil of discipline,
Exposure to growth stolen from me,
Hidden beauty is on silence line,
At times, religion makes the world get out of the key.
I'm protecting you from the wrong crowd,
This is the song I hear all day long,
But that's not enough reason to keep me bound,
Mother, for how long?
Stop painting the world with a bad brush,
I'm tired of viewing the universe through your eyes,
I've suffered this much,
It's about time I said my goodbye.
Naivety is birthed in overprotection,
Stop hiding the truth from our damsels,
Stamp out evil thoughts and fears and let life help mold me to perfection,
I'm sorry, but I can't remain a forever bound Rapunzel.
©Daniels Pen™ And ©Tunisworld✍️✍️✍️5th March 2022.
Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 6:26 PM UTC
FADED
Friendship brings a bond,
Strong and thick like a deeply inked paper,
Where love can't abscond,
And the common ground always gets better.
I was the ink pouring myself on the paper,
When you just poured a little,
We made it thick till you left the paper,
Leaving me with no little spittle.
I painted the skies with pictures of our tomorrow,
Enclosed by an incurred force of attraction,
The hammer of disappointment I couldn't borrow,
Yet you hit me with a metal of disconnection.
We were good friends, I kept building a house for something more,
Till you vanished into space like a ghost,
And peeled off the love within leaving me with a sore,
And burnt the words I kept for our toast.
Our friendship was sweet as honey,
Little did I know that the energy wasn't aided,
Little by little the thick ink kept disappearing as it got sunny,
With time, everything about you faded.
©Daniels Pen™11th March,2022.
All Rights Reserved.
Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 6:24 PM UTC
THE LOST TREASURE.
Wandering around this desolate life
With nothing on the strings of my heart,
Through the footprints of my carriers,
I was oriented on the need to trend on the path of peace and not of briers
At a point in my diary,
It dawned on me
I lost to the way of unwary,
I discovered that my pole pointed to the city of destruction,
I cried bitterly, I needed a hand to save me from its consumption.
After days of sacrifice and self denial.
A treasure was given to me and upon me was poured integrity's vial,
I was given a living conscience and a companion who never fail,
Survived like a relic, solid like a nail.
My life spoke good about me, a light unquenchable,
Till my flesh began to bring before me what was on its table,
I shunned at first, but my heart had changed its latitude,
Like a two faced coin I had two life's, I had dual attitude.
At the voice of every warning bell,
I tried to bring my lost self back from backwardness cell,
Unfortunately, the force of its enticement held more grounds than my beliefs and orientation,
Gradually,I begin to fall like a tree! I fall without recognition.
The nature of my fall was unfathomable,
In various aspects of my life I wasn't stable,
Oblivious of the treasure I'd lost,
I live in the delusion of the powers cost.
My conscience was sealed with an impenetrable rod,
The instincts I had against evil was chewed like a cod,
I misled my followers by my frivolous desire,
I lost the treasure! I lost the fire.
I couldn't do it right, graceless and I wasn't docile,
Nerves of goodness changed to aphrodisiac nerves that were mechanically controlled and mobile,
The garment of integrity was taken away,
Self-management was employed, yet my heart knew, the treasure has been taken away.
©Daniels Pen™ 26th April, 2021
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 7:40 PM UTC
A CRY FROM RAFIKI.
Far away from the circle of oxygen,
In a land filled with dry bones,
Where elements of the earth were absent even nitrogen,
Where darkness is the King and silence the cornerstone.
A land of invisible creatures,
Death starring scarily at me like an owl,
I was like a blind bat to their culture,
I became as little as an aul.
Creatures with faces of a vulture and the strength of an eagle,
Who's sinew is from darkness,
As weak as an ant before a beagle,
I was hurt, bruised and made powerless.
Like a man fighting a lion with bare hands,
I fought, but the invisible and the visible operates on different backgrounds,
Overpowered by their powerful wand,
Under their voice I have no sound.
Out of my depravity and captivity,
Out of the deepest sea of darkness,
Out of the dragons bucal cavity,
I cried my heart out in my distress.
My voice was turned to smoke,
I could be seen uttering words but nothing was heard,
I kept crying and trying to swim out with all strokes,
Personal efforts were all deterred.
Immorality almost choking me to death,
I couldn't control the power that engulfed me,
The pool of tears soak my heart with depression,
Who would hear a cry from Rafikis dungeon?
© Daniels Pen™1st May, 2021.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 7:38 PM UTC
A FOOLS PARADISE
Genetically designed with a black heart,
And a nature inherent right from the beginning,
One whose ego dominate like a king with fingers smart,
A slave to nurture ill-mannered meal he keeps reigning.
