She lay quietly
submitted to the
warmth of my
body wrapped
so softly and
gently in my arms
feeling safe,
unperturbed by
the noise outside.
She lay asleep,
her breath so
soft on my cheek.
The flicker of
the moonlight reflects
on her face
as she lay
sleeping.
Her beauty as
if from another
sphere reminding me
the fairytale
of the mermaid.
She entangled her
leg around my
feet as if
she never wants
me to leave
her alone thereby
unwittingly forcing
me to lay
still until i
finally dozed off.
As I slept,
i dreamed of her.
I dreamt about us
playing in the garden
surrounded by beautiful
flowers and drinking
nectars from all
kinds of edible
flowers in honey water.
She looked into
my eyes to
make a toast
and as our
silver cup touched,
i woke up.
I woke up refreshed.
It was just a dream.
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My heart is so
grateful for the
glorious treasures
of love with
immensely abundant
joy in my soul.
Joy is in
the air,
it's in my heart,
pulsate in my soul
and in my blood,
and be seen
in my life.
Rivers of joy
flowing in my being.
It is everywhere
i look,
it has an
overwhelming power,
it's effect is
awesome and
captivating,
magical and beautiful.
Joyful tenderness
in the morning
and a blissfully
grateful heart in
the night.
My soul is at peace
for my joy is full.
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Look in the mirror I think
There's something on your teeth
You see how easy it is to smile

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The day you
cried in the
rain,
did it really
washed off your
pain.
A day after
the rain fall,
was it actually
your turn.
To be in
love with you,
is it not
a good thing.
All came out
because it is
the time.
There's something
on your teeth,
let me see it.
You see it's
not so hard
to smile.
It gets easier
by the day.
Be assured,
it can only
get better.
You are the
one to decide
which way your
life goes.
Plan to work
out your plans
and finally reach
your goal.
Truly there's
nothing more
beautiful than
to be here
at this moment
with you.
It's really good
just to be here.
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Let this season,
this yuletide season,
be the one
of joy shared.
The one that
brings peace to
that restless soul,
succor and solace
to comfort the
confused ones and
bring reconciliation
to the alienated.
Give a piece
of yourself to others,
like God gave
his only begotten
Son to you
and the world
whose natal day
is the reason
for this season.
Let it be
the one that
truly reflects the
heart of God
in man.
Let us see
others as God
see them.
This is the
time to start,
extend your hand,
your heart and
your resources,
respond to their
silent call for help,
hear their cry.
See the pain
behind their smile.
Be compassionate.
Your little bit
support and supply
of something in
some small way
is everything.
Let that child
smile again,
reassure that widow.
Your gifts may
not change or
stop the pain
but it will
surely go a
long way to
ameliorate and bear
on their situation,
and that would
have been enough.
Let us remember
the motherless,
the sick and
the critically ill,
the blind and
the crippled,
the orphans and
the lonely ones,
the elderly and
the forgotten,
the less privilege,
the downtrodden,
that neighbor who
who seem so
distressed.
Partner with me
henceforth to lift
them up.
Let us really
mean it when
we say to someone,
Merry Christmas!!!
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This wish is for
you who cares,
the wish is for
you who peeps
into my heart,
to see what
lies deep beneath
within it,
the one who
is so courageous
and has taken
the time out
to find a seat
even when there's
an earthquake within.
A happy heart
with good feelings,
that is what i
meant by that wish.
Wishing you the
very best life
can give,
the amazing sweet
awesomeness life
can offer you.
The beginning of
something uniquely
magnificently and
beautifully new
will arise to meet you.
Let the start of
a new dawn
emerge for you.
May it enfold
you in it's
***** and have
the fruits to
bless your life.
May your roots
be refreshed and
the dead leaves
of your life
start to sprout again.
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The life of
the courageous is
definitely not death
but to survive
by any means
necessary and live.
Cowardice is definitely
not an absence
of courage,
it means you
survived today for
another time.
It means safety.
It means you
have won just
for the moment.
What is the
point of dying
when you can
save yourselves.
Even the best
General in an
army loses a battle
and strategize
for another day.
Cowardice means
inner strength to
bear humiliation,
but is it
not much better
than to die.
Let me tell
you now in truth,
there is no
honor in death.
Only thing that
gets you honor
is to stay alive.
To survive is
more honorable.
