Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Minuscule Ego Dec 2017
You once asked
You have the light to fight the darkness
Why keep it hidden- why keep it suppressed
So I'm answering- I do so because the world is evil
That people we sole loved- would turn to stabbed us fast
Like Eddie- the ****** who made a day tearing down people
With a pretense that they won't react- that they will forgive all lies
And understand that deeds be made silent- that tis something civil
To prepare one a coffin and buy them a grave- Daredevils I call them
So I learned to enjoy being alone, n' runoff the words of perfect gleam
Like tis something too clean to dream- like I'm happy within this dirt

Although I live in this dirt
My mind is well clean- it is pure
As pure as drops falling from the sky
Or pool of tears raining from a hurtful eyes
For the world spurned me an incurable wound
And I appease I be gone, and bury deep within ground
But destiny plays in gamy- it spoke: speak n quit been afraid
You cannot conceal till my script reads in silence- turnaround
And let's play another game- let's play my game of disguise
Let's bend our heads, and pretend our prestige is lost
I know of a place belonging to us- somewhere across

Let's work to build a wall, a trench n' a drawbridge
To cover the liquid of our tears n' end this hurtful rage
For the rest we'll seek- won't be afraid to do some lurching
We'll do everything blind n' walk the street in common disguise
A guise of a friendship that makes us appear like an apparition
We all have pages we don't read loud- we learn n' developed
Forget and move on, for those troubles become a memory
And if they judge- destiny cried tis a blessing in disguise
When people asked, I say tis wisdom that isn't denied
For I was hoping for you- to find you in a disguise
Like the scene of Eddie's coming to America

I solely thought you couldn't see through the clouds of my disguise
But destiny played a cruel game on me- you saw the charade of Africa
And read between those lines of my lives and told of my hidden secret
The world has spurned you, why not ***** in her streams- they cried
"Do come into my arms and loose yourself in my dreams"- You said
With a disguise, you'd slipped through the cracks of my heart
And mold a throne of your own, so no one could unseat you
My heart is trapped- like a bird who's devoted to you
Oh! release me, so I made carry the stakes for you
For I'm in such hurry to see what happens
When a blessing meets a disguise
Love and the struggles between it
Minuscule Ego Nov 2017
Knock, knock... I heard
Hello there...... she said
Hmm hello… I replied speechlessly
Who are you...? I regained reluctantly
Me! She answered. Oh I'm just a stranger
A stranger who's searching- who's seeking a rest
Somewhere I would belong, but somehow tis a quest
For I've walked and tugged through those happy dangers
But somehow they all came for the worth of my dangling dimes
Like the world we live in- is where we are groom to serve the dime
Or perhaps tis only me.... that I failed to erase those hurtful angers
No matter how much I tried- but somehow I wish a rest of my own
A place that stands with everything, but falls for nothing
An arms that wishes serve- but commands like a King
Are you..... [Silence]- Then she smiles
Leaving me again.... speechless

Dock and run! My mind screamed
Who is this? It suddenly exclaimed
Who's this.... stranger- who just broke our walls!
And walked right up the stairs- to the door of our heart
To cry with a master’s call that makes us feel- we’re in danger
  Do you know who she is? No! I answered- but I do know me!
I'm a ranger- I’m always running- always smiling n’ docking
For I’ve gallop with my trumpet, but haven't met the mile
The one that will play-out my little game of cunning's
And care enough for my team- thus passing our test
Our pretense of no dimes- till we can make the smiles
For we have war and tossed with pretty mimic angels
But they all went singing for the nickels and dimes
And care less for our steadied, but precious times
Yes! We need a rest of our own- but tis still okay
It’s still okay to remain speechless

Lock-in… I’m now seated at the window
With her last words still lingering on my mind
“A rest of my own- a kingdom that I can control
A throne to cherished, whenever there's war n cold
A hand that will protect- till our hearts can beat old
For there's history to make, so all the seas can be mild
And there's battles to win- that all smoke maybe gone  
A union that serves, but backed by the likes of a King
Who stands for everything, and falls for nothing"
A mudslide is in Freetown- my walls are down
A stranger cried croak, and they just tumbled down
Down the mountain went- like that of the Victorian falls
It stood against everything, but fell for something strange
A queen- who has humor immured within her walls
The stranger- who have made my nights
Sleepless
Morals abandoned,
Faith broken,
Love forsaken.

Therefore joy gets stolen.

What we have left is ; fakeness,struggles,pain,hurt,blindness, bitterness,
But we also still have love,*
That little spark can rekindle the joy.
Minuscule Ego Feb 2017
Little by little we've lied,
For the hopes and fears of worldly guess,
And the tendency of force that influences events,
Had questioned the drama of how high we swelled,
Too immature, too young, they had seem to implored,
For the memoirs of our last, had begot us only pains,
And the troubles of those past, had made us its prey,
For our void had filled, but hopes were cast to undo the spells,
That with the right bait, an animal will do whatever you want,
But our kisses and the cruel plans, wove it into a timely incident.

Little by little we felt the burn,
The need of grace that besought heavenly yes,
Those fires that begets no conditions or reasoning’s,
For the stormy clouds of our lives had claimed to cease,
And the shadows of those lies, have taught us a new song,
For whenever we toned with it, tis love we breathe out more
Like heavens have blessed us with its lasting, but noted peace,
And imaginary friends couldn't make the notes of what we sang,
For a rest have been found at last, somewhere we evidently belong,
But the fears of been sentence to perdition, still lingered at our feet.

Little by little you fought the depletion,
For the games of your mind had required slaying it,
And those pressures of our time just kept doubting it,
Oh! He's too **** good! Your fears explained in a fright,
Tis another fire!  Like those that gets snuffed up by the wind!
Look!  I'm dancing as a *****, like I'm actually living a dream!
Girls! Please help me give a fight, perhaps he will stay out less!
And that's when I bowed to give in to fear,
A part where I seem vex, as if I don't want to care,
But deep within tis still your name my tongue dare declared.

Little by little I fought the deletion,
For my mind had cease to travel those un-favored miles,
And my heart refused to cast the memories of your smiles,
For it would start a beat, like it was dancing to a plight,
Like why don't you stay for once; she's all you really need,
Give greatness a place to grow, and see if it turn out bless!
And that's when I come steering back in as a fool,
With a ****** that keep wreaking your screams!
Boy!  She's too **** good! I say under the delights,
This cannot be some desire, as those plays of the mind.

Little by little we've loved,
With sobs of tears between worldly guess,
For the ups and down of our little sneaking around,
Had somehow left us stained, and then breached our quest
But we didn't mind opening the box, for tis all the heart cries for,
Suddenly tis us in a brawl, like destiny made a call for a rebound,
Like a spell was cast to make our heart beats strong,
So as to allow us tackled all our frights and ills
And birth a breakthrough that will last at his will,
For to ignore what's growing, would be denying a miracle,
Yet they do not happen overnight, so be patient my love,
And little by little the world we seek will manifest.
Valentine poem
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Next page