There Was A Baby in A Manger,
Whose divine life was in dire danger,
Of a prophetic destiny born
bound for crucifixion to mend the lives torn,
That biblical Baby in A Manger.

Walking away sometimes isn't moving on
Just like sometimes moving on isn't walking away
Breaking up isn't necessarily creating enmity
Though sometimes creating enmity involves breaking up
Desire isn't fire even if sometimes it does burn
Memories seldom totally fade away after it's done
We meet, but every Hello comes holding hands with her goodbye
The road which bound us'll separate us,no matter how hard we try
The package of our birth contains the towel of our death
And as we celebrate so shall we mourn
Every cradle cup has its grave etched on it
And it counts on like a clock, beat by beat
Till we are there, in the great beyond
A place where those who return never visit
Every dawn crawls along to meet her dusk
Like a bride to her groom as a wedding task
Today is here awaiting a conquerer's victory
For every moment shall someday be history
Traditionalists believe the sun matches around the Globe
Scientists say otherwise, they say what moves is the Globe
That's why as you hold my arms and softly kiss my lips
I kiss you hard till down your lips blood drips
So that when this sweet start someday marries its end
When this great fire dies out once we've stopped to fend
We will remember one thing,how passion glowed like Mars
Each time we meet,by just a glance at your scars
But till then, I'll keep hoping ours is as ageless as the sun
And as continuous as the boundless oceans and seas
As treasured as an Ancien king's first born son
Yet as strong as Diamonds, and fascinating like how the Eagle sees
I will keep hoping that even after forever you'll be mine
That ours is an endless poem, one that shall never witness a last line

There'll come days when you'll have nothing to write
and trust me even that nothing will be enough
you'll try to embrace the hollow of deficiency
but choke in the dark fumes of attempting to put up a fight
against the void whilst you search for your efficiency
you will scratch your mind for just a word but in vain
shake you will the trees and nothing will fall,it will pain
no single leaf will, not even a dry little twig
you'll wander all over the gardens of creativity
but find no soft alluviums,not a single spot to dig
it will feel an unfair election that fate is going to rig
yet your petition will yield no fruit, not an apple,nor a fig
your fingers will itch worse than infestation by a jigger
with the enema of motivation present but meagre
you'll miss the days whence it rained rhymes
oh! how much you'll long for those flooding times
like a pauper loitering the streets hopelessly thirsty for dimes
and the bells of your emotions will ring melancholic chimes
as you remember that sweet piece that got many hailing your prowess
and like a snail, return will your abilities in
an unbearable wait, call it a steady progress
you will be an active volcano whose vent's blocked from within
forced to abide by the nonentity blank of where to begin
unlike the usual floret and bombastic sweet nothings
you'll draw the fly speck in ink of unclear etchings
to give definition to the infinity of your nullity
and the insubstantiality of the ink sprayed
will be tattered clothes that patch your mental ******
you won't be satiated, but you'll survive the monsters of obsession that hide
in the furthest corners of your psychomotor, deep inside
and you'll appreciate the philosophy, sometimes obstacle's the path
for the scratch and naught from your struggle'll bear worth
so never take shelter under the sunless tree of the writers block
the wave of emotions poets command can break any stumbling block

