Power stood, but strength fell
A capacity to fear, but no more burdens to build,
The forlorn of a daughter.
While fault became honey, sweetly puréed upon the flesh I wore,
The drought of one’s character left dry this flesh.
Sticky and shriveled, was my existence.

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No conquest could restore, dignity or integrity,
The forlorn of a daughter, lost to the hunger of confectioners.

Have as a million lives
Dispensing luxuries upon its sights
Fondling favors, by its deeds
Only to survive for a one day feel.

Measuring obstacles, too polite to be at peace,
As precautions reign over the duties of being free.
Tokens fade, loosing worth for its games
Brewing fresh the dignity of being here.,

A soulful belief, of time being me
A mild deception of what shouldn't be
And the defeat that a past can be reaped.

Convinced not, by the fall of grails
Fathom never, the edge of despair
As reverence fade lucidly, by how you've met with me.
"Do you know what trust is?"

As to whom must I read
As to whom must I feel
For savoir faire, needs not a heedless being
Like the one you see fit to be.

Why hurry
When was the finish line made
When was it all capable of coming to an end
Was it the silver strings that grew amongst the black youth
Or was it the timely pain that came against knees and joints
What was it ?
That made you loose track of your path
Did your mistakes pulled you away
Or was it your doubts that missed flights on its way
To opportunities.
Why did you hurry away ?

Bad things don't happen to bad people
Relics know,
Serving high the expectations of karma in disguise
Opting that time reflects a million lies
But deeds have never paid full its price
And stagnant are the perspectives of a rich life
But never has it been
A slight try at feeling alive
Boning traditions within the warfare of pride.

Bad things don't happen to bad people my child
Giving grace to strangers in the looking glass we hide.

I’ve always wanted happiness, to keep it
Not just feel it.
To never feel the pressure to have an umbrella, allowing the rain to soak my skin and leave the sun to dry my soul.
I’ve always wanted it all.
Nagging at the television, of what’s real and what could be.
A good home was always better than a perfect one.
Oh how I wanted it all!
And to know, it was of existence, while I denied myself the moments.

I wanted it all, but it would seem I needed not it at all.

She knew;
Of the lies you spoke to her
Of the many times you pretended to be okay
She knew of those days when you failed
Those days, where you stood but wasn’t shown
She knew of the pressure of every mistake
The weight it brought
And,
The outcomes it gave
She knew it all
And yet you kept on going
Lying to her
That you’re okay.

Got a Spider pet named crept
Saw me wept
Said don't let you make me fret
For I am not lost as yet
So here I am
Waiting in hiding that you might say
"I am your best proof of faith"

Seize all feelings
Crystallized upon defeat
For what rewards
Have I in jealousy
Mocking emotions
Rawly made.

Even from a trade away
Obscure shame feeds reality,
Polling upon moments
Shallowed by pain.

For time seeks my heart
And patience,
Molts my soul
For, I am done

If I continue on
To love thee.

The many souls I've mated with
Has left a craving I long to chase
It's many pleasures has made me shallow
Pleading with faith to give me comfort.

And with little hope of hiding from efforts
My deeds make wild my bill of life
And to no avail have I question my despairs
While sins I commit in open fields.

My worth as a woman has decline
By presumptuous acts and desires  
But the shape of a future, fits perfectly within my dreams
And it's existence becomes profound in my eyes
Allowing I,
To want more of sins I shouldn't crave.

Sustain agony from parched realities
Belching full, from fulfillment's of society
Toggling precise the weight distributed above feelings
Only to shuffle unfairly, emotions and abilities

But !
What say have thee in the future unseen
Pouncing wildly towards opportunities
Only to fall at the feet of love
Borrowed from sinners upon gold.

Comfort spills the truth
Of me and you
Breaking me down, silence becomes you.

No !
I need not you to save thee
But let honesty cover us at night
Say something to save what has been done
Do nothing expecting everything
Have you not seen what it has done to you
What it has done to us.

Comfort spills truth
And silence steals beliefs
It has become part of me and you

We mature by damage, not by age
Not by milestones of numbers, but by the prickles on every stairs.
Hurting in order for knowing.
Painting appealing, the repulsiveness of growing.

