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1d · 9
Cheap Dreams
Staring at the sky, thinking about my life!.
Sigh... If only my life could think about me, and if only the sky could stare back at me!.
Apr 29 · 158
Sweet Wonders
Ahhhhh Chickens!
Such fascinating creatures, the way they walk, the way they run, the way they eat, the way they look.
And of course the way they taste. Hnmm, how tasty indeed!
Apr 27 · 182
Morning Song
Early in the morning.
Birds besides my window, singing songs, flapping their wings.
Bothering my sleep. Go Away!.
Apr 24 · 104
Roses & Bones
If wishes were chickens, beggars would eat.
But life is not a bed of roses.
Oh! How I wish it were.
Apr 22 · 81
War Piece
1.) Sitting by the window side looking at the sky, thinking back to the good ole days "boy" those were the times.

Kids playing, women gossiping, men arguing pandemonium in the market square, A normal day indeed! Those were the signs.

Filled with hopes and ambitions, making jokes and gestures where could we have gone wrong in a journey of a thousand miles.

Amidst the chaos and commotion, distortion and confusion there were better days ahead or so we thought.  A stitch in time saves nine.

2.) O sky full of mystery, O earth filled with misery, the moods have changed food I shall not taste for the clash has begun!

Empty houses, burning bushes meaningless I should say, this world has gone mad how I wish to be reborn.

Blood is thicker than water, my tongue is dry as I wonder; slash, splish-splash. What do you think is dripping? My blood or my sweat, matters not!  Soon I shall join the rest.

And when all is complete, with bodies torn to bits; ravening wolves, sickening clothes. I take my last breath and exclaim "It is finished".

Finished indeed! Displeased with grief,  the aftermath you can not fathom, our fall to the deepest bottom. All started well, none remains here.
Mar 25 · 52
Mirage
Mirage- Prosper Anyanwu A.I

1. An Echo is heard, but the sound is mellow.
It leads me down the stream, ripples are shallow.
An ecstasy of paradise, but fantasy with melody.
My eyes are closing, all senses thou dull.
This life is better; I feel light as a feather.
2. O Heart full of joy, Ye mind full of ease.
A voice is heard, this time very loud.
It leads me to a cave, a bright light is flashed.
My mind is back, a comatose indeed.
Behold my body, with patch and ****.
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Mar 19 · 76
The Unknown
1.   Horses are stead, trumpets are heard.
Swords were sheath, blood is shed.
The topic is art, with groups of larks.
Some questions are asked, but the lesson is yet to elapse. A place and a time, with riddles and rhymes.
Stories are told, in harmony and hype.

2.  Once upon a time, with passage of lines.
The end is near, be patient and calm.
My mind is sooth; my heart is eased.
Remember to breathe, from the pressures of heat.
The sun is up; the rays have come.
My mind is dull, O body, why numb.
Mar 17 · 150
Forest of Passion
1.) Beautiful and mysterious like a tulip.

Supple, yet smooth you flow as the wind.

What sort of creature is this? I asked!

She is "Anna", they replied.. in a ridiculous manner.

2.) Thou shall not be frail, let not your eyes turn pale!.

Courage, you coward! And overcome your fears.

I am but a lost lad, the worst of all men!

This creature you call a woman, will forever be my best nightmare.
Mar 14 · 164
Complexity of Life
Still like the waters, bright like the sun.
It never stops flowing, show me if there is more.
Ye shall be ecstatic, yet quick in ranting
Foul words run loose, the music shall be exciting.

2. Spirit is happy, soul is ******.
Love quite an illusion, the aftermath is commotion.
Sing my hymns, the hymns of joy, feel my pain, the music thou shall pay.
Every color is unique, my advice to you.
Death is a gift, embrace it be cool.
Mar 14 · 145
Life's Burden
The rays of the sun reflect on my eyes, from early this morning.
Thus I am still weary, Ye I shall scorn.
I try to chase the wind; my mind is too unique.
My heart filled with rage, O my why today.

2. Now it is noon, thus the scorching heat.
The boredom is depressing, for all I do is sit.
Perhaps I am contemptible, for my laziness.
My selfishness is outrageous; I am without context.

3. The sun is down, my energy is depleted, my willingness is diminished.
I am full of pain, relieve me of my misery.
Thou cannot save me, I am derisive.
Who will come to my aid, for I am dismissive.

— The End —