Walked on the mud
Her reputation marred
Evading the bird

Remind me to walk out on my heart if it ever falls in love
to ignore all its whining once it's broken again
remind me to pluck it out and fry it red on a pan
and savour in the aroma of my own death
as I roast all the love away from this little piece of meat
remind me to dump my soul in boiling liquid hydrochloric acid
if I ever walk back to your arms when fooled by your charms
remind me to create an opening where all that air of reconciliation
will be ****** out my inflated soul,remind me to seal the vacuum
so that I'm eternally reminded of your treachery by the emptiness
remind me to cut my limbs off so that you won't sweep me off my feet
remind me before desire gives me wings to soar higher and higher
remember please, be the wet blanket that puts off that deadly fire
and if my lips ever dry trying to lure me into lubricating them
with the sweet oils of your imprisoning kiss
please remind me to bite and wound them so that
the wounds are infested with pus and undeserving of this your kiss
remind me the moment I cannot take my eyes off your beauty
to heat a spoke and pass it through them so that I can be blind
after all I'll still posses the glamorous visage of the mind
remind me to run back into the biting cold of my shell
if I ever find comfort in your warm embrace
remind me if I start considering forsaking my loneliness
that the warmth of your welcoming touch
and amazing company is pretty much
the disguise of the blazing fires of your hell
remind me to hit my head with a brick
a trick to stir my brain once it remembers
the better times lost instead of the ashes from those embers
remind me when my arms are frozen with constant craving
and the walls of my isolation on the fringes are caving
to rebuild the pillars and fences,to hold even tighter to my defences
to think again when I'm drunk with the wine of romance
slap me with reality when I'm staggering
and I've probably lost the firm grip on my senses
support me so that I don't fall, turn off the music
we can't have another dance,we don't deserve another chance
remind me not to walk past the twilight zone, the just friends zone
when I'm walking back to you fracture me,each and every bone
remind me of how wounded I am, poke my scars and make me bleed
show me where forth love avenue's bound to lead
when I say hello,say goodbye,treat my imploring truth as a lie
remind me if I forget, taking that path is only going to make us cry
remind me when hot amour gets hold of yours and my heart
that after the warmth melting us we are bound to fall apart

Busy helping people pick up their shards
That I've even forgotten my pieces still
Linger on the floor, some too shattered
To be picked.
I'm busy trying to shine some light along their path
Forgetting the beam seldom gives as much light
To the person holding the torch of inspiration
I'm so caught up cleaning up other people's mess
That even when mine stinks I think It's just the remnant of theirs
I'm so ******* helping them deal with their demons
Probably because I fear facing my own monster
With a heavy log in my eye but I only see the specks in theirs
I'm the life guard of their swim across the ocean of despair
But my anchor is sinking me deeper and deeper
I'm teaching many the basics of combat in life
Yet life is the one battlefield I have failed to fight on
I guess I'm worse than them who seek for healing
For they are unlike me brave enough to realize they need a therapy

Anger lashing out like waves hitting the shores within
Blinded by the fire, lacking where to begin
Breathlessly fighting for life yet holding my breath
Not believing that it's over,clinging to regret
Now that you're gone what's left is paper and pen
Without a difference between now and then
Except you being gone and never returning
And my mind burning and soul still yearning
Thoughts running east and then back to west
Searching for memories, a holy grail quest
Crumpling the papers as if they're responsible
For the beautiful poetry but finding no rhyme
Choosing to embrace loneliness and enjoy the crucible
Wishing by pushing back the clock I'd rewind time
Forgetting to draw back the curtains battling fright
Waking to horrors and creepers of the night
Trapped in the biting cold, hardly finding sleep
Wide eyed even after counting a million sheep
Searching for your fragrance in the sheets
Failing, like the recollection of how I you meets
Abandoning my bed and staggering in the darkness
Crushing over stuff searching for the switch
Wishing I still had the lamp you took with you by my bed
Or the phone I broke angered by your satirical tweet
It's like you were never here for your absent in my head
Hit as I turn on the blinding light by the current
Taking a **** and back to my PC to search for torrents
The movies I trashed when you left, songs I deleted
Now I treasure them as much as I had hated
Two three songs, I find memories lost in years
Only to start another war,battling back my tears
The scars are open and I bleed in love again
My passion for you is as fresh as the pain
Sadly I can't pelt the staring walls with my PC
She's an expensive and only source of my torturous peace
So my pillow takes her place and the potted flower
Funny I got strength for this but not will power
I need help but then will anyone understand?
Alone and accused on the boulevard of broken dreams
Jealous as the first ray of dawn kisses the sky
Onto the same staring walls I lean as I cry
Cursing where I've been, unsure of where
I'm going like lost fountains in a stream
I want to tell God to stop this crazy ride and I get off
And right there dizzy conjures my eyes and I sleep off

