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Little boy,
one day when you wake up and peer outside,
I hope you see flowers screaming in color and children dancing.
Little boy,
someday when you look up the sky
I hope you don't see gray,
but bright, bright, blue.
Little boy,
I hope the loudest noise you will ever hear
is your own laughter.
Little boy,
I hope one day you look at yourself
and don't see ruins,
but buildings standing tall,
guarding the city.
Little boy,
hope.
  Sep 2016 Ajibade Da Silva
Mohd Arshad
If you love the poor
You lose nothing but become rich in goodness
Ajibade Da Silva Sep 2016
Hey you
Sweet remembered
Red bottom kisses
Full of inspiration

So much to say
I wouldn't dare say more
I whispered to the wind...

If u were a delta
U'd be change
Sweet like a metaphor

Wish rose peddles fell in the winter
Chills of contrast of unbridled Passion

If my prose knows no bounds...
It's because I'm fondly inspired by the
auspicious possibilities of thee

Sweet sycamore
Honey is not honey...
W/o Ü

A smirk-ish delight
Ur Hosiery
Tore away at my self control
Only if u new the landscapes
My eyes have scene

Ethereal fragrances
****** the senses
Phenomenally
Listen to the floetry track "Hey you" to set the mood, lol
Ajibade Da Silva Sep 2016
The scandalous nature of Politics
What a provocative "House of Cards"
Ajibade Da Silva Sep 2016
I love you like the RisingSun,
Ur roar is the quickening I've dreamed of...
you inspire the true measure of a man...
i see tomorrow in ur grace,
i find forever and serenity in the intimacy of our understanding...
I look forward to our growth & overstanding
Beyond Definitions
Thank you IG #suitestpee "The greatest discovery of our generation is that human beings can alter their lives by altering their attittudes of mind. As you think, so shall you be." & Kookie for the inspiration
Ajibade Da Silva Sep 2016
Conservative policies, cool
Donald Trump Clown-fuckery...
oh Nah
We are not the mob!
Ajibade Da Silva Sep 2016
Popular
Your popular
The goal of vanity
Whoa, she wove her web
Good sand in the hour glass
So shapely the our
The Way we fell through the twisting of time
A bitter sweet decent
Fading glory
what will sand, wind and memoria
Say of US...
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