What is so
complicated in
these things
that were
supposed to
be so simple
and beautiful.
Besides their
tremendous
simplicity is a
very vital part
of what you
want to be.
Immense profound
untapped energy
have a lot of
perplexing imprint
on our psych.
It brings back
memories of what
is inside of us.
We just need
to push harder
to manifest the
hidden gem within.
But our body
after it's travesty
needs fixing and
much cleaning.
The stratagem system
of the blood
looming will fog
up your being.
That's just part
of the mess
we inherited.
Thoughts formed must
help to rebuild
the body system
for deeper vacuum
of the debris left,
so bliss can
finally return.
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Don't hold me
responsible for the
rainfall tonight,
it comes to
reveal how much
i hurt and
the way my
tears flows because
of my brokenness.
I am really
a fool being
the way i am.
For the rain
and the darkness
of the night
makes it impossible
to reach you.
I am still
standing at the
corner with the
thunderstorm in
the rain waiting
for you while
you stood
under the shade
of a tree
kissing another.
Do I blame
the rain for
coming down or
my heart for
foolishness or
you for not
loving me.
Should i blame
the thunderstorm
because i didn't
win her heart.
But there,
also standing in
the rain stranded,
is someone
calling out to me,
a stranger.
Maybe love has
finally arrived.
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Stories as told
by the eyes
are numerous.
In your eyes,
are written hidden
memories of the
tales that have
to be told.
History are made
from the story
by what the
eyes have seen
in moments over
the times.
The eyes stole
my words and
i'm speechless.
My mouth is
dumbfounded and
cannot be fully
persuaded to express
all the things that
eyes have seen.
The stories the
eyes have told
are amazing.
Beautiful as it is,
it captures and
keep records of
all that confronts
its vision and view.
It penetrates everywhere
not opaque in nature,
visits the still
and the movable.
Like a movie,
translate and transcribe
into words whatsoever
it envisioned.
The eyes are
the windows to
the soul and
sees beyond the ordinary.
It awakens emotions
from deep slumber
to confess the
hidden crimes of
the soul.
Alive and ever
moving,
it tells the
tales of the
unbelievable occurrences.
The mind sees
through the eyes
before utterance can
be made by the mouth.
Whatever the eyes
sees is indelibly
impressed in the
mind.
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In my silence
i heard the
murmur and the
heart beats of
your heart like
the ocean waves
whispering subtly
so softly in
the ears of
my heart the
words of love
that abounds
in your heart.
I waited patiently
to hear all
the tales your
soul can reveal.
I know the
loneliness you
feel within
when the love
is not reciprocated
and the heart
refused to
be comforted.
But worry not
about it,
the stream,
even the waterfalls
will always find
it's own path
to the sea.
You know not
that the ocean
calls out to
it's own,
all the waters
will find their
way back home
to it's source.
In your silent
walk to find
love,
that which you
seek is also
looking for you.
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Deep love
like deep rain
receives its strength
like deep breaths
from deep feelings
from deep emotions
from deep heart
pounding like
deep drum beats
calling the deep
to answer the
deep making deep
impressions upon the
deep canvas of
life's threshold
to bring comfort
and solace to
our being.
With deep
happy thoughts
deep memories
are made.
Deep within ourselves
hopes are rekindled
so deeply.
With deep love
the greater light
are subtly ignited.
From the depth
of our being
deeper than the
oblivious abyss,
from the world
that surpass hope
and fear comes
deep courage,
with wings to
make us fly.
Deeply to delightful
high we know
deeper that the
higher than the
highest watches
even deeply
our oppression from
the very beginning.
Our hearts in
deep solemn silence
offers deep gratitude
to the bliss received.
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Most things beautiful
fades with time.
Charm is deceptive,
beauty is vain
and not skin deep.
All is vainglory
and are temporal.
Beauty is like
the green leaves
at autumn season
that changed
their colors and
fall away.
Illusions of the
optical eyes are
actually like magic
in which things
are not what
they seem.
Objectify their form
and you will
see their difference
in appearance.
Nothing less and
nothing much can
be deduced out
of all their
shenanigans.
Behind the eyes,
hidden beneath
a wrinkled face
lies the beauty of
a beautiful soul.
In that subtle
solemn smile,
hidden in the
quietness of his
silence is the
true treasure of a
time tested wisdom
of the mystery
of his nature.
There is nothing
so passionately
exquisite than
an encounter with
a beautiful soul
with a mysterious
alluring smile that
revealed his
gracefulness.
Heaven is within
that soul,
touched by the
afflatus of the
spirit drawn from
the cosmic.
Never have i
seen anyone or
anything so magnificent
as a soul
touched by heaven.
Such is the
heart full of
love divine,
infused by the
hieros gamos,
the sacred marriage,
that makes mortals
into deities and,
possessors of heaven
and earth.
They are almost
equals to Angels.
Always doing good.
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The mountain top
is wrapped in mist,
so cloudy that
i can't see.
Right there,
there is dense
fog dripping water,
out of nowhere.
Whenever my
heart hurts,
my head aches,
my soul mourns
and cries out in
sobs and groans.
Moaning softly like
a child whose
fingers were smashed,
all the body aches.
My eyes cries too,
my face suffers
with salty tears
dropping down to
my mouth,
even as it
drools with saliva,
my nose dripping
with slimy stuff
to warn of
how much
i hurt inside.
My heart misses you,
I miss you.
Close your eyes
so that your soul
can see through
the heart to
know how much
you mean to me.
Even in daylight
the heart can
still be surrounded
by darkness as
it is broken.
But you can
now know that
even the fallen
leaves are the
most beautiful,
they will always
blend in synergy
with the sand to
form the manure
for yet another
beautiful beginning
to sprout a seed
for the growth
of every plant
that gradually grows
into an Iroko tree.
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