It means you
took in the pain,
endured the humiliation,
it makes you
even more disciplined.
You are counted
among the titans
that survived to
tell the story.
History will not
be written or
complete without you,
you can never
be forgotten as
an eye witness.
You are not
a coward but
the brave.
Your scar tells
a story of
your bravery.
That wound means
you survived.
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In this bizarre
world of confusion
and violence with
so much brokenness
and misunderstanding.
We must comprehend
the deeper order
of the principle
back of things,
hidden within the
fabric of our
daily lives
Understand that through
chaos comes order.
Without ruffledness
there wont be
any order in
the scheme of
things spiritual and
physical.
The unruffled things
brings stagnation
in nature.
Death of things
occur in nature
to usher in
a new sequence
and another chance
of a new beginning
to suit different
seasonal circle and
cross current
into another phase.
Light overrides darkness
and darkness turns
into light.
Continuity allows the
spiralling of negativity
to positive effects.
Error reminds the
heart to forgive
unconditionally.
The night brings
closure of natural
order to usher in
the day light.
Both are working
in synergy to
bring desired balance.
Natural disaster comes
to cleanse and
reshuffle and recircle
all things good
and bad for
our edification.
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Each moment I
need an escape
from the
day-to-day grind,
i go deeper
into my
inner corridor
and ignite the
search light
in my soul.
Therein is the
brightest sun and
the day-star of
my soul shining
with so much
radiance it could
swallow up any
darkness within
my heart.
Within the depths
of the spirit
is drawn the
strength to conquer
and overcome.
Hidden within the
framework of
my spirit is
linked with the  
power of love.
The joy of
oneness in love
is strong and
so mesmerizing,
it's power can
subdue anything
negative within
the mind.
With sublime
subtleness it
penetrates the
impregnable and
softened the heart
of even the
hardest offender.
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Why do I
feel so trapped
in this crazy-busy
world of illusion
filled with
unimaginable confusion.
Trapped in love,
with the pain
of not having
love reciprocated.
Trapped in the
anger I feel
over the stupidity
of the old
bald heads
holding everyone
to ransom.
Trapped in this
bizarre mediocre
lifestyle that I hated.
Trapped in the
fear of being
lost without anyone
to rescue me.
Trapped in this
frail body
wondering why
I'm not a
superman with
incredible tremendous
abilities to make
indelible impact
in the world,
leaving a finger print
that no one
can be able
to rub off.
Trapped in my
head of living
unfulfilled life.
Trapped in this
geographical region
of the universe
hiding everyday
from the insurgents,
dodging bullets and
seeing horrible things
not meant for
a beautiful soul,
living from hand
to mouth with
rags as a covering.
How can I  
get over all
this in my
lifetime.
I'm so trapped
I can't wait to
get away from
all these atrocities.
It's beyond
my comprehension.
I really need
to escape from
this trap.
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I see the
way you arranged
the flowers in
the vase.
A basket full
of different petals
and colourful
arrangements
placed in beautiful
sequence in the vase.
Giving out their
fragrance to
appeal the senses.
The heart is
so grateful for
the gift and honor
of the roses
in our garden.
The bouquet is
so adorable and
beautiful just like
that of the spirit.
Giving a serene
sense of bliss.
Pure essence of
nature abundantly
lavished and displayed
to us with love.
It surrounds us
with an amazing
essential sense of
beauty.
Beautiful to the core,
worthy of a
place in our homes.
What can we
do but just to
love them as
they service our
lives with so
much care.
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The joyful perplexing
world of puzzle
of the human
body and the
soul equally yoked
in synergy,
configured in beauty
and perfected to
be in resonance
with the universe,
woven with grace.
Welcome to the
strange deviously
difficult and incredibly
joyful world of
the human puzzled body.
Let's hunt.
Follow along and
lets lifts the
veil on one of
the world's most
complex puzzle hunts,
the body's Mystery Hunt
You can find
out for yourselves
and reveal how
puzzles can be
found in the
most unexpected places
in your own
castle of your body.
The world that
belongs to you alone,
that only world
you take along
wherever you go.
See if you can
spot the puzzles
hidden in you.
Can you ever
find it.
Just keep looking,
you'll discover how
creatively beautiful
your body is woven,
compacted and fitted,
and encased in
one body.
Two worlds beautifully
blended into one.
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With all this
love alive in me,
this love that
blossom and
bubbling within
my heart.
Is it really
what it is,
is it really love.
How can I
feel all this
and not met
or seen anyone
as crazy as me
to share it with,
or isn't someone
out here also
looking and wondering.
Is love dead
or just elusive.
Why is it
so painful.
Is it me
that's the fool
or am i
from a different
sphere and planet.
How can you
not find it
or feel it
in your soul.
Am I really
walking in the dark.
I cry in the
rain and the
darkness so you
must not see me.
The dark consume me
for I am so lost.
Is this love
thing real or
am i living an illusion.
Who can ever
save this lost
soul from the
wilderness.
Right now i
really need proof
for my heart hurts.
Come and save
this soul from
this illusion.
It *****.
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I hate to
watch you
irrationally misbehave
like you are
just doing right now.
Just keep wondering
how you will
end up if
you continue
like this,
you can't stand
all alone.
I keep wondering
how strong you
can withstand
against the odds
and pressures
all around you
without breaking down.
I love you
so very much
and it breaks
my heart to
see what you
are doing right
now to yourself.
I still care about
you despite
your hates and
unfounded fears.
You said I'm
clueless and you
don't want to
inherit my ignorance,
I sat down
right here thinking
just the same
thing about you.
You can't never
imagine ever
what is about
to befall you.
You really have
no idea what
you are
contending with.
I worry about
your stubbornness
to change.
I still worry
about you because,
when the eyes cry,
the nose runs.
My attitude will
always be based
on how you
treat me.
Wake up now
while others
are still in bed
to redeem yourself.
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The things i
do for you
i did for love.
Love is only
blind for the
one who did
not see your
inner radiance.
They didn't see
your worth because
of how dark
their hearts are.
They are truly
blind for real,
even though
you sparkle and
glitter like the
stars in the sky.
No darkness can
hide your irradiance,
for you shine
so bright like
that of the
solar radiancy.
The purity and
beauty of your
heart is so glaring
and comforting.
First time i
felt loved was
because of
your presence.
I wish i
was blind
for just a
moment so
I'll never see
rottenness but
your radiant beauty.
I will surprise
myself for the
things I'll do
just for love.
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She asked me to wait for her in the rain while she calmly leaned under the shadows of a pear tree kissing another.

You are not
a butterfly but
it seems you
move like one.
The way you
flutter about tells
stories about you.
Don't you ever
keep still for
a moment.
Joyfully you
roam all around
looking for where
to perch.
Even in your
rest you still move.
Your heart rovers
about thinking of
what to do and
where next to be.
But you love
the flowers
that blooms and
blossom in the open.
You love nectar
from each different
kinds of flowers
in the orchard.
Your life is
full of energy
pulsating with subtle
expression of beauty.
I can see how
colourful your
world has become.
Beauty is
wrought in you.
Gentle and fragile
but elegant and lovely.
Minding your business,
you are very dutiful
and like the butterfly,
that pollinates the
flowers with a touch,
you transform every
life in your sphere.
There's no idle
moment in you.
You understand that
each moment has
a purpose in creation.
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The day I
saw you I just
knew there was
something so
good and special
about you.
It was a
cold beautiful
Friday morning.
You snuggled
on a couch
beside a fireplace
reading an African
poetry book.
Unaware of my
presence.
Unruffled by the
noise in the room.
It was dark and
drizzling with
thunderstorm
shattering the sky.
Only a flicker
and glow from
outside flashing
into our space.
Our host puts
on a symphony
orchestra by Mozart.
Who would have
thought that our
hearts and lives
would have merged
and blended together
by a piece of music
for a lifetime walk.
That beautiful music,
like a spell,
mysteriously and
unwittingly caused
magic to happen
that night.
There was a
thunderbolt and
our eyes met
as if there was
an internal pull
our hearts interlocked.
It was such a beautiful
unforgettable moment.
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Loving the living
and the unlovable
is really so hard.
Fulfill the law,
what law
you may ask.
The new law.
Law on love,
engraved so deeply
in your heart.
It's so simple.
Swallow your pride,
enter the narrow gate,
save yourselves.
Why would something
so simple be
so hard to do.
And why will
anything meant to
bring joy
be so painful.
Love leads to
life eternal.
If you don't
want to hear
"I never knew you "
then love your
neighbor as yourself
for your neighbor
is an important
extension of you .
If you don't
want to be
the reject, or
feel rejected
by the words,
"depart from me",
"I never knew you",
then do the
right things for
your safety and
love deeply without
asking for anything
in return,
but to just love.
Love is divine.
Love fulfills the law.
Love hides a
multitudes of sin.
Love is acceptable.
Love heals.
Love mends.
Love rebuilds.
With love war
and strive ceases.
Pride is the
absence of
understanding with love.
You'll never enter
the new kingdom
without love.
Never means never,
trust me.
It's just that simple.
The only way
to harmony here
and in
eternity is love.
Just to love.
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The blood is
the ink of life
where the blueprint
and secrets of
life are hidden,
flowing in your
veins like  
tributaries running
throughout your body
distributing life giving
energy force in
your being.
Vitalising the whole
system with ions
of vibrational sublime
subtle expression,
so full of spirituality.
Take care of
your body,
it's the only place
you have to live.
Impact the world
with your presence,
and your essence.
Sow and leave your
fingerprint in the world.
Plant seeds that will
bring forth good fruits.
Nurture your body
with utmost care,
support it and
pamper it with
so much love.
Entertain your body
for it is the
only castle where
your soul dwells.
There is no other,
no none like it.
Soak it with
your meditations,
exercise your body,
as well as your mind.
Take in breaths of
fresh air and water.
Spend time out
in the sun during
the day and the
moon at night,
watching the stars
glitter in the galaxy,
take in the beauty
of nature in your life
and appreciate with
Thanksgiving all it
has offered you.
Be happy with yourself.
Find meaning and
purpose in this life.
Listen,watch and pray,
keep your eyes to
the heavens.
Feed your body with
nature's natural food.
You'll be so glad
you did too.
With your abilities and
talents leave a mark
to be remembered
when you are gone.
And at the end yield
yourself to the call
of the divine with
gladness in your heart.
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Days passed before
my tired eyes
with their
incessant activities.
Moon and the
night came to
quite my eyes
to rest my
tired body and
rejuvenate my being.
Spring is here
to awaken and refresh
everything once asleep.
To enjoy the
rain and prepare
for summer.
Summer is here
again at last,
it comes to
bring vitality
into the spirit.
And here comes
the beautiful autumn,
reminding me once
again to start
packing for the
fall where subtle
changes affects
and brings gladness
and beauty.
Welcome the winter,
and it's brightness.
A part of the
world in a
world of its own.
Nature at its beauty,
displayed before
my very eyes.
Here nature is
born again.
Glistering on the
rooftop,
a speck of
the snow flecks,
resonating with
beauty of the
shimmering sun.
A time to
hibernate and to
reflect on all
that have passed,
and waiting for
the spring once
again to come.
Going around in
circles of life,
nights and days
came to pass
in line with nature.
I lived another
circle of existence,  
another beginning
of another year
filled with love
for all that exists.
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Are you afraid
of losing me
or losing yourself
in your imagination.
Holding so tight
of the things
you claim to
love is obsession
and not love.
Free your spirit
to reclaim yourself.
To love is to
feel pain,
it is sometimes
painful.
It will even be
more painful if
you held on
so tight.
But love will
ease it of you.
You don't have
to suffer the pangs
of the bite of love
for i genuinely
love you.
But this love
brings you pain
when you
hold tight.
I can't breath
since you
won't let go.
Hold me gently,
i'm still yours.
Hold me
loosely and
you'll have
me forever.
No need to
suffocate what
you love by
holding so tight
or I die. .
Free me so
as to last.
Water me with
words of love
to sprout,
not to wither.
The love in
my heart is
just for you.
Respect and care,
is all I need.
I'm not a
toy or a piece
of possession.
Neither am i
a rubber stamp
you pick up
anytime you want
to stamp your
heart when
you need me.
I'm still yours
even in my
freedom.
What is the
essence of my
imprisonment in
your heart,
i'm not a
caged animal
but a soul
willing to share
my heart and
my love,
my life and
my essence with you.
But set me free
so I can be
like the butterfly
looking for flowers
to drink on
the nectar,
hovering around
you with
tremendous gladness.
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Whatsoever you
allow is allowed.
What you watch
and hear takes
preeminence in
your mind and
pattern itself in
your daily acts.
Take care,
put a leash
on your thoughts.
Whatever you
allowed inside
controls you.
See not that
which distorts
your inner vision.
It will mar
and mess with
your mind.
whatsoever enters
the estate of
your mind
takes a seat.
While dining
with you
binds it with
fetters so strong,
you may never
escape from
it's grip,
for the soul
becomes dyed with
the color of
it's thoughts.
Whosoever brings in
the ant infested
firewood invites
lizards for a feast.
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Out of habit
she stirred the
hornets nest and
as a habitual offender
he keeps throwing
pebbles into the
still waters of
the quiet pool
causing it to
twirl and turn
unnecessarily.
The ripple spreads
encouraging strives
and struggles,
with tumultuous little
waves causing
commotions and
disharmony.
Even the mind
cannot be stilled
or know peace
amidst constant
irritable pesky little
constant harassment.
Like the acid,
it erodes the
mind of peace
and serenity,
weakened the heart
and eludes and
robs it of harmonium.
As White as jade
as pure as ice,
no one jokes
with his inner peace.
Like the droppings
of a sick animal
infects and cause
dis-ease in the
environment,
even so is
the constant pollution
of the mind
effects the spirit.
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The true identity
of the innerself
is a mystery
and a wonder.
Hidden within and
coupled in synergy
to merge simultaneously
with the body
as one entity.
Earth my body.
Water my blood.
Air my breath.
Fire my Spirit.
You look with
your optical eyes,
but only see
with your mind.
Your eyes don't see.
Your soul sees
with your eyes.
Your ears don't hear.
Your soul hears
with your ears.
Your body is
not you.
It is the
bridge that connects
the real you
to the outside world.
Your body don't
have a voice,
the voice of
the spirit is
amplified through
your vocal cord
so you can hear it.
Only the heart
knows what is
in the mind
of the spirit.
You don't have
a language,
the dialect you
speak now is
only learned to
help you communicate
while you are
still here.
It is very different
from the dialect
of the spirit.
I am the
true lone wolf,
howling at the moon,
a moon which
I know I'll
never reach,
or get to have.
The greatest souls
are awakened out
of suffering and
the most impressive
personalities
endures many scars.
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Loving and caring,
living in love,
sharing with others
just a little
piece of you
in love.
That's all
there is in
this life.
Giving out
a love so pure
with joyful tenderness.
Everything you
give is yours,
it comes back
again in the
roundabout.
I want to
take off the
stars in the
sky for you,
for the gift
of your heart
means a lot to me.
Nothing ever
is more important
than your
relationship with
the people you
claim to love.
Everything in
life relates to
one another in
a beautiful way.
Even the ugly
side of your
relationship proofs
out our lives
and inability to
relate to each other.
Be a part
in raising the
vibration of love
in the world.
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She just gave
me an astonishing
gift from the heart.
A gift of love,
so true.
A treasure worthy
to be embraced
with my soul.
A love to
be desired always.
I melted like
the ice cream
in a warm cup
in a hot sun.
What a fantastic
way to share
this beautiful moment.
It is really divine.
A gift of
self so heavenly
that I could
see the glory
of that love
in her eyes.
There is no
struggle but
a total yielding
of self to
her love.
I lay me
down in her
***** with her
arms wrapped
around me
in such a
comforting and
reassuring soothing way,
stroking my bald
head gently.
Her voice so soft
as she tells
stories of love.
I drifted a little bit
dreaming of
another place,
a realm beyond
this place.
Peaceful and Serene,
lovely and unspeakable,
and yes magical,
full of little kisses,
a little laughter,
and a little
soft whispers of love.
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The ways of
the warriors and
the sign of the
warrior are complex.
An odd fellow.
chosen among many
to join the elite forces.
Sworn to the
oath of secrecy.
Lives by honour
and guided by
the secret code.
Expendable.
No retreat,
no surrender.
By fire by fire.
A do or die.
The One who
must die trying.
Hard nut to crack  
The Rock  
Never give up.
Resilient and unflinching.
Dare to do
as well as
a warrior of
the Knight Templers.
Terrible and terrifying
when provoked.
Tactical and strong hearted.
Your worst nightmare.
Gentle as a
dove.
Respected.
Loyal and trusted.
A protector of the weak
as well as the mighty.
A reliable and
true brother indeed.
Never leaves anyone behind.
