Art! True treasure of all entity thou art
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes
Who brings the raging enemies to its knees
And create thyself delicious meal
In thee lies true knowledge of all inventions
Unto poets heart, showing thu great addiction
Unconquorable is thy deering-do offspring
Who wouldst not desire one or many of her offspring?
'Twas you that made mother and child dear
Many a man thou didst respect and fear
Even the great artistc being thou created
Not forgeting your endowing clemency.
Surely, thou art true treasure of all entity
But thy mystique existence needs some clarity!
#McNaevets -2033
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
These are words driven
By the imposition of a million dollar lie
Upon the tenderness of our humaness
Lies crafted in hearts of men
To annihilate the good works
Of our forebears who stood for truth and justice
#McNaevets - 2015
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
when pain
was soaked in tears
and dreams
was broken by days
my whole felt unsafe
'cause heart
indulged
in perilous ruth.
But,
these words struck me,
FAITH!
engage
not in hate
and
embrace vates....
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
Genevieve
Genevieve
14 hours ago
J.
Funny, what the human mind does to protect itself.
He was broken, as I was
And I thought I could fix him.
No
I thought I could be a solution.
I wanted to be the answer
That the universe whispered in response
To his nights alone in drunken tears.
Wanted to be the perfect fit
To the gaping hole in his chest.
But I was not prepared.
I gave up my heart and soul
before I really knew what that meant.
I gave him my mind and my will;
Everything, anything he wanted that I could give
I gave
I let him take all that he wanted from me
Let him run my soul dry,
and what was left,
What he didn't want
I threw away.
I was too young,
Too naive to understand
The gravity of my choices.
That is,
Until he told me
that it wasn't enough
I wasn't enough.
I was not freedom.
Commitment is not a freedom
And he didn't want any of that.
So there I was, left with only pieces
of myself.
Not enough left to put back together
To make a whole.
Just a hole.
Empty and lost.
I was in love with him,
and to be fair,
He loved me, too
But not for who I was.
But for who I became for him.
When he tired of that,
He found someone knew to sate his interest.
And failed to mention the change.
Coward.
It's so fuzzy now.
Hazy, even.
Like looking through a ***** windshield at twilight.
I can't even remember a twinge of that love.
Not even a pinprick of the agony.
The holes in my soul don't ache anymore,
Not for him.
Funny, what the human mind does to protect itself.
To the man who captivated my thoughts for 2 years, and left me with nothing but scars to show for it. This is not complete yet, I'll be making some changes here soon.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
when pain
was soaked in tears
and dreams
was broken by days
my whole felt unsafe
'cause heart
indulged
in perilous ruth.
But,
these words struck me,
FAITH!
engage
not in hate
and
embrace vates.....
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
I mourn for me
because mourning is all I feel.
I mourn the souls forgone
lost brethren denied the dawn of a new day
I mourn the aborted children
lights of the world shinning
only in the beyond.
I mourn for the breast that never gave suckle
to a child
and the child that never ****** breast.
I mourn for broken homes
The genesis of a rotten society.
I mourn for children and graduates
on the streets chasing vehicles
and turning to our own Usain Bolt.
I mourn youths basking
in the decadence of morality.
I mourn the ideology
that everyone MUST go to school.
Creativity lies dead
and a certificate is the only aim in our head.
I mourn because of what I see on TV
Vixens displaying **** bodies like CV
I mourn for my sisters, aunties cousins nieces;
Victims of domestic violence.
I mourn because they agonize in silence
I mourn for inmates in cells,
Cells worse than hell;
I mourn for those innocent crimes
those locked up for a little fine.
I mourn for creative minds
discouraged by the webbed hands of piracy.
I mourn for the Fallen Giant, NIGERIA,
chained hands and feet,
Master of corruption
and slaves of procrastination.
I mourn the incessant fuel scarcity,
half baked graduates
from the substandard oven
of our varsities.
I mourn 'cause we have lost the way.
These are what I mourn for,
I mourn for this and more..........
when will yonder future
glue back dreams with suture?
shattered dreams is what I mourn for
being amidst sorrows that hollow our fellow.
I mourn for war victims
in Gaza, Syria and Nigeria
that wakes not with joy.
look at that girl and boy
their bloods spilled on our soil.
I mourn for you, my queen and Roy.
with piety I pray thee sweet eternity.
I mourn for forgotten souls
What does yonder holds for us?
I mourn lost heroes;
those that sleeps with saddened pillows.
I mourn
I mourn,
how many wake
to see the dawn?
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
This is an application of love
penned by the one who seek a place in your heart.
These are thoughts from my inmost desire
that arose the very moment I set eyes on you.
My real and undying love
have been thematically written here
and mine words are of lasting scents
and pleasures....
please read in Love's accent...
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
TO UFEDO
I
Can thy radiant beauty
cease its duty to ray?
Can the rainbow of your smiles
cease to baptize me in gay?
Can the awaken eyes of mine
tell not the beauteous ride of dream
which indeed is he look in your eyes?
No, it can't.
Then how could my heart plea
the adorn of your wholeness
when all that's portrayed of me
is affections for real.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
I
Can thy radiant beauty
cease its duty to ray?
Can the rainbow of your smiles
cease to baptize me in gay?
Can the awaken eyes of mine
tell not the beauteous ride of dream
which indeed is he look in your eyes?
No, it can't.
Then how could my heart plea
the adorn of your wholeness
when all that's portrayed of me
is affections for real.
II
Look within my heart
Its abundant care like rhythm of lullaby
Look within to see
The naked and punctured lines
that erupts like an earthquake
At the sight of you Mona Lisa
No artificial can withstand your naturals.
Then how could my heart plea
The warmth inn of your whole
When all that depicts of me
is drunkenness of you
How could you not reason with me?
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Life.
Perplexing, mysterious, joyous.
A maze with no end.
A room without a door.
A soul with no heart.
Why is it like this?
Everyday is a heart beat.
Never knowing when it stops.
Every second turns
to minutes,
hours,
days,
years.
It's limitless.
There are no boundaries.
Fate and Destiny don't control you,
you control you.
It is what it is.
Life.
Dreaming, passion, hope.
Achieving isn't everything.
Reaching your potential is.
Dreams lead to hope,
to belief,
to passion,
to success.
Success is endless love.
You can never have less of it.
This is success.
It is what it is.
Life.
Tough, challenging, threatening.
Obstacles change you.
They are the boulders
in life.
These boulders are meant
to be overcome.
Many stop,
but few continue.
The essence of life
isn't to scare you,
but to create you.
It is a mirror with
no reflection.
You create the reflection.
Obstacles are who you are,
there is no boulder
to big or tall, but
it can be intimidating.
That is the challenge,
and
It is what it is.
Life.
Sad, gloomy, melancholy.
It is a fruit that is sweet
and bitter.
Death always haunts your shadows,
but few know when it comes.
It is a trap that many know but few see.
This is the reason for life.
Though sad,
it is the reason for existence.
Death is the one thing
we can never outrun.
Longevity denies the truth,
and medicines further you
from reality.
Though we know it,
we never know when it will happen.
Many sorrow for death,
but embracing it is the only acceptance.
Life is a journey,
and death is the end.
The end of your journey
And the beginning of
a new one.
This is death
and
It is what it is.
Life.
Intricate, jubilant, doleful.
It is a journey of a lifetime.
Very few see the truth,
and many will never know.
From beginning to end
and after, it is a book
that will never end.
This is life
and
It is what it is.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC