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Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2023
Maybe we were going nowhere or somewhere,
Our paths uncertain, destiny's secrets to bear.
But in our comfort, we clipped our wings and feathers,
Forgetting the dreams that once bound us together.

Lost in the solace of finding one another's embrace,
We settled into a rhythm, a comfortable space.
But in the process, we stifled our flight,
Denying the yearning for adventures and new heights.

The winds of change whispered their gentle plea,
To reclaim our wings, to set our spirits free.
For comfort can breed complacency, my dear,
And complacency extinguishes the flame we hold dear.

So let us dare to spread our wings once more,
To chase the horizons we've longed for before.
Embrace the uncertainty, the thrill of the unknown,
And rediscover the passion that once brightly shone.

Together, let's mend our clipped wings and feathers,
Rekindle the fire that burns for grand endeavors.
For in finding each other, we discovered a spark,
A shared desire to soar, to venture, to embark.

No more settling for comfort's gentle snare,
But to embrace the journey, with all its flair.
With wings mended and feathers intact,
We'll chart a course, side by side, in love's impactful act.

So let's set our sights on somewhere further,
Embrace the unknown, with hearts full of fervor.
Unfolding our wings, we'll explore, hand in hand,
Discovering the beauty of a limitless, boundless land.
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
There goes innocence on wings of time
There hides conscience betwixt winds of crime
There rushes we on clouds of despair
There litters Hearts shattered beyond repair
There burns fear for those we loved ain't hear
There dies care for it gave us pain we can't bear
There goes the road bending here and winding there
There speaks the mind blinding and begging us to dare
There sublimes today like it actually never happened
Like strengthless wilting petals that seemingly never opened
There goes years we wasted swimming in tears
There lies the much we've wastefully spent drowning in beers
There goes our patience we thought we controlled
There we are gathering no moss for over and over we've rolled
There goes life into tombs of ourselves under high hills of a lost cause
There we are we who've swam our strength away without finding the shores
There crawls dead men moving under command of their destiny
There we are breathless and tired but we cannot mutiny
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
She* & *I
It's still my fault sometimes I forget... it's my fault...
sometimes I love too much...
I love until I'm hated
Anyway I'll always love you


I'll never hate you
Because I love the way you love me


You don't know how that makes me feel...I don't know either but they are the most touching words someone has told me...

**Really? I wish I could also touch you physically
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
or fortunately
life goes on
your hurdles
are your own
the universe doesn't want to know for
the rat's business is none of cat's concern.
You'll always be the only one who knows
what you're going through...
the world doesn't care... nobody does...
Those who say they do are just
but great talkers...
you were born alone, & no matter how hard you try
to forge company in your lifetime,
alone you shall travel across River Stynx...
nobody gives a ****,get that in your head
stop whimpering about your problems
concentrate on living your miserable life instead
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2018
You're a dance I'll never have
yet a chance I deserve
an obsession so grave
with a passion I crave
a ruby burn in my mind
you're one of a kind
a purple lawn in my fantasy
you're dawn at the Sea
a sunny day in a month
you're hay to the Ant
a scented rose with a thorn
an ancien ruin with a cone
a graceful horse with a horn
You're June with the corn...
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
Nothing Is lonelier than a breeze of desolation in a crowd.
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
She's been all between now and then
the only product between mind and pen
she's been the etched pleasure out of pain
the phantom time and again
but now here you are seated right at the centre
taking over the ink and content on the canvas
how did you go past the shields and manage to enter
how did you find the core, who gave you the campus?

she was the dark cloud that hovers overhead
the priceless yet killing ache
an infested wound in the million times I bled
she was the goodbye that was hard to take
*the only reality I knew,a bitter sweet true lie
until you came and taught me how to wave goodbye
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Is the book too detailed beyond
the cover's revelations? Are there
some topics hidden too deep,
aspects that need vivid
reading to understand...
Or are you the open book,
every detail etched
on the cover.
Must I flip through all pages
or does the title
"You get what you see"?
say it all? Are you what
my eyes think you are
or there's pretty
much more to the
untold story than
can be revealed
by a single
cover?
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
He knows no truth he who never lied
For how can he know what's lie or truth?
He who never died has never lived
For he who has lived has died
He knows not real joy if he never cried
For after the tears comes the reality of joy
Expect them who broke rules to abide
For unlike the meek,have nothing to hide
Those who have won will win again
For they know the reality of glory
While failures will fail again and again
'Cause they are already used to the story
Yes, fools they say never learn
Why?Wise men of today never teach
You don't play with fire you'll not burn
But we get to know by the boundaries we breach
Who know spectate,who don't are on pitch
Sometimes, hard to tell Bull from the *****
People learn the rules to know the cracks
And those are the point they hit to break them
Not guilty these days doesn't mean innocent
The boundaries of law can be stretched and bent
If you have to embezzle, take billions
Otherwise steal chicken and you'll be fed to lions
To be continued...
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
What's the point of holding on to an invisible rope?
What's the point in tying a knot on dis entangled hope?
What's the point of believing I'll hold you in my arms
When you declared to the world you was a fool to fall for my charms?
What's the use of writing about you in poems you don't read?
What's the point in storing affection you won't need?
I mean after the quarrels, the trials and the violent fights
What's the reason behind my endless sleepless nights?
What's the meaning of you wriggling on my mind?
Could love be this foolish in addition to blind?
Why I'm I stuck right where I'm unwanted,
The only one constantly haunted?
Why do I still have a huge log of desire
Burning through me like wild fire?
I just find it easy writing sad ones ...Story of my life
Us
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2016
Us
So many words I shoulda said
yet only silence chose to pop up...
apparently he knew even if I used
words you wouldn't understand us.
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
Roses* are Red
Violets* are Blue
Valentines is Dead
ever since I lost **you.
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
Certainly when Blade ceased to Steel
And instead became an expendable
That's when vampires began to feel
And Wesley **** non dependable