The noble one.
Understanding and wise.
A loner but friendly.
A listener and
patient with children.
A terror to the
insurgents and
the hoodlums.
Dreaded but loving.
A great father and
provider for the family.
The fearless one.
The right hand of the king.
The man of war.
The punisher
with no mercy for
the evil ones.
The striker who
make the elephants flee.
He is favoured
by the gods.
He is born to conquer
for he comes from the
lineage of the warriors.
Don't mess with him
for he is a warrior.
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The other side
of the soul
there is a
secret sacrifice
under the storm.
Justice by all
means for he is
murdered in
cold blood.
You have a
second chance to
change the situation.
Scorched by crossing
paths with the
other two are
in sync with
the rosy clouds.
Our ancestors have
all lived and die.
We must live
our own lives.
Clean the house
and find our
missing justice
by any means.
Someone you thought
you knew has
betrayed you.
But destiny called
and a part
of me died.
There's no place
like home to
embrace the untamed.
His inner growth
is necessary to
survive the storm.
Nothing ever is
worst than being
an outcast in
your very own
house.
The siege is
still going on,
both in your
mind and outside
the corridor.
To survive is
to win the war.
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A lesson on
looking and reading
the face as a book.
Be the one
you love
because all your
secrets and struggles,
everything about you
are not hidden
but written all
over your face.
Let's face the
book and find
out what is
going on with you.
I see the
world in
your face.
You feel the
world in
your heart.
You know the
warmth of love
in your soul.
You carry within
yourself the weight
and the burden,
the pain of
the whole universe
in your life.
The imprint of
the spirit is
linked to the
extraterrestrial.
Your face is
the mirror of
which every mood,
every thought and
all that you feel,
and every phase
of your very
life and experiences
are regularly registered.
Your likes and
your dislikes,
your sorrow and joy
are revealed.
Your contentment
and your distress
are shown to
the world.
Nothing ever that
is hidden within
or without in
your persona are
all shared by
your face and
encoded in your
physiognomical changes.
Your face is
indeed a true
facebook worth reading.
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This monstrous being,
an entity from
another realm
stealthily and silently
moved slowly
with calmness
in the darkness.
Maybe it's unaware
of my presence
or maybe it's just
ignoring me
as I'm not a
treat to it.
I heard the
cricket chirping
and the night
frog crocking at
a distance in
the darkness.
Their song unwittingly
helped make the
night feel more
mysteriously outstanding.
The night was
dreadfully and
awfully quiet.
There is something
very ominous
about this night.
It sends the
goosebumps
up my spine.
It was drizzling.
The stars of
the night were
sleeping and the
clouds was devoid
of any light
except the sound
of thunderstorm
shattering the sky,
piercing even into
the interior
of the house.
Sleep has gone,
replaced by
restlessness and
curiosity mixed with
fear and apprehension.
Alone here hiding
after the terror
of the dusk.
It's a horrible
experience so terrifying
that I can't
even breath.
I can see
faintly the
silhouette of that
entity moving
away from me,
and I exhaled
with so much
gladness to be
free from this
terrible monster.
People will never
truly understand
something until it
happens to them.
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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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Hold onto your pen,
you the keeper of
the flame and never
let go.
You are the salt
of the earth.
You decipher and
Uncomplicate the
complicated and twisted
combination and complex
things and situations
with ease.
You explain the
unexplainable as it is.
You are a poet,
the master of the game.
With your simplicity,
you made breathing easier.
Subtly with effortless
effort with your pen
you delve deeply into
the profound and
the mysterious to make
known of the essence.
Armed only with
the sword of the spirit
and your pen,
you boldly in a
quiet way sauntered
into the depth of
the soul and spirit
and safely awakened the
sleeping giant to answer
you because you know
your way into the
heart of the spirit.
With fire in your heart
you ignite and rekindle
the power of divine love
in the darkness of
our hearts to heal
the afflicted and the
wounded of the aches
and hurts in their heart.
You bring home hope
to the down world,
and let them know
that it is okay.
You are the poet,
you may not be
the perfect but you
are perfect.
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This is a
love beyond
the sword.
The real death
do us part.
The vow they
took is not
just ordinary,
it's of the spirit.
The ordinance is
of the heavens.
The words uttered,
is of love
from the soul,
and it's pureness
of the divine.
You know a
man from the
words he said
to his woman.
I'm talking about
a noble man,
a provider and
a protector.
The words flowing
from that man's
heart is to be
taken seriously.
It's the word
of wisdom,
full of so
much love.
Attend to it
diligently with
delightful heart.
Decorate it's
castle with love
to keep him
to yourself
instead of setting
up a trap
to catch him
cheat on you.
This life is
so short
enjoy it immensely
together while you
are still here.
There is craziness
outside ourselves.
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The innocent have
no need for
repentance.
All the good
things must end,
but how about
the bad things,
will they continue.
Have you ever
thought about that.
Both stops after
they end dancing
with you.
They are inseparable,
and like the
two sides of
the moon,
have the dark
and the bright side.
Both are twin flames,
burning and consuming,
at the same time
changing and mending
all things good
and bad.
Interwoven in synergy,
to give it balance.
Life and death
are the same
of the opposites,
complimenting
each other in
their justified actions.
You made my
heart smiled again
for i have
experienced both.
Perfection and
excellence are in
their dual nature.
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Black Friday,
the life of
stolen essence.
Indeed it makes
me sad every
November of
every year when
they celebrate
their conquest
and supremacy,
******* Africans in the
mud and spit on our
beautiful ebony face,
yet we joined
them in celebrating it.
Have we ever
told our children
to understand
this story filled
with the sad history
of our ancestors
captured and taken to
shores unexpectedly,
forced and unwilling,
in chains and in pains.
Humiliated and abused,
dehumanize and molested,
hungry and dehydrated
through this unnecessary
harrowing nightmare of
their journey to this
unknown cold world
where even the weather
was unkind to them.
Their suffering was
unnecessary.
Death awaits on that ship
and on the ocean
and in that creepy place
unknown to them.
So many unfortunate
ones died in the
hands of their captors
and others died
because of illness and
others sold and resold.
Unspeakable atrocities
follow them everywhere.
Oral traditions is our weapon,
have we not all jettison such.
Do we read history,  
do we know enough
as to be able
to repeat to our kids.
Is the black
Friday not cursed.
They rejoiced and
pride themselves
over making much
merchandise over us
with no regrets.
They enriched
themselves over
our sweat and left us
impoverished in chains.
Who can beat into
us some right
senses to think.
We are not and
no longer in chains
but our minds are
still enslaved.
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They always say
no problem,
no problem at all,
when they know,
deep down,
there's nothing
but problems
laughing in
their faces,
following them
to their bedroom.
You can detect
bitterness in their
voice of course.
Dejected and lost
if i may say.
Too proud to
really say how
they really feel.
Ready to walk
away from the
thing they want.
Wounded and
hurting within,
very secretive
and so lonely.
Never happy,
always complaining
about what you
didn't do and
what they expect
you to do.
Difficult to
placate.
Me thinks it's
a foolish pride.
But do you know
that the least
perfect person is
the perfect person.
You must lick
your vulnerability
put aside your
pride and ****
the ego to be
yourself and win
your war on love.
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He said its
complicated.
Uncomplicate it,
I told him.
Is it really
possible to get
beyond this complex
and difficult confusion.
It's all like
an amateur playing
the Cubic game.
As easy as it
seems to dance and
not forget the steps,
even so it is
to have a face
and still not well known.
The Excellence of the
Soul is Understanding,
for the Man
who Understands is
Conscious, devoted,
and already godlike.
Understanding the
complicated is not
that simple.
You need the mind
of a poet who
understands and interpret
what the mind sees
in the unconscious.
He will with ease
bring to the
conscious world all
the complicated complexities
for others to understand.
A poet dreams while awake,
and still awakens
within the dream to
uncomplicate the complicated.
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I am an
odd fellow,
don't expect me
to be like you.
I follow the
path of my
destiny.
The sun doesn't
shine for you
alone.
Neither the moon
at night time
belongs to you.
The wind cannot
cease because
of you,
everything benefits.
Breathe in the
air of life,
and exhale love.
Cold and it's
chilling snow flecks
is felt by all.
The odd things
happened for a
reason.
For you to
know and live
life and love,
you must first
desire it with
your heart.
The good life
awaits you.
This abysmal
cannot elude,
exclude and eliminate
the very ones
it came to pick.
The innocent ones
are protected by
the greater light.
