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This is poetry for my friend; this is a letter to my real gee
You told me that I'm a winner; my achievement has no limit
You told me to keep it real; be nobody and just be me
Forget what haters say; you told me that I could be big
You told me that one day my pain will be gone in a gifi
When I go deep in thought; you get the key to my thinking
You're the closest to my heart; you're a friend more than a sibling
Through hardship and pain; like a mother, you never leave me
When I was feeling down; you'd only one that sees me cry
When I'm alone wishing that I could say goodbye
You refined my soul when I was acting prodigal
Amidst the good of life; you're my choice, the one I only wants
Through worst and better time; you're the arm that I'll be holding on
When all thought that I was whack? You said my rhyme is more than dope
And when I'm broke and full of sob; you showed me tomorrow full of hope
They treat me like cowardice
But I survive through them like parasite
They try to feed me fruit and sent me out me paradise
But I caught their whole disguise
They sent me black roses
They fed me bad doses
They give me bad diet
But still I never die yet
My sorrow is their ecstasy
My defeat is their legacy
But I will never let-them-win
I'll stand and die, legendary
I don't give a f*ck about em enemies
I do not care ‘bout their detesting things in any means
I am not fund of uttering platitudes
In stain glass attitude
Soon I'll break those chains
Coz it has cause me so much pain
And when you start making it' everyone will say
That you're walking through a mystic way
But the air severe is but a mere veneer
The cynic smile is but a wile of guile
And when you become an iconic guy,
Your enemies will say "his fame's ritualised"
And when you arranged your lines to entertain them
Your real dude will woo your rhymes like it's Shakespeare's
Coz you did the impossible; you must be sorcerous,
The venon of their mouth compared to a snake is dangerous
But all their malice and hate do not move me
Their gossips and critic will not mute me
I'll buckle my shoe and shoot for the stars
And keep-on aiming for the sky till I die
Storm;
Rain.
Dirt;
Pain.
I'm gone;
Insane.
I could feel dessert in my vein
Terror running through my brain
And I see the fleet and the heat reversing my aim
Defeat;
Fell.
The flit;
Hell.
I'm sinking inside the well
But I live like all is well
Brain;
Dead!
My skin is turning to a shell
Mind and soul running to a dwell
The thought
And memory
The fall
And gravity
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves
And all that famous harmony of leaves
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky;
Had blotted out my image and the cries.
But I keep sailing on the deck of the abandoned ship
Maybe one day, I'll find my way, to the top of the hip
Irrespective of the hate speech and sar-donic
Some say I'm doomed like Odysseus and his wagon ship
But I keep levitating my soaring height
Like a moon climbing upon an empty sky
No climate or condition could dismantle me
Like a bat hanging on a drying tree
This language which my dream is written; keep-on baffling me
And there's never being a psyche to analyse or subtitles it
Maybe somebody hid hope and desire; + fear and hate
Under my feet that follows me night and day
Maybe someday my dark heart will at least turn to gray
For this is the price that I've got to pay
To be brave in the face of pain
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Tears rise in my heart
And gathers in my eye
As I lean to touch the sky
The more I try; more I fall
As I try to blaspheme between the stars
The more I search; more I lost
More I cry; the more I mourn
For my book of fate is about to burn
The path to my dreams is about to u-turn
How on earth will I debug,
This raging fault
How will I erase this engraved dirt?
My skin will burn; my flesh will hurt
Though my dreams are dead but I still live
I shred my strength to breath; but I still breathe
How I wish to be with him (my dream) under the six feet
How I wish I got a deadly flick from this street
Then, I decide to take a walk through my district.
To rid away the thought from my instinct
Ironically, I walk majestically and peep at everyone I did meet.
And I think that how would it be
If I wasn't bred to slum filled with big filth
Then I shake my head
And I said.
How could it feel?
To live without being seeing
To live like a god in my thought
To live poor but humane in my hut
To live in this world without being hurt
To pass through enemies plot without being caught
The abhor and foe won't want me grow
Let them go to space and stop me glow (the vibe, they don't)
So I don't feel abice with their songs of hate;
Malice and rage.
I have worked hard
And at this juncture I cannot ******
That tears I've shed were because of fear,
The kick I took that deafened my ear.
Eventually I became this child of steel,
Hard as a rock, with no tender feel.
I became immune to the blows to my head,
As the tips of my welts slightly bled.
The pain, it faded and my heart grew weak,
But as my body grew stronger, I became this freak.
It teaches me from wrong to right.
My rage grew strong,
And even against the world,
I won't take a flight
I stood to fight
they criticise her and make her hate the moment
her dignity and pride is stolen
they break her stance and potent
she does succumb the omen
they offer her zero condolence
they laugh and mock and curse her
they call her *******
they call her a ****
and other names of such
they drain her to danger red
they call her witch and theft
they make her hate herself
she scurve her face and wept
she cry herself to sleep at night;
hoping that things would change
she 'd told herself that things 'd be right;
one day my pain and scar would fade
and if she would never fly
she said " i'd rather die"
she strive to reframe her picture
her heart and soul is injured
she strive to reframe her name
so she 'll overcome her shame
now the path to succed is open
she's out the heat of oven
she smiles behind her rolex
her foes is rendered goaless
her shame has turned to fame
and her life is not the same
her haters now adore and love her
now none of them can stop her
their hate and game and hurt
is the reason for what she'd turn
An angel sent to save my soul
A prominent part that makes me whole
A guiding light that guides me right
Meeting such a dutiful heart; I am delight
Her beautiful face surpass the sight
Her wisdom-rate; I can't describe
She impact in every world
She protects and guides with heavy word
She understands it all; words unspoken
She mends and heals the heart that's broken
She's my messiah that was fore-told to be coming
A saviour to the fallen
What would the world’ve being
Without people like this
HER WORDs BRING RELIEF TO THE HEART
She's the superwoman sent to save my earth
She was a thing every real man in the universe wanted
A thought that saved me from being haunted
By the monster of a lifetime; impaired with loneliness
A gorgeous illusion which gave me some happiness
There came an angel to my side
From the bowers of paradise
She hosted my heart, and in my system, hers is ah parasite
She was my own, mine earthly bride,
With heaven's pure sunshine in her eyes.
We were mated from above, millennial before I was born
I live happily in her love.
Love was my all, my guiding star,
And like a wanderer in the night,
I hailed the radiance of her light from afar,
Because it shone with certain light;
All those visions, bright and high,
Which the pure-hearted only see
And the love-binded can only feel
The sun envy how her soul glow and shine
And the union of her soul and mine
Fastened tight like a pillar of a skyscrapers' hall
This poor world seemed far too small
To hold the measure of my love
My precious wife, my nesting dove
My paired-mate from above