You took my breath away perfecting your sigh
I lost my wings teaching you how to fly
you know, it cost me my smile to diminish your cry...
I lost my way seeking to find you a path
and my shine to enhance your glow...
I lost reason struggling to build your thought
plus my vision attempting to make you see
that I was manacled just to set you free.
to see you rise I fell, you deserved a fairytale
I gave up my heaven to put you out your hell.
I lost my grip keeping you in touch, my faith inspiring you to church
healed your wound I got a scratch, amputated trying to be your crutch
I hated showing you how to truly love
and to keep you on the straight I had to swerve
for ours was a seesaw, I lifted you high whilst dropping low,
I lost all I had to provide the plenty you sought
because I valued you so much I forgot my worth

Throw away anything else but love...
It's a gift you can't easily replace

They say it is highly paying to keep calm
That she's gracefully walking my way
That someday love will surely come
To shed light of joy upon my desolate soul and to stay

They tell me to keep my eyes on the look out
They tell me it might come like a bird from the blue sky
And steal loneliness and hurt something I highly doubt
That someday drunken in romance I'll sigh

They say the walk of love is that of a hunting lion
Treading softly not to ***** its absorbed prey
That It's worth the wait as love renders a shoulder to cry on
**** hopeless but a thing for which I still pray

It isn't what they say but what I know that keeps me strong
I know I'll slap love when she's finally here for taking so long

Of what purpose are wings to a caged bird?
Of what use is the light of dawn when her voice is hardly heard
and albeit sweet, alone she can't make the dawn a chorus?
of what use are her claws without moist and wormy soils to scratch
what's the point of waking early with no worms to catch?
of what use are her eyes when she can't watch
the big blue sky, of what use are thick canopies where she won't nest?
why does she sing? Is it a melody, is it a dirge?
Does she need a cage mate with whom she's forced to merge
while her bone and blood mate wanders somewhere in search
of the one who left him before their first eggs could hatch?
Of what help is, to a caged bird, a friend?
Is it just to share the agony that won't end
or help hurtfully peck the little bars that won't bend?
To a caged bird of what purpose are feathers,
one that suffers a cold heart courtesy of iron tethers?
why should she be warm when she misses comfort of her home
the comfort of intricately weaved grass and loving family
the warmth radiated when living with her own species happily?
Does a caged bird need loyalty when there are bars to enforce,
those charmingly curved to ensure her freedom's loss?
Tell me...
Of what purpose are wings to a caged bird?

Can't be sad that I have no Easter poem, the bible says it all
that whence He died, He died for my Soul
He took beatings, insults and all sorts of pains
including crowning with thorns to free my chains
He carried a cross in shame whipped by scorn and hate
just so you and me could have tickets to Heaven,He changed our fate
He stood up each time the weight got Him succumbing to gravity
because He knew we ain't no Devil's property
He even descended into the hades,it was no fairy tale
and that way we all, to go to paradise won't have to go through Hell
He beat the Devil in many ways including the forty days
when the cunning lad tried to tempt Him with Earthly praise and raise
At the Gardens in Gethsemane whilst the disciples slept He bled
and didn't end there,on the third day He rose fresh from the dead
ask me not how I gained from Jesus' suffering death and resurrection
for it's beyond measure, it's as miraculous as the transfiguration
but my lesson besides the gain is that I can overcome pain
that no matter how steep the hills may seem there's always a plain
that even when all hope is gone there's a third day to rise
that the devil is out there in the desert, I should always shine my eyes
He taught me that those who crown us with thorns don't define who we are
We're kings and Authors of our stories, different from what they claim by far
Jesus taught us to forgive the Judas and the Peters
We shouldn't forsake them just because they looked on while the world beat us
that while on my cross,some are going to give me inspirational talk
sincerely while others are just going to satirise and mock
that there are still good people in this world who can help me with my load
Just like Simon of Cyrene lifted the cross that burdened my lord
I just have to let them in, a crowd of adversaries can't lack a friend
He reminded me that in this world I am but a visitor
you should always remember this even after Easter
so many lessons there are but mostly, that death is not the end

the rest of my short life will be spent
appreciating your picturesque glow
just like the moon has endured centuries
hailing the splendour of the sun