He mocks at his Creator,
Put on the garment of hypocrisy,
Philosophy from his shallow brain, he makes his mentor.
Living in the mirage of wisdom and sleeping on ignorance sea.
Tossed to and fro by every sense *****
Breathing in oxygen and breathing out death,
Living and walking with the clothe of a dead man,
He is alive, yet a slave to death.
His eyes bathe him with the sponge of fornication,
His tongue spray on him the perfume of greed,
His ears pulls him to tale bearing and condemnation,
His skin pull him to quest for beauty's need.
Speaking sense but living opposite,
Sane on the road, insane in the dark,
Yet, he turns his back on God thinking his life is exquisite,
He lives in a fools paradise without a negative spark.
© Daniels Pen™ 13th May, 2021.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 7:37 PM UTC
FORSAKEN
Surrounded by bodyguards,
With an unction that cannot be deterred,
And power to overcome crimes that'll warrant heavens red card,
Victorious living got the enemy embittered.
Fortified by the sword of the Spirit,
Under the wings of the Mighty eagle,
Pleasures of life waving its alluring flag of temporal merit,
The bell of the world's beauty swinging to and fro glittering like the sharp end of a needle.
It started with a little desire,
Then its gravitational pull increased,
And then, a little admire,
My love for Him lost grease.
He gestured, but I was carried away,
He called, but my desires blocked my ears,
The enemy happily said, now he must stay,
I desired shadows and left the key that destroys fears.
Gradually, I crumbled,
From the high tower of protection and power I fell,
The enemy tossed me and I tumbled,
Oh! My degradation, what tongue can tell?
I lost immunity and became prone to every little wind,
Like a child outside the umbrellas covering on a rainy day,
Every drop of battle and fire falling on me and fiercely finned.
Like a piece of paper,
I was torn and broken,
I lost Him and His protective wrapper,
I needed no physician to tell me, I was forsaken.
©Daniels Pen™ 28th May, 2021.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC
The Face Behind The Pen.
That face has got some cracks,
Cracks that made him learn,
And severed him from friends that are quack,
The dream becomes a soundtrack.
Sometimes the face is wet,
When tables turn and the pen seems upset
He had to change his mind set,
And grumble about the asset.
At times, the face is blue,
When the wind of disappointment and failure visits his pen,
And blows away the ink
He puts on a face so new,
The face has had some marks,
When that rod gave him ten,
An ugly trauma he disembark
Those marks ignited a positive spark,
With red eyes and a frowned face,
After life has heaped its dung on him like a hen,
He braced up and set a new pace,
A rugged adventure he embraces.
Joyous moments makes the face happy,
Makes him filled, like a big fat hen,
Not allowing a thread of depression make him a puppy,
The face behind the pen.
© Daniels Pen™ 2021.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 7:35 PM UTC
A TASTE OF HELL
Blinded by the honey in leisure,
Entangled by my quest for wealth,
The tree of life I didn't treasure,
About my life, I wasn't stealth.
I dreamed and desired good morals,
The chains I never saw kept pulling me down,
My tears became my secret choral,
Bound by vices and walking in their town.
My life was in an acephalous state,
My desires were contrary to my desire,
Freedom was the song in my heart but ******* in the plate,
Forced to eat of its soured meal, indeed I was under fire.
Like a hypnotized being,
Memories of righteousness evaporated from me,
I had four eyes for seeing,
Things I saw appeared four to me.
As a part of me wanted goodness,
The bad part had more power,
My garment of morality was burnt and I was given pills of sadness,
I lost every good thing my heart's horoscope saw, down in hell I went lower.
A point where one has two hearts,
One desiring good, the other blackness,
Desiring peace but controlled by wars cart,
I knew the Light, yet I was controlled by darkness.
Surrounded by powers invisible to the human eyes,
Stripped of every good thing, living dead, a freed captive, I was too sick to tell,
I squeezed out time to write concise,
To tell you, I once had a taste of hell.
©Daniels Pen ™9th June, 2021.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 7:34 PM UTC
LONER
Out of the gills of struggles,
Came a star meant to shine,
Out of the valley of battles,
Came a male who is to change six to nine.
Upon his safe arrival,
Naivety made him feel loved by everyone,
Oblivious to the fact that people took him as a trival,
Every door step evicted him and wanted him gone.
Reality dawned on him,
He had to fight tirelessly by himself,
Working and singing hopes hymn,
Sleeping and waking in his own shelf.
Alone came I into this sphere,
I must keep struggling in my little corner,
No one cares, not even the air,
Hence, on this ball, I am loner.
© Daniels Pen™ 2021.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 7:30 PM UTC