My all is everybody
And my family
Thinking of others
Is difficult
But time is wasting
For the future
To be an person of who
Will be the my all?

When or where
Was the sender immediately
By my all
The past is gone
And the first day begin
To show us compassion.

Whether or not
The love of hearts is in
My all 100%

                     By K-mari ©2016

"INKS OF TRUTH"

A dedication

For Soul Survivor

''~~~~~~
There's A City called Hello Poetry
And in this city,
Lives A Woman of many colours
A Poetess with a kind heart
A Poetess of Class
A Woman that loves to care for all
She's a kind soul
Meandering through this city,
She has a heart devoid of hate

* A Motherly nature
Always hoping everyone is well
Find this woman and
Appreciate her
For her heart is pure
And Soul too kind
Have you heard about Soul Survivor
Or call her Catherine Jarvis?
She is the woman
She is a Mother
A Mother of Hello poetry
Find her now and appreciate her*

Ovi Odiete©

Dedicated to Soul Survivor

Kiss me
Like if you never kiss me before
Above the mountains  
To show that you kiss me everyday
Making me lovely person.

                              Or
Hate me
Like i am the person you don't really
hate
Everyday in life
Across the rivers
To tell me that you don't like me.

Kiss me or Hate me
Like i am the person of life and love
Up top your head
Telling you to kiss or hate me
Wondering why to kiss or hate?

Kiss me is not all about kissing
But showing love to others
Hate me is not all about hating
But being kind
So kiss me or hate me.

                   By K-mari ©2016

....
Stream takes possession of the land
Made wetlands
There are plenty of fish
Meet your protein needs

Clouds are playing in the sky
The dark and the shadows are dissolved in water
You drink
To quench thirst

Yet you have an existence
With a Continuous form
He who cast the shadow on the ground
Where love and hope locked in a home
Binds within a loop with Only a God

Words which are uttered
Of course diluted within air
Has written in the book of divine
Many do not understand while they read

See a beautiful garden
They are more steadfast
And that Red Rose is for yours
I have seen a lot of values to be gloomy
Then they lost

I have seen so far
Wandering Star to Star
Again in the Fog, tried to recognize
She lost!

Ah! How come all!
Alas! How Everything lost in the time
From Empty
Or Nothing
As if an Existence of Non-Existence!  

When Silence come down
Dark touches the death role
Nothing Exist without the Spiritual Soul
From Lost to Found
Everything Answering Nothing!

But where is the balance
You will get back everything
One day!
......

Those that strive their whole life to be remembered, forget themselves in the process.

-Hadrian Veska