There was a part of me that thought this
Could go on till infinity
A part that wanted to stay locked in your arms
There was a part that believed we'd always find answers
To always mend the cracks and keep enjoying the charms
There was that part that kept hoping above all hopes
That the heartbeat of our affection never stops
That part that endured the thorns of roses
And your conundrumous tantrums in doses
One that wished we wouldn't run out of second chances
It was responsible for all those backward glances
There was a part that believed would keep reigniting the spark
No matter how cold the shoulders you gave us*
*But then there was another that saw darkness in our spark
An end in our start,pain in our gain
And fatal loneliness in our company
That at her inception our love had died
There was that part that felt how breathless we were
One that saw us on feeders even while still on tar
A side that always knew we wouldn't last
A side I loathed and didn't trust
One that prophesied like all metals so would our passion rust
No matter how strong we believed that ours true it was
However hard we evaded the looming wars
And now there's this part, that sends voices
Through the cracks in the scanty shards
Consequent to your goodbye and other choices
That still believes in us,this part says we have to try
That even if it makes us cry
what are tears
but a colourlessness liquid that will dry?
This part wants another journey with you
This part doesn't know Alphabet, it places I right next to you
This part sounds quite convincing
I think all along you've been the something missing
Precedent to the hollow emptiness in my heart
Come back, let's hurt each other again
After all even apart I'm lonely and it drives me insane
And I get more mad seeing you wallow in the mire of pain
Maybe hurt is a constant but we can
introduce variables to outweigh the aches
Come back,stop asking why it all went wrong
We will never know, maybe we was too weak or strong
Can't stand my mind saying you're my Exe
While another part of me thinks you a part of me

All we share in common is nothing
but at the moment nothing is enough
all we share are the insults you've thrown at me
which I feel are better than having bombs drop at me
all we can agree on are thousand disagreements
something much better than the war entanglements
the innocence of my blood that was almost shed
for my cradle wanted but to see me dead
all we hold in our hands is the street from where I beg
but isn't that prettier than a torn head or broken leg?
all we breathe in from the gutters is your oxygen
it's enough even if I am not forgiven
all we share is that crumb you dump in the pit
and your jeers, unsympathetic for my tears besides spit
all we share is the world you've grown up from
because chocking melancholy has
taken over my precious land
all our palms touch are the petals of red roses which
I pick up after your beautiful dinner
after it's trampled over by the carefully shaven heel of your lover
for it's after being trampled that its scent is sweeter
and which fragrance does spring in me hope
all we share in common is spring grass that's greener
for so it was in that field I last watched my best friend play
it was where his blood oozed as I did pray
  grass that burnt black as I called on
my little brother's heart not to stop
all we share in perfect common is prayer
you praying for my kind to leave
I for those left behind whilst they hopelessly grieve
wondering if I made it to the other side of the ocean
doubting whether Allah, Jesus
or whoever's creator's really watching
and if He's watching whether he's enjoying the tragic play
of reality,
all we share in common is the big beautiful sky
for while you look to it and wear that pretty smile
I smile too,only I recall the darkness left behind
the neighbour who took my bullet
the soldiers who arrived when it's too late
the lover who stepped on my land mine
one who promised they'd forever be mine
(how forever could be so short!)
the malnourished children and desperate parents
what's a happy blue sky to you only reminds me of their pine
so while you smile, I smile and at the same time I cry
I understand, all we share in common is nothing
but I'm glad I've learnt that sometimes in life
nothing could mean everything

Keep happy, smile...
Run your life like a Train, trust the tracks,
sometimes you have to trust the guidance of your life
for God knows why your road meanders left or right...
He's the tracks that'll see you through the day and night...
It might take a year, two or ten, it doesn't matter when
as long as you don't derail, you will reach your destination...