Childhood memories planted in traumas and miseries,
Becomes a template to adulthood and its emissaries.
The erudition of time, insults continuously the morsel of one’s life.
Gifts and rewards.
Becomes the incarnation of endeavors and endurance.
At 80, I’ll dance
At 100, I’ll have died
Only for many to say
She lived a happy life.
So bumptious of mankind.

There’s dopamine in poetry
Coco words melting into milky imperatives
A peace of mind, whenever life comes for me
I’m fighting vicariously with the past and present tense of my eternity
Like cancer, I began to spread my memories
Eating up the very core of the enemies
There’s dopamine in poetry
And now I see the light in ceiled rooms
Where once dark chocolate unfurled, I molded my home
For keeping grudges is no longer a luxury I can afford

No clarity can wipe clean the love I give to you
Unrequitedly famished, from feeding only one alone.

Not a poet, but I’d milk every word for your love,
Break every law of the world, all whiles knowing you’ve painted upon another’s floor.
Days come days go, every morning it’s always a different song played.
Nature alone entertains my broken heart
Never has such accidie been maimed.

So I plead!
Love me before the quietus of your quiddity comes to a foreclosure in this life we’ve rationed.

Even if you’ve feign every exertion of your body
There’s no better admiration of a fabulist of this nature

Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it
If only examples came with more than life did
If only my many if's knew of second chances
And if significance had more than time embedded within it.

But lessons are taught without reasons to back it
And that has made man the ruler of his own death
Only to sing the tunes of the righteous rhythms, left to try with

And sacrifices drew the winning line
From deep inside faith.

Feel me
Coursing thin, from hate to grim
Aspiring for faith to rule
Bonding seclusion’s of emotions
For fruitless rewards to be subdued.

But I’m of hope
In twisted roots
Pleasing pleasures as naked as youth.

For I have seen
The shades of greed
In grooming happiness to be too real

And with time to heal
I have seen all dreams
And settled for what God’s can give

Tribulations reign over my faith
And what is right has no longer any wrongs
But awareness of an ending has left me stranded
Substituting happiness for a little love
And that’s how I know,
Life never really knows

Set boundaries
And you’ll shift
From heaps of doubt of if’s and but’s
Walk proudly
And your back will ache slowly but surely
Take care of this body
And it will fail you in every way possible
Give up on it all
And you’ll scrape at hate for your soul
But do it no matter what
And you’ll sleep not sound but long enough
And when you wake
You’ll know another day
Will make it great

Believe me as I stay
Unbroken and lost from all grace
As fighters embark on what is all faith
Untouched by hurt that molded my heart
Believe me as I stay.
Unwilling to beg for love from peers and liars
No matter the lost I may face each day
Believe me
For every woman I grow into
Has loved unkindly the role she plays
And further the whistle I blow
The louder my role goes.
Believe me as I stay
For origins no longer confess our sins
And contention stays in our will.

Blessings upon my life
To happiness and success,
Toast to the rough times that went by
For !
Feelings cannot collide in such a magnificent mind
Where gratitude is a muss.
~
Potentials and Possessions
Make hasty the patience from us
Assuring eminence of obscurity from hurt
~
Leaving only,
Blessings upon my life.

Esteem plagued the pretense of reality
Fitting firm, a reason to be happy
Wavering diligently the courses daunted by society
As innocence fight for a place in moralities.

For whom must one seek
To be free from stigma and defeat
And claim triumph on red metal seats.

The torments you have inflicted
Have sown it’s way deep down within your soul
Your loneliness had brought fertility to the soils of forgiveness
And again you go
Undefeated.
For all that comes your way
Had survived;
While you jump ships as they sunk.
You kept your head high enough
And made it home
Over and over again.

Hush little one
Cry freely upon my shoulder
Let roam, the pain you hide
Search not,. for comfort
For I am here
Hush little one
Be not what you seek never in dreams
But triumphantly what you feel in your mind
Oh little one
Come to thee when seasons have forgotten its way
Come to thee when homes are still not built
Come to thee when life treats you like an unworthy
So hush little one
And seek never death
For it shall come in its own time.

Words turn to flesh
Fabricated by the many times you wished
For another daughter to exist
Utmost confession in its midst
I know your darkest secrets.
As
Wild eyes have seen, what wrongs you have entailed in
Another life will hear of acclaimed achievements
But the truth grows all fruits
And roots are always true.
So be wary in how you choose
To treat a human as equal as you.
For Patience knows how, to play along too.

