Are we too strong to survive the storms?
To hit the icebergs and never sink in never?
can the ship sail on to a glimpse of forever?
can we endure, can our feet carry us past the thorns?

I've counted sheep, twisted and rolled
as I lie awake by nature being trolled
Looking for a place where sleep is sold
anything I'd do to slumber in this cold
take me to a place where stories are told
not only to the Young, but also to the old
of fairytales and treasure like ruby and gold
to lure Morpheus out his heavenly fold...
I need a break for this world feels like hell
anybody knows anyone with sleep for sale?

One lesson I took from my mother is,
always smile even at your saddest moment...
It may not be the ideal situation, but
being sad about it changes nothing...I will
always smile as I walk my every mile
after all the world will only but watch
while I cry alone, it'd rather watch me smile...
The other lesson is go as low as life demands,
there's so much for you to learn in the valleys
of struggle, most of which will help you
successfully hike the steep mountains of success.

I never stopped trying to be yours...
no matter how much you pushed me away
no matter how clearly you showed me that I stood no chance
no matter the million times you threw me into a trance
no matter the uncountable times you denied me a  dance
with you to the melancholic ballad of life...
I never stopped trying to be yours
even after so many spiteful cold shoulders through years
even when you cost me Rivers, lakes and Oceans of tears
midst my fears, and even when drunk on beers
I never stopped trying to be yours...

I never stopped trying to be yours
even when you broke promise after promise
even after I knew you were a poisoned chalice
poisoned with pride and darkness inside
I never stopped trying to be yours even when
I knew you were a winter as I was inside
for I never ceased to believe together we would whither
all storms and rather than be mere guests in us find a
place we could call homes...

I never stopped trying to be yours regardless of
how much you despised me, the insults and all
I never stopped trying to have you whole
mind, body, heart and soul...

I never stopped and I never would hadn't you
pushed me beyond a point any heart could bear...
until you pulled so hard I deformed and couldn't snap back
I never stopped trying...

I can't promise the world will never come between us
but whenever that happens, I promise to kick it's ***

Please just let me know
if you feel anything for me,
I've been alone for so long that
I could use even a stone for company.

of us ain't looking for the best
rather than greener pastures we settled for artificial  tuff
we left the fight for the best to the rest
for we have realised sometimes enough is enough

Marriage's the biggest cause of divorce
Law the main cause of crime
Peace a reason behind force
For the free flow, we appreciate rhyme
Love the real reason behind hate
And free will the mother of fate
Life brings about death
Life's breath, death's absence of breath
Money's the reason some never eat
Because no matter what, none gets enough of it
Beauty is light that outshines Ugly
Without which Ugly couldn't be seen badly
Rain is the reason behind the desert
Absence of It is ***** of nature,sweet hurt
Blindness is a result of vision
We'd otherwise see reason
We agree to disagree
Someone once told me

some things were dreams until we met
and were stars far away in outta space
I was a heart drowning in self hate
one that only went by life's own pace
some things were stones before you informed me they were precious
I was a labyrinth, too complex a puzzle for I to decipher
I wasn't anything beyond Hosiana Ignatius
stuck at the red sea of my existence till you became my divider
I was a million shades of total confusion and despair
some things were fantasy like finding a healer
for I was mirrors crushed into grainy pieces,shattered beyond repair
yet you stole my trance with alcoholic efficiency like tequila
*some things were not for me, I was a rose flower growing in the wild
till you held my soul with tenderness,more of a mother holding her child

we care too much about the things outside the frame and
forget that those who truly matter are always in the picture...

Some people wait until there are no more phone calls
or texts buzzing in through the day and night
until there are no ears to listen and arms to embrace
until there are no more whispers and lips to kiss
to appreciate a presence of love in their life
some folks wait until there's no more breakfast on bed
or the golden smile like the orange orb
of the dawn in their wake to light up their day...
to appreciate the effort invested even in just wearing a smile...
Some people wait until they walk along
the beach then look back and see only two footprints
where there once flourished two pairs,
to know that all animals need four legs
even **** sapiens, and that’s why they were trusted with two more
Some folks wait until the rains come with a ravenous miasma to reminisce
that they once had more than a coat to keep away the biting chills
some people wait until their soul is midst winter
to acknowledge the warmth that darlings do bring
Some fellows wait until there's a thwarting loud silence
where the rhythm of another heartbeat
and nagging little arguments once occupied,
until music is just a miserable reminder of the beautiful yesterday
to realize that they didn't dance enough when they
had the opportunity to do so... Some people wait until
the antagonist has skipped to another story to
know that every hero needs their antagonist
and sometimes the antagonists are so simply because they are misunderstood...
Some people wait until fresh air rather than an aroma
of a carefully prepared recipe welcomes them home to
see that a House isn't Home, love is the home
as home is laughter at the dinner table
and there isn't a better meal than a big loaf of humor
shared between two cautiously weaved intricate souls made for each other,
folks wait until they are driving emptiness
a neglected anthropoid once tried to fill with
the air of romantic praise and or criticism of the skills on wheels
to realize that the escapade isn't the drive, but voyaging with our world
for most of the journeys we make are more about self-discovery
than they are about cosmic exploration…
Do not wait until it’s too late to appreciate the value
Your loved ones add to your life… Always appreciate love
When it’s given and in the same way, give love when it’s needed…

Why's it that long after you did my heart shatter
the rains of melancholy on my soul still do patter?
Why are the scars still bearing the sore feeling
centuries after they coated in the name of healing?