I didn't stop loving you, I just started loving me...

"When your turn finally arrives," he says,
"you'll understand why the wait was really long.
You'll see why the storm was rough and strong,
Why the Ocean was endless, the sails torn.
When your turn finally arrives, every tree in this jungle will make sense.
You'll appreciate each wound and scratch for the beautiful scars they are.
You'll finally see adventures in your endless journey.
You'll realize that the burdens and weight you couldn't bear
were merely the crucible where your strength was forged.
The wrecking heartbreaks, the tears you've shed,
You'll learn chiseled your spirit and your character made.
When your turn finally arrives, you'll understand that
The purpose of going through the deepest caverns and the darkest tunnels
was to unearth hidden gems, like precious pearls in funnels.
When your turn arrives, amid life's daily stumbles,
You'll discover that each loss you picked up along the way
collectively turned you into the masterpiece that you are."

There Was A Quiet Girl by the Corner
A loner and all her folks were goner;
But she hardly did mind being kind
to all in need, even wounded birds she could find
That reserved pale Girl by the Corner

Living in your arms was the easiest of things to do
'Cause when we do the things we love we feel no weight
My amour blossomed even amidst the weeds of ill-fate
We were a boundless ocean with an ambiance of blue
I loved the gentle chains of your soft embrace and kiss
I loved how we wandered about aimless filled with bliss
The aroma of the words we spoke and the promises we made
Still haunt me as I talk, they are still lingering about my head
No place 'll ever see the breeze in the shed behind your eyes
And no other lips 'll ever paint truth on the membranous paper of lies
Our lustrous flames were ever blazing as if I was truly loved
So monstrous and seizeless that It seemed it'd burn forever
Can't lie,I don't know what it means being forever together
A risky venture I thought ('cause of the moments we shared) I deserved
There was a warmth and comfort in the sunshine of your smiles
I was so charmed in that I'd walk a thousand miles
Your false affection took me into a different dimension,so high
In space so that even while arched I couldn't touch the sky
But those wings of passion were cut one altramentous afternoon
And since I was off-course the sky,my heart wanders among Aliens
I've been so close to healing but there isn't gravity on that moon
I'm a cosmic nuclear threat, and looser is my alias
Been to planet animus where It's race doesn't breathe
You took with you my inter-galaxic faith map can't locate my grid
I 've my doubts,lost in the milky way but I'm a little glad
If you were human,explain why you harbored blue-blood
You lacked the empathy to understand I wasn't superhuman
To realize my weaknesses and mistakes are only because I'm human
You crashed my heart to mere shards by your "tantrumous' meteor showers
Walked with me through thorns disguised in flowers
Met a heathen who has promised to heal my wounds and scars
Time says she'll fly me down to earth on her wings, hope she does
She says she can't let me return to that place,your arms of all
She's promising to find me a better city, a honest soul
For she's a friend to humans and shares their affection
Theirs is the armour of love rather than paranormal perfection

I am not good at saying goodbye
And if I ever did,the speech will all be a lie
You've always been my sunshine in the dark
Why waste time leaving just to turn right back?

I wish someone had
told me to stay away
from poetry
I wish I had
known it's an addiction
that won't let me rest
I wish someone had
showed me another way
to get burdens off my chest
besides dumping the shards
sealed in bags of vocabulary,
I wish I hadn't fallen
too deep in love
to find solace in words
for this sums up how much
my addiction rewards

I would walk a thousand miles to see you
So I've converted miles to social media hours
Because It's the only way I can say "I love you"
After all can't walk on Oceans without supernatural powers

I'd surrender mine just to hear your heartbeat
If she could be given without her skin called mortality
I'd have stars across the night to always have your sky lit
But I cannot promise dreams which stand no chance becoming reality

I'd massage every tired muscle of your fatigued heart
If the fingers of my affection could penetrate the distance
I understand,enough times before you've been hurt
But if you wasn't so far away I'd burrow through any resistance

I would bring the moon from the sky to your door
For one reason, you're a treasure I love and adore