The hate in me is dangerous
So as the love as faded away to any  man
The request for freedom and victory is like the end of a tragic old man dictionary
Stock in a old bar shelf fulled with 1958 bottles
The        hate.     In.       me.       is.        dangerous
The education of the mind is destroyed and my decision is given up
Dark lights as found me hold in a spot
In regards  of joy and happiness
All I really need as been destroyed as the axe hit against the woods by a strong woman full with passion in division of a trees height
Hate        in     me.      is.          dangerous
My body is broken and my baseline mind is without approval
As my mind Walk on  stones covered with roses like a king of England castle walls
My soul speaks out of shames and rejected saying “my happiness is my pain and my pain is the reason for my happiness.
Just as a souls walked round the four scales of the world with half coins in this pocket,
But ,all scales request a full coin in a grips of the other side to relax in  lighten darkness
So false
The emotions of my body couldn’t hear my soul, because
He was just drunk with a 1958 wine called “booths”
Am just wondering on his memories after the wine bottle.

A walking soul
Oh walking man without a journey
Where as your legs is gone to the Sea
Because the pathway is craved in stones and ropes
As the memories on the sand as lost his origin
Oh walking Man
Your heart is full with stones and you legs is too heavy
His eye is big and could not hold a stone
The journey of your land has destroyed you and the sky could not feel is breath
And his morning is dark as the night
The crossway is like a rainbow above the skies and your experience's
of the land has faded away
Oh walking Man
The earth has become your heart
And your heart has beget his history
No , none has you
Mistress remember you
Oh walking Man
The sun and moon has change it's image
Like the skin of human race
The perfection of the sunset has forgotten his Time and the shadow of the moon has increases worries in his
walks
The beautiful tree as turn to clothes And your clothes as forget it's color
The pretty of life is gone and animals are dying again and again as
The shadow of the world is gone but the footsteps of his claims and disclaim could never WASH away.

A boy
A girl
Could be different in many ways just imagine it yourself
I would,due to parents
Yes,due to different home with one religion and different culture
Or different religion , one culture
Both in a special expensive clothes known as G "as far you could remember"
Boy could be you "Igbo, Yoruba or hausa,
Likewise the girl
But goes to different schools and.attain different education with misconducts attitude towards Life
As they both enjoy life in a grips of moment
She forgot culture,
He forgot religion,
As the division of life brings difference between them
She is educated and he is hard working
Both Really have no reason to work together rather than to build a home of one religion and one culture .
I think, Both are in love
With......................................?
Culture and religion.

Unknown friend
The unrelationship between the Sea and the wind
Is like a strange demur within us
An unknown fellow
He has caused sadness and pains
Between them
The end of rancid
And the unperfected smile on our face
Always caused misbelieves among man
As a inconcluded facts
Your relationship has destroyed the love we once share!How can I imagine
The way ,you smile's;Sea
Also the way ,the flow ;Wind
Without knowing what's behind the mask
As the wind blow around me
I feel little terror
As a mighty rocking cliff
In my mind
Because it claims without refuses .hmm hmm
As the cloud move AWAY
So your pains and hard broken heart has taking our friends and loved one's
Like an awaiting joy of the sunset couldn't help But instead
It's make us feel brutal and outrageous for love
Oh friend ,
In an unknown mash as taking those whom are not colourful to his home
The awareness of his mind has maketh sweet portion's to loose it Taste and
demur us into undemulsify act's

My RAIN DROP
AS FAR FROM MY HEART
I SEARCH FOR YOU
IN THE DEPTHS OF YOUR LOVE
I WAIT FOR YOU
YOU ADDED A DROP INTO MY HANDS AND ITS HARVEST MY HEART
THE MORE, I SEARCH FOR YOU
THE MORE, YOU SWING INTO MY HEART;OUT OF CONTROL
AM WITHOUT THIRSTY
AND AM WITHOUT RANGE
RANGE IN TIME BUT YOUR RAIN ALWAYS REACH MY CLAIMS
I SET OUT FOR YOUR LOVE
ONLY TO FIND YOUR LOVE , GROWING INSIDE MY HEART AS A BRIDGE ACROSS MY WALLS
WHAT MANNER OF CREATURE ,ARE YOU
THE SOUND OF A THOUSANDS LAUGHTER "IN MY HEART"
AM NOT SHY OF YOUR TERROR IN THE LAND
AS FOR ME , YOUR UNSTABLE SOUNDS CALL FOR US TO LOVE MORE AND MORE
EVEN, WHEN YOU STOP FALLING, YOUR RAIN BROUGHTOUT BRIGHT LIGHT INTO MY EYE'S
THE LITTLE SOUNDS AS YOU FADE AWAY FROM RANGE IS LIKE A RIVER FLOWS WITHIN ME
YOUR LOVE AS WASH ME CLEAN AND YOUR TERROR AS FOUND ME TERSE
YOUR LOVE IS MY RAINDROP.
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