SELORM DEKU

SELORM DEKU Jul 2015

I have friends but I have a Friend
A Friend who loved me before I knew Him
He's an old man who is very modern
This Friend was before Eden and Adam
He knew the Sauls, Paul, Matt, Mark, Luke, John and me too

He is diligent in selflessness
No Friend has ever loved this DEEP
A great friend with DEEP love for simple fellows like me
Times alone with this Friend is a great company
No faking, I'm DEEP in love

When I offend Him I sob
I become joyless and worried
Yet He comes from behind
And whispers, "I forgive you"
He's always there and promised to always be
His counsels are wise
This love, I don't understand
He knew I won't understand
So He said, "Only Believe"

He's the wise God and guide
The faithful, GRACEFUL and merciful God
Full of POWER and abounding in justice and LOVE
He's trustworthy and simply beyond description

He invited me from the world of filth
I met him in the world of faith
When I got there, He was waiting
This friend wants knew friends
Call Him now on faith
He's never out of reach, only if you'd call

© Selorm Deku Charles

This was written for a friend for a program under pressure

#selormcharlesblogspotcom

May 2015

Anonymous

What is wrong with me?

I'm sorry I'm never okay
Sometimes I try but it's just too much
Im bipolar in my spite
Leaning in favor of the usual heavy nights
I don't want to be this way
Drowning in self hate and craving pity
I don't know who would want this
I'm ashamed of everything I want
I'm ashamed of who I am
Sometimes I marvel at how thick the mask I put up is
I even trick myself into getting close to self love
Of course then I breakdown and realize how horrible I am
It can only last for so long
I never think of my self as suicidal
Because I couldn't actually commit it
I can't commit to anything
But I constantly think how amazing it would be to just be done with it all
I want to be done with everything
I crave a day when it's easy to breathe and I'm not terrified of everything and everyone
When someone asks what's wrong with me I never really know how to respond

I do now

"I am terrified of myself"

SELORM DEKU May 2015

Hommies

It's freaky late
We feign ate
Boring chats we're eating
With boredom as the spice
Hoping tomorrow would be pay day
I'd say no more
Only than i'm a second banana

That thought
,
Thought of being a second banana
Not to any other but the one i dream
l stopped dreaming and saw reality
T'was real life with bad breathe

written to aid sleep when I was sleepless

May 2015

Anonymous

Untitled

People like lies
They think they dont
But they do
Lies protect from the hurt for awhile
They makes things worse in the end
But for just a little while
You still get to think things are okay
And thats a blessing in disguise

SELORM DEKU Feb 2015

THE IMPRISONED MESSAGE

This poem is not a poem
This poem may be meaningless,
Weightless yet worth reading
This poem lacks vocabulary
It holds nothing unique of poetic essence.
But carries simple words of a message
A message that seeks a place to land
Traveling within the walls of a heart.
Imprisoned, Ignored, Tortured.
Violently cracking the bricks of its cage
A message fighting for its own freedom
Seeking a break through.
A message desirous of overcoming solitary confinement
The message wants to meet others.
But others seem to have no message for this message.
This message refuses to quit fighting to escape the ******* of a home in one heart.
It hopes to locate its friend in another heart.
Futile journeys this message have walked.This night the message is discomforting.
It fights with vigour for escape.
I was up late on my bed
The same bed that puts me to sleep
The bed that invites me to rest
The bed that convinces me to forget unfinished task and rest
The bed with the magic to infect with the virus of forgetfulness for a moment
Is the same bed making me remember the message’s violence
Dreaming wild dreams and thinking wild thoughts
Opened-eye dreams
Plenty dreams
All about one figure.
When will be sleep time?
Having communion in my mind with you
I see you close though you are afar off.
In my heart I hear a voice singing your name.
The song wasn’t harmoniously great but lyrically strong.
The lyrics of the song preach truth.
It says I love you.
I fight against the thoughts with all strength
I knew I would lose the fight.
Nothing in my hands I bring.
Simply to your heart I come
Holding love in my heart.
Love looking for a place in your love
It’s homeless love
Homeless yet not hopeless
Hopeful for a place in your heart.
At your heart’s door I keep sounding the same words of old
I love you.
http://selormcharles.blogspot.com/
Dedicated to the lady I admire secretly

SPECIAL THANKS TO:
1. RICHARD RYE YAO BAKU
2. ABIGAIL FORSON ALISON

#cecil

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