I bid not a plethora of gold
Or silver for thy love,
Not a giant graceful palace
Or beauteous robes
Equal bid i for thy love,
All I bid is my heart soaked
With the juice of love.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
Not the vast beauty,
Thy lovely petals hold
Grew my crowdy love for thee
For even if monster thou were
Like unwholesome caliban
Same pollens of love
I would have filled thee to the brim
I love not thy beauty
For not forever I may have it,
Truly,my love sprang,
Before thy beauty I saw
And lives it
when thy beauty is gone
Beauty is just a lender of love!
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
Let be my country.
Pleas',murder it not
Take me to the calvary
And let its death,I bear
Take me,take me,take me!
Not my country I can let die
For it,I soo much love.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
When mum died,
The public litter bins became the mangers that sheltered my dinner.
When mum died,
I became a wardrobe of reekish rags,a popular carteen for flies When mum died,
The streets became my nest and the noisy mosquitoes my bedsharers
When mum died,
The dark clouds roofed me in rainy days and nights
When mum died,
The wet winds give me warmth on cold days and nights
And the sun pelted on me ice on warm days and nights
When mums died,
I became a family farm ox instead of the lawyer I dreamt of
When mum died,
I knew i lost my goddess on earth.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Before thy made a single walk off my sorrowful presence
I missed thee a billion times!
I knew not when my hand held firm thine hand that was a thousand mile off mine
But I knew the huge power of true love made me seek thee in that stormlike gallops!
Truly,true love made me an iron trap that can't never let thou go!
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 6:54 AM UTC
Who shall power we give?
No,comrades!
lie,corruption,greedy or selfish
Let they not have it!
Unpatriotic,Lazy,oppression or cruelty
Give it not to they!
On the palms of wisdom,honest,humility,patriotic and hardwork
You must let power lie
Yes,give it to good,merciful and tolerance!
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
They that murder,rebuke the devil
They that rob or plunder,rebuke the devil
They that rape,rebuke the devil
They that fornicate,rebuke the devil
They that exploit,rebuke the devil
They that work prostitution,rebuke the devil
They that lie and gossip,rebuke the devil
Oh when will yourself you blame for your own wrongs?
Not the swarm of blames you give the devil baptise your evils with the liquid of virtue
Remember when the devil makes you practice vice,his work is done
but is your work done when you do not virtue?
So equal yourself you scold for not dwelling in virtue
And tell me if when come the doomsday,the devil you will scold to escape the swallow of hell.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
Mock my bulky eyes,
If you think your zig-zag legs are arranged perfectly
Mock my crooked head,
If you think your shapeless ears are trimmed perfectly
Mock my broad nose,
If you think your lengthy head is perfectly crafted
Mock my mountainous lips,
If you think your protruding forehead deserve not a mock
Mock my enormous head,
If you think your fat jaws has a perfect shape
Mock my amputated hand,
If you think your three fingers make five
Mock my one leg,
If you think your one eye make two
Mock my ugly face,
If only you think your single toe make five
Again,you mock me
If you have all perfect!
Not all you mock i bought,nature gives!
Remember when the mother monkey mocks the sunken eyes of her son,
she equally mocks her self!
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
Oh love,now I feel you!
After the dozen years you lay me breathless in that psychiatric infirmary
Where i thought of her always
And made love to her in dreams.
Love,for the many years I saw you not,i thought you lived no more
Untill this day you brought to me my lost rib who cured my love casualties.
Truly,in her I saw you!
Yes,in her I saw you!
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
I must compare thy glowing eyes to the giant sphinx of pretty Egypt
Thy gorgeous lips to thy glitterings earrings of jade
Thy fine feet to thy golden pair of ears that beam a hundred variety of beauty
Thy skin of glass to the sweet dawn breezes of harmattan
Thy black hair to the magnificent face of late cleopatra
Thy face I must liken to the beautyful history of old Egypt
And thy love my birthright.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC