Tonight, my two exhausted eyes refused to fold
And my timid soul is all restless and wide awake
Just Craving warmth and sleep but winter is cold
Oh deep sleep, give me thy frail hands to take .

It is very late and the sleep I crave is elusive
It's Casually playing by the rules of the universe
And the sleep I seek this hour appears less active
Saving the sweet yawning and naps that I deserve .

Night is here but sleep seeps beyond the light
Come back to where thy sleepy presence is needed
Oh Come you insomnia master of the starry night
Come to where a little bit of nap is appreciated .

Tonight I will genuflect before my bed and weep
Oh come to me now you dark and sleepy phenomenon
Bring me thy sweet dream to process when I sleep
Come and help me find that sleepy elusive demon .

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Rise And Shine, Make today thine
For most perfect days like mine,
Promises no perfect tomorrow
For time is a perpetual arrow .

Rise and shine, now is the time
Slay your way to the borderline
Cherish your days and every great moments
Embrace your life and own all the moments .

Rise and shine, It's happiness time
Say aloud the world is now mine
Enjoy the rays whilst it lasts
Yesterday is now about our pasts .

Rise and shine, make time thine
Shine like autumn in summer time
Put in play hours and make it yours
For a day lasts but just few hours .

Rise and shine, make for yourself time
Allow yesterday and time to intertwine
Today is here, Tomorrow still awaits
Shine.for a borrowed time never waits .

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I write beautiful poems in my quiet times
Sign that the universe delivers in silence
Like sought after answers to some mysterious crimes
With a poetic virtuoso, I rely on my intelligence
Which I use to attract imaginative awareness
To access the creative ideas brewing in my head
Certainly, for I write about poetic greatness .
For this journey, quiet time is a poetic seed
Planted at night when the entire world sleeps
Some of which I'll hopefully harvest before the world wakes
Mostly the matured ones that quietly grows and creeps
Beyond the reaches of all poem hunters who takes
Unguarded letters and affix them with poetic wings
Wings powerful enough to take them very far away
To the constellations where every dead poets sings
Hymns composed in honor of sister Maya Angelo everyday .

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We are the Ronaldos of the skillful use of words
The Da vancis of spoken words and poetry .
In the poetic universe, we are the iambic overlords
We are the atoms that bonds words in poetic chemistry
Poets are the architects and cradle of twisted emotions
Yet some consider us the masters of storytelling
You are welcome to peruse some of our creations
In no time you will be amazed, just keep reading!

Some call us the Lebrons of all euphoric writers
Privately we poets prefer to call ourselves wordsmiths
Because of the creative ways we bend loose letters
For it's only poets capable of polishing words like silversmiths
Most of the things we write about are profound and captivating
The deep emotions we stir , all the tears they evoke ,
Our passion and poetic ingenuity, the gift of writing
Our days,our nights , our lives to this craft we'll forever devote !

Right in the dead of a very cold winter
When the tired slave's soul is ash gray
And the cotton plantation becomes whiter ,
Begins a poor slave's hard working day .

In Winter when the master makes a call
This was every slave's worse nightmare
It was time for his hard whips to fall
insurmountable pains he couldn't bare .

Snowballs are piled outside like cotton
His Wounds hurts but as usual he's told
Stay strong brother Kunta, just hold on
Just Stay calm till the barn is closed .

This is the mid of a cold bitter winter
And the crow of a **** heralds a sad day
A slave's prayer to God was a sad whisper
He needed strength to get pass this day.

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For God to work through mysterious ways
Everybody have to hustle for many days
That's why success belongs to he who prays
And works tirelessly beneath the sun's rays.

God will always work through mysterious ways
So it doesn't matter how many yeses or nays ,
Or the different kinds of setbacks or delays
Remember that perseverance always pays.

As thousands of migrants sojourned from Timbuktu
All destined for Libya from the ancient Kingdom of Mali,
One ,a patched lip skinny kid , greeted them''Assalamualaikum''
''Why are we dying in Libya ?'' asks the young migrant called Ali.

For several months , everyday , from sunset to sunrise
Ali said he too dreamed of being a part of the mass migration
'' Oh my dear brothers, I wish your plans were otherwise ''
For many of you will not reach your final destination.

Ali said Libya was the cradle of modern day slavery,
Death trap ,a magnate that lures desperate poor Africans
Escaping prosecution, economic hardships and poverty
Just for them to end up dead like sardines in cans.

Oh Africa Ali asks,where are all of your leaders?
What have we done to deserve this unspeakable evil?
Is it because of the hues of our beautiful black leathers?
When did we become the slavery anvil?

Man to man , is so unjust '' he quoted Bob Marley
'' But Arab to Black Africans is another sad story ! ''
'' Why are Black people being sold into slavery?
Why is the whole world sitting so supinely?

~ Ivan Brooks Sr ~