Growth showed only happiness, from a parent's life.
Mommy and Daddy made everything right
Dreams and wishes came true before its time,
And miracles we're more real than lies.

While childhood had its rein over pride
Feelings and emotions do away-ed with crimes
Happiness grew without soil
And life,
For that short time
Felt more surreal than accomplishing veneration's

My shift in revolution has pulled trickery far out its hat
A sudden wave of miracles have slipped through my life
Perfection has beaten down on my rights
And honesty has worn the cape of invisibility
So be gone with love
Be gone with worth
And leave that which comes on its own
For baggage's aren't rare in this life we bare
And vanity puts to ease a head on white sheets

A petition for forgiveness
Filled with happy lies and conniving rights
Sourcing change from numerous why's
Oh my, what a life to hide.

Building hope from where the past has been
Only to grieve from what has been
But never have I dream't of love so divine
Until I met you, and it all came alive.

But why do I cringe at all that I have
Only to weep to have it all back in mind
I'm sorry, isn't what you desire
But my love, its all I own in this life.

It’s not easy going crazy on your own
Praying for insanity to find another home
Hoping courage would heal all wounds
But breached by the reality of being lost
I need you
More than I should
How have I become so unknown
Stitching memories up
It’s not easy going crazy on your own
And I have tried all there is
I need you
More than I should

Poem for you
From time and a fool
Rhyming freely by what a mind can give
Sophisticated by the changes of ink
To be spoken richly by the greatnest of things
Dued only by doers and fame
But ridiculed not
For its many to say.
A poem for you
My dear reader and friends

Tired souls are brave
Despite how sedated life has wailed
Cleansing sins that weigh down on our feels
Leaving only an image of what one wishes to see
But prudent are our hopes
Of never being below a sinking hole
As time reflects upon our silly ways
And preposterous are the blood that makes us whole.

Giving sense to what life holds
We seek out love from rotten souls
And ******* at the results we hold

Oh my little world
Tell me of risks in these twinkled eyes
Serenade passions of wrongs and rights
Shatter one's self with daylight's pride
Oh my little world
Where to, for peace from monsters that look alike
Where to, for strength to lift high this life
Oh my little world
Tell I of hope with silver linings
Help thou to make do with heaven's favours
Oh my little world
Carry I with thee to a world unseen

A church’s cloth has woolen innocence
Leaving man to feel right
Adding happiness to its life
Only to make blind the reality of time.

Look me in the eyes
Tell me what you feel
Show me what you need
So I can be not of greed

Feel what you would like
For only you and I can be worthy of claiming to be civilized
As shepherds call home for its dawn
A poet knows too well how fond the sky can become

So, look me in the eyes
Feel what you would deny
And tell me what lies
You can reveal

Mask me make me
A murderer
One with arrow-less views
One with clean hands
And an elegant smile
Make me mask me
From this world before life becomes valueless to me
Wipe my tears, and let me see
My faults, my wrongs
Let me see
That no human can fix me
It’s all up to me
And that’s the bitter truth
Mask me fix me
Into someone who will survive
Into someone who can survive
Mask me make me
Happier than last year me
Help me ignore my sins
Even the ones I live by
Mask me save me
Like a bitterly butterfly
Make me a cocoon to run away into
Feel me forgive me
I’m going slowly
Giving up without an audience
Tell my depression I’m sorry
I failed it
Love me hug me
That’s all I need
And with every duty I have towards you
Thank you

I’m drained
Leaving my soul to wonder
Restraining all hopes, abandoning all efforts
Oh what crime have I made
For life to be harsh upon me
I’m drained
Leaving outcomes to be
Accepting all there is to be
For I have seen no purpose in going on
Shedding flesh for dreams
I’m drained
But still have to go on
Showing happy faces towards piercing hate

Never have I, seen hate so divine
Pouting at the presence of hurt
Feeling only what favors have grown
As my entities knows not of fear.

For every minute, it has grown unveiled
Exposing only what dreams should feel
But am I rare in histories eyes
Or have I breached the self esteem line.

Pleading for freedom in its prime
Sorting only by what lies I have signed
But now I have seen,
Hate more divine, than the growth of families who denies.