Hmm, then there came a fearful day,
A day of sorrow and of pain,
When, like a helpless child, I lay
And fever burned in my every vein.
When the living-parasite in me, left its chest
And my own heart roams around, east and west
Looking for a chest to nest
And my lily lung couldn't make a breath
Weeks came and went, they went and came
And I could only breathe the name
Of the lone watcher at my side
In faint and weak, at length I lay,
I felt my pulses fluttering play
My spirit is about to leave its being
This worthless vessel's 'bout to turn to bin
While darkness gathered over all
Like autumn leaves about to fall.
My poor, tired heart could do no more
And I could see the Grim-Reaper opening door
But why? Why living, striving, dying,
Why never did my soul cease crying?
I'm about to lose my faith;
Is this my destined fate?
Why did she precede her LOVE with HATE?
How would I le-vitate
I prayed with the last power
Waiting for my last hour

But in between life and death
My roaming heart found its nest
My being became whole again
My pain and hurt flows away
On my prayer mat; I knelt, I lay
With my hand stretched-sided; I stare at the sky and pray
Give, Oh Lord, Give me, I implore
One pure spirit that can love me, one that I, too, can adore
Children of these days
They're in big dismay
Their attitude, degrade
Their lifestyle is fake
Their value in my eye seems depreciate
They're such a big disgrace

Children of these days
Can't walk without dancing
Just a slight rhythm; and they'll start bouncing
Devilish music; devilish words gat more liking

Children of these days
Their behaviour makes me sad
They would even say 'Hi' to their dad
That's really bad
An act of being  ******

Children of these days
They're so decietful
They won't even greet you

Children of these days
are so mono
They're less gospel and more solo
Surfing the internet; looking for free *****
Man; this logo you have is real loco

Children of these days
Their ways are odds
And they spit missiles of words
They don't want to stain their boot with dirt
But they forgot they're firstly designed from mud

Children of these days have big mouth
They are too proud
They're much of meriment; they're too loud

Children of these days
Should watch out for hollow
They'll say "we are the leaders of tommorrow"
But they do not know
The path to success is narrow

Children of these; I pity
For they think they're pretty
But their style of life is filthy

Children of these days
They post pancaked face on facebook
And ask "How do my face look?"
Ma'am; "you're just a lame snook"
About to get trap in a fish-hook

Children of these days
Don't know their culture
Shoulder 's on; like vulture
That latitude that you walk-on; is not yours
these attitude of yours that you does nurture
Will torture and dis-configure your fine posture
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Children of these days
Please take heed
Life is more than that; which you see
So, children of these days; please repent
Before you have a child; you know attitude do reflect
I am never gonna relent
So that my children; that day; won't be bent
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