She was a wild fire, he burning ice,
Drawn to her gaze, the flames entice.
She, a sky, he a cloud for the rain,
Falling for her, pleasure entwined with pain.

She was a dream that stole his sleep,
An elusive reality he couldn't fully keep.
Like a grape on a branch, he kept on staring,
Yet no sour grapes, no bitterness sharing.

She was a wave in an uncharted sea,
He an incomplete circle, seeking harmony.
She was his everything, yet he remained silent,
Living in shadows, his words distant.

She soared like an eagle, he an avid observer,
A steadfast tree, hoping for a moment to serve.
She encompassed his world, his heart's sublime,
While he, a silent admirer, running out of time.

I know you're biting on your tongue
so hard you might bleed
Holding your breath,congesting your lungs
But the words are biting you with greed
Your face is flashing red and pink
You have a lot boiling, trying to decide

I don't know what to think
But I'm no longer at ease
Even if I don't know what it is
Your eyes are trying to speak
but I can't decrypt their silence
you're pale and looking sick
has something come between us
and by asking I'm making it worse?
Why are you suddenly cold
Is it something you were told

Speak, why have the smiles died
and your face says you've cried?
why is your hair looking wild
Has someone hurt you love child?
You know when you hurt I hurt
You know you have my heart
I'm breaking the more in the uncertainty
I'm losing the grip on sanity
Are you afraid I won't understand
you know I understand, I try
speak dove, don't just cry
Your tears are a thing I can't stand

The Universe was  molded for you and I to share
We are created with big Hearts so that we care
  blessed with flawless eyes so we can see the road
and the might it takes to lighten a neighbour's load
these feet are built tough for the miles to walk
we have developed brains to digest and think
and the courage to sail through life like we can never sink
we have these warm arms to tightly embrace
not folding fists, holding weapons to bring unrest
We are born with curiosity,cause life's an adventure
and a difference made by you is your presence in absensure
the beautiful teeth are designed to **** your smile
not to greet in unnecessary coarse envy and bile
our experiences are for us to inspire and tell
to uplift them whose lives feel like a living hell
the mountains and hills were built for us to hike
ensure each fresh climb beats your previous height
rainbows are hope after rain, pleasure after pain
why give up the struggle when you can start again?
the gardens of life are floret scented with consolation
for broken hearts trapped in the darkness of desolation
the scars are a testimony that wounds do heal
don't let a moment the rest your life steal
the starved hunter surrenders not when he has no ****
for the sweet glowing Sun often rises after the bitter chill
these ugly poems are penned to emphasise
that the beautiful souls are seeded to empathise.
leave your footprints in Hearts and not on sand
the dust in the heart holds firmer than that on land
so use your arms, feet, might, heart and soul
use your greatest possession for the good of us all

It was the sticks of hope that healed a broken heart
faith blessed the man who lost the race with a fresh start
the little bird hopped until she healed her broken wings
despair pushed caterpillars into cocoons and turned them into beautiful things
the tunnel was long and dark, but there was no light so it wasn't the end
for the lemon of reality was lemonade waiting to blend...
there was an incomparable calm after, all that ached was waiting out the storm
it was an enchanting smile at the end of the grotesque melancholic cry
an inspirational story on the next page, a hello in the heart of goodbye...
for the ceaseless wander found the nomad a home...

I haven't changed, am still the kid you knew
one heard by an entire world but understood by few
Am still the guy that would go the extra mile
crying on the inside yet donning a smile
the lad that had no sense of style
one whose number was never on your dial
who never went a day without showing you some love
albeit you thought you were far beyond what he did deserve
that kid you only remembered in times of crisis
who was your favorite after class tutor
the one who always vivisected the impossible essays
but who seemingly had more of a past but no future...
who barely made it to second, let alone first class
one you assured had nothing it takes to date any lass
yet always had your back and handled you gingerly like Glass
Am still that lad at whom you'd crazily hoot
and smile nonchalantly cruising off while he went the foot...
the kid obsessed with romance books
only thing ached for beyond that being your charming looks
the kid who whimpered at the mere mention of calculus
whose sweaty limbs, touching, you thought was ridiculous
Am still that kid that would never stop flirting
one in whom you found a lot of pleasure hurting
making jokes of how impotent it was having the hots
for you, who was never man enough to you for the shorts
with a brief height you found revolting
whose flowery adorations you found insulting...
that kid you often estranged
Am still that kid, nothing's changed ..