Little life come alive
Inside this shield I've held so high
A blooming feel of happy times
A mother's dream has come to life.

In every means of satisfaction
You have been an inspiration
Towards a world always in growth  
I know you'll be more, than the keeper of gold.

So little life, come alive
Make paths that dreamers never had
Build firm your happiness on every isle
Of life and its playful mind.

Give me the meaning of wealth
And I'll prove, the ignorance of it
The preposterous belief that its worth more than regrets
The sudden dream that we need it.

And with all there is
Poverty still exists
So why, does wealth feels so not alive
In youth and in our prime
When mankind has always fixed its demise
Only to resurrect from denials.

So give me the meaning of wealth
Sugar coat it, if you will
But firm will my defense stand
IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN AN IGNORANT RESPONSE.

Writer's block raids through my heart
Disappointments of not providing  
Sadness of words fallen
"Am I a poet ?"
Recites within my mind
"Am I good at what I love ?"
"Am I worthy of such endeavors in this life ?"
Am I ?

Advocacy I question
For what its worth
It feeds my soul
Am I, In need of such
As a
Permission to do good .

Many stand firm in symphonies
Of faith and prayers
Giving relief to thoughts of denial
And amplified patience pays off in due time
But how outreached do I question such patience.
As I feel belittled by the man in charge.
Oh God I ask of you
Am I?

Never neglecting time as the leader
I take note of my dotage span
Amongst my fellow dwellers  
And ask repeatedly
"Am I a Poet?"

Aspirations bewildered by emotions
Taunting hope from ever becoming real
A winner I shall be
No matter what the odds may seem
Fueling sadness is not what I dream
But sometimes I do fear
As humane as death may be
It ought to be set free
From religion to division
This humanity needeth not saving from its greed
For aspirations have been bewailed by emotions
But
A winner I shall be

Heaven gave us life, so we all could make miracles
Make wonders and feel alive
Appreciate joy and be careful with love
Sore from hurt to trust
From honesty to dignities
Heaven allowed and we becloud
For what is long life without joy

Tampering flesh, beckons at saints
Bolting high a warm embrace
Sampling shame by demons we face
As fools run for the richness of fame
But never have I seen pride shine
Brighter than the outlooks of time
As morals bleed seemingly
And I face the repeat of actions burnt repeatedly
For I know of such disgrace
Feeding full the purpose of life and faith

I keep forgetting that I’m not your daughter
And I’m sorry for that
I’m sorry I try for a place in your heart
I’m sorry I do good only to keep you alive inside
I’m sorry my slip ups aren’t as normal as you desire
And I’m sorry I wasted your time on my desires
I know I’m not your daughter
But I’m hoping I remember that more often
So you never have hate grow from your fire
I know so many things
And yet I take a seat at the back
Only to let you say you knew that first
I’m not your daughter
And I know your thankful
I know your pleased at the decisions of where your motherhood streams
But please try to see
I’m trying to remember where I stand in your feelings and dreams
And remember that I’m not your daughter

Emotions pounce upon reality untwined
Suckling dry the little left of time
Differing opinions that wonders alone
And taking charge the hate that grows
As I plead with a heaven around
To heed my cries and undried wounds
I’m without faith
In this life I own

So be of need for me
And waste not the patience I crave to be

And the sky changes blue
Pleasing me and you
As !  
Strange things strive
In love we grow.
With life and small tunes.
Never much, to see where wrongs lay
As !
Mistakes forgive mistakes each day
Only !
Learning to hold the things with less say
And to smile to simplicity
For its everything we wish to change

A weather can do a lot, it can bring you down and raise you up
It can ******* sorrows and feed your heart
It can take vows instead of warmth.

So many changes from nature alone, has done a lot

And ever since God made mornings,
I’ve wept every month for nature to be understood
To see seasons appreciated by all folks.

But storms dwell not, on wanted floors
And satisfaction knows not of fallacy untold.
So deviance's are paid by skint souls

And human nature forgets its role.

Paint thou a scenery of doubts
Enriched only by the essence of hurt
Forging forgiveness muted by love
As whom to escape upon, for patience of how's
Of whom must one be an architect of life .

For happiness has brought plight into many lives
And poverty seeks comfort at holy grounds
Pleading with shame to never deny its home.

But with gifts of deeds
I'm serving only what man's growth has to feed.