Nov 18 Chidera Abaratu
TSPoetry

Grey has all but pilfered the sky
the sparrow's gone and hid away
stillness has abandoned hope
down, in fallen leaves I lay

where has the laughter gone
that once echoed in my way
amiable and highly affluent
let not vengeance rue the day

Yes, I prayed for the rain
and her most auspicious ways
when I was burnt and blistered
by sun's blind and blazing rays

But now I beg to differ
and wish her soon return
there's things I can't remember
and her love I strongly yearn

Their worst enemy sits at
the opposite side of the table
waving and smiling at them
as she always does
whenever they show their stupidity

Although she does not seem harmful
she's their greatest fear and enemy beause
she has the ability to do what
they can't do and that's to be
on the inside and at the same time
on the outside

She knows she's their most feared enemy
and she loves it because she knows
what they haven't discovered and has
what they  can never possess in this life

She knows who they truly are
she knows their inner most secrets
she feels their pains,happiness,love
Joy, sadness,numbness and satisfaction
and she's no other person than
"THEIR INNER MOST SELF "

  Nov 17 Chidera Abaratu
Poetic T

Could of filled a thousand times
Up I went, opened that loose pink hole
Must have felt like air between thighs.
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But you were always wanting more in-kind
Up it went did you feel anything inside
Could say I was small I was 9 inches 2 wide
Keep it coming fill you up, my sacks gave too much
Empty shrivelled bags seeds sewn now only dust
Till the next time my sexy Cum Bucket love.

The love of a mother
for her newborn
is enough to sense
the senselessness of this
absurd world.

We seek her in all our endearvours
because it's only through her that
we can make sensible decisions
In  the world we live in

We search for her as we
Walk pass every corner of the
Streets,estates and at every
Corner of our gates but yet
we don't find her because we
Feel she is something that
can be found on the surface

We go plac s to hear the words
Of other people in order to get her
but y t she's nowhere to be found
because we've not searched for
Her in our inner most self

We go outside the box
seeking for her but yet she's within
us and will forever keep finding a way
to get us to make rational decision
that will be of help to us

And because of these she will forever
Keep calling us and all those who are not
sensible and rational in their dealing until
we harken to her voice and she is no other person than "WISDOM "

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No, He said.

I want you
wanting.

I want to taste the miracle of your desperation,
lick the sweet sweat of tense from the hairline well hid
on the back of your pleasuring neck.

I need your needing constant completion,
but not succeeding.

The airborne aroma of your desires are fiery, arousing,
stimulus sensating me by the unending beauty of dissatisfaction,
this virus desirous, infection, makes my perpetual wanting  
for an incomplete perfect woman,
forever seeking betterment,
perfectly complete.


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11-15-17 11:51pm
mixed up emotions re this one; who is the striver, who is selfless   and/or selfish;  can be understood in many different ways

a familiar stain on my mind
falling into the cracks i bear
bask in the uncertainty
drink in the doubt slowly
allow the ghosts
of your past to soothe you
learn to let go
& talk to yourself in the
third-person
keep losing yourself
just let it go

"Oh there's something in my mind that's killing me; there's something that this life's not giving me..."
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