I am a
protagonist,
the forerunner
of the inner quest.
Don't ever shrivel
by its presence.
Be bold and
unshakable.
It's not meant
to harm you
but to create
harmonium and
protect your interest.
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Did i ever
tell you that
someone is
searching for
everything you've
given to someone
who didn't
appreciate it.
Now i know
the lucky
one that would
have the fruit
must first
climb the tree.
Before i explain,
how much do
you know already.
If love is a
bowl of cherries,
what am i
doing in the pits,
and why am
i still alone.
Clueless is
this old man,
do i really
understand the
algorithms of love.
It baffles me
and i can't
comprehend it.
It's really
confounding,
very intriguing
and intricate,
too profound to
absorb and
assimilate.
What i feel is real,
but none seem
to understand me yet.
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The happiest thing
in the world
is to have
you in my life.
Life favored me
with you and
i'm so grateful.
You are joy,
the golden ***
at the end
of the rainbow,
the sun in
my world.
You are that
*** of gold
worthy to be
guarded with might.
You are the
bubble of laughter
in the heart of
a beautiful soul,
a smile on
the mouth of
a babe.
That warm hug
in the midst
of a cold night.
You are like
a soothing word,
that comforts a
sad hurting soul.
The troubled heart
smiled again
because of you.
A beautiful music,
a symphony orchestra,
that flows out
of a joyful heart.
You are healing
from heaven with
a heart full of love.
I thank the Almighty
for a day of
bliss such as this.
The Angels  
gather for joy
on this beautiful night.
A day as today
will be remembered
through out eternity.
As long as
you are here
everything is alright.
For the light
in your eyes
and the sun
in your smile,
i celebrate you.
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Exploring the inner
mines of life
will exhaust you.
It needs calmness
and a deep
sense of serenity
to get beyond
the limits.
To dig within
the shores of
your mind and
your thoughts
takes a great
deal of your
strength.
Hidden away inside
you is that
stealth inner ability
to dare to do.
It takes a
lot to understand
and unlock what is
honest within you.
Our talents and
abilities lying dormant
can be cultivated
with resilience and
persistent pressure
and approach to
polish the hidden
gem within you.
Unlocking greatness
is a daily dose
of the spirit
unleashed with
mindfulness towards
breaking the boundaries
of your personal space.
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Moving along the
riverside where
the flowers blooms,
where the lilac tree
sheds and shares
it's fragrance that
spreads far across
the county.
I blend with
it's many-faceted
splendor.
I give of
my love freely
as does the
lilac fragrance.
My life is
blessed and
enriched by this
divine emotion.
I bring sympathy,
kindness and
consideration.
I bring forgiveness
and appreciation.
I build on a
foundation of respect,
mutual appreciation
and understanding.
I keep the
flame of divine
love alive.
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Agape unconditional love
leaves world's mouth
agape (wide open).
Love unreservedly
and lavishly with
unrestricted abandon.
Forgive everything
and be free.
Contentment comes
from within the
heart of the freed,
and a soul that
is truly beautiful,
happy and full of grace
with joyful tenderness.
Without striving but
thriving in prosperity,
full of light
and the living ions.
Powered by the
force of the spirit.
Even though surrounded
by numerous tumults,
immense profound peace
engulfed such a one.
The unforgettable and
unusual unspeakable elixir
of life is unleashed
to comfort him.
Delightful with
a grateful heart,
pleasant and pleasing,
so easy to placate.
A comforter full
of wisdom and knowledge.
Versatile and eclectic nature
is abundantly lavished on him.
His presence heals.
Not judgemental but
full of unimaginable
tenderness and understanding.
Such is the way of love.
Agape love.
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I'm logging out
of this smouldering
relationship with
so much drama.
It deflated me
and sap my
soul of energy.
Don't ever encourage
me to wait
for a little bit
or give it time
to work out or change.
You probably won't
meet me well
and alive or maybe
meet me insane.
I don't need
a shrink to
know that I'm fully
zapped out and
need to recuperate,
or a monster
created by this
unfortunate event
will be unleashed and
probably devour me.
Right now there's
a network problem
and the number
you are calling
is no longer available
or maybe switched off.
Now there's a need
for a new SIM card,
but the memory card
is still valid.
Remember that
the number you
are dialling is
not in use and
not recognized by
the service provider.
I'm no longer
available in that network.
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