The words we
uttered are from
the letters of the
alphabets of the
spirit meant to
bring solace and
sanity into the
affairs of man.
To combine one
letter with the
other two or three
alphabet is to
form the words
flowing through the
door of our mind.
Words are powerful
spells that help
alleviate stress of
confusion and bring
order into what
our mouth utters.
I know myself
in my words.
I don't look for
myself in the
middle of the
darkness of the
words that flows
out of my soul,
for the words
turned and
become light when
they come out
of the darkness
of the heart.
It was dusk,
with the rosy clouds
dotting the western
sky after the rain.
The glow of
one warm thoughts
is to me worth
more than money.
No man jokes
with his inner peace.
He opens his
mouth and words
come out.
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It had to
be you I'm sure.
But i dare you
to leave,
for the love in
your heart won't
let you go away.
But once I love you,
would you stay
forever.
This love and
what I feel
is not a
casual encounter.
I am a
prisoner of love.
It's definitely divine
and deeper than
you think or
imagined.
For the fire
of love is
burning within
your heart
to sift you.
In your lost,
you found yourself.
I want to
disappear too and
be found with you,
for you conquered
your loss.
For the rainfall
must finally find
it's way to the
sea at last.
You are a sigh of
relief gone forth
to ease my
heart of the
pleasure of the
pressure of finding you.
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Circles of life,
roaming round
and round.
Hush it's coming
again like a
minute decision.
I'm a man
on the ledge
but it's just a
dangerous affair
to fall for her
just like that.
I met you,
and I was
afraid to
like you.
I liked you,
and I was
afraid to
love you.
I love you,
and now
I'm afraid
to lose you.
One half of
the world
cannot
understand
the pleasure
of the other.
Because everything
around the world
is a road trip
to no where.
Even right now
you are not
so sure.
Are you?
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The gods are wise.
Just saw the
drunken wretched
old man became
a millionaire overnight
as he picked up
from the floor
an old crumbled
piece of paper
of a lottery ticket
that changed
his life.
Did you just
see the way
the mountain
moved for him.
And yonder,
she preaches
about love.
Her heart got
hurt and broken.
She became
pregnant for the
one already taken,
the one she
can't be with.
You know already
that anyone who
desires the rose
must first deal
with the thorns.
The ability to read
and understand the
weather does not
exactly exclusively
exclude you from
rainfall.
In one way
or another everyone
must experience
the loss of
a loved one.
No one can
surely survive
a day or two
without water.
Ask those who
live in the
desert how terrible
the heat of
the sun can
be without a
shed or water.
Anyone who
refuses to listen
to the warning
of impending danger
must suffer the
consequences of
disobedience.
That is the
price he pays
for stubbornness.
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From my writings
you'll see the
beauty of my soul.
My life and heart
is bare and open.
You have a glimpse
into my life through
the words flowing
from the heart.
From my stories
you can envisage
the history of my life.
The cries of
my soul is wrought
and wrapped around
my words.
Understand me,
all you who
peeps into my world.
Don't judge me
for I'm not
answerable to you,
but browse with
an open mind.
for you cannot
do anything about it.
Absolutely nothing will
come out of your
analysis of me.
It is not
in you as man
to judge me.
It is not
your path
or your life.
As hard as
my life can be,
it is submerged
in love.
How can you
judge me when
you can't even
understand half
of what you see.
Be careful of
what you see,
for it may
carry a heavy price.
All that you
see are not
what it seem.
They are illusions.
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He came to
see her from
the ghettos.
But love is
a beautiful
thing to cast
away.
The ghetto soul
is still in him.
Ghetto sun shines
around him
but love is
stronger than death.
She likes the
rugged side of
him.
His shattered life
seems like a
scattered flowers
by the doorstep
of the ****** drunk.
He is still
a beautiful flower
in her vase.
Tenderly she watered
and nurtured him
back to life.
Her love holds
them together,
for she believes in him.
Her love dismantled
his brokenness,
he is now back
from the ghettos.
Recovered from a
down life and
polished with so
much love,
he is now a
man of honour,
well respected
and accepted.
Love now blooms.
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