These days vampires write sad diaries
And help us learn to cope with melancholy
They are some sort of creatures in fairies
Somehow they're an inspiring melody

They no longer dance to Jackie Chan's beats
They give us a plan of how to escape grief
Showing us how to deal with defeats
And to enjoy our life long or brief

Vampires break apart ,they fight and die
Because they are us, our own created lie
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
So all of them knelt down to pray
For their comrades who were gone too soon
In the soggy swamp where they lay

Weaker and weaker they grew, day after day
Cause battle had intensified throughout June
So all of them knelt down to pray

They wished to rewind time least to May
With the rhythm of their Heartbeat out of tune
In the soggy swamp where they lay

Clouds had cast a thick canopy allowing no single ray
To touch their bloated bellies threatening to balloon
So all of them knelt down to pray

From a distance they heard a Donkey in horror bray
Sending shock-waves through the battered platoon
In the soggy swamp where they lay

They'd agreed to wait for aid on a tray
'Course help would come but they needed it soon
So all of them knelt down to pray
In the soggy swamp where they lay
Niamh used it, so I decided to give it a try because I like the style
Thanks Niamh :))
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
Souls born precious as gold
Undoubtedly trusted
Growing nagging young and rusted
Forgetting they once were old
Think even advise will soon be sold.
We are all somewhat gone
Past virtuous innocence
In the name of renaissance
To being like abandoned carcass
Stuck in the quag of raucous
In the tombs of the dead
Where our conviction's never fed.
Like an extinct bird's inspirational song
Magnanimity hasn't visited for quite so long
We're lured to believe we are different
And that's what makes us the same
In one hell of a game
Yet not all our rules are the same
A Universe of Basilicans
Without a single-hearted preacher
A willing class of sophomores
Sadly in search of a Teacher  
Do we need to embrace even the strange
In the ****** name of change?
Or just follow prints of our forefathers
And soar with the old ostrich feathers?
Ain't no vanquisher without intentions
They say but some intentions are good
I might sound a little shroud or rude
Talk of my thoughts and questions
But from the look of every nation
Reflects a birth in a wrong generation
Remember when the world was "world"
Without boundaries of first or third?
Does thinking about it make you this sad?
Like Oscar Once Penned
"The soul is born old, but grows young.That is the comedy of life.
The body is born young, and grows old. That is life's tragedy."
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
My life a book when all I needed was a page
stuck in a loathed place like a bird in a cage
tightly manacled by chains of dammed rage
suffocated and sweated for a meager wage
and walking on toes right along the edge
with my hopes loosely taped on a ledge
simply because I was born in a wrong age
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2023
None will understand the footprints in the sand,
The magic held within, the wand in your hand.
Bangles on your wrist, an untold story they bear,
And wagons with bands, creating melodies in the air.

None will know the bond, like I do,
Between the sun and moon, forever in view.
Flowers that bloom, their colors so bright,
Gone too soon, in the realm of day and night.

In goodbyes and gloom, an affair only shared,
Like chess and its pawn, a game of hearts bared.
Home and alone, in solace we find,
And in the cold, the horn's mournful grind.

The secrets they hold, the ocean's blue hue,
In between, the unseen, a connection so true.
None will perceive, only I have the clue,
In these whispers of life, shared between me and you.
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
I
have
learnt,
can
be
more
exhausting
than
walking
there
if
only
I
knew
where
you
are
I
would
walk
there
even
if
it
were
a
thousand
miles
I
know
I
would
dare
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
Am waiting for a courageous mind
who'll place her head on my chest
listen to my beating heart and hear
every truth embedded in each beat
Am waiting for a big caring heart
which'll be patient enough to tend
to every septic wound till they are
all mere scars, an appreciative eye
that can capture natural beauty
amid the twinkling stars in the sky
Am waiting for soft palms
to wipe the tears I cry
for kindness that can
make a soul sigh
not for perfection,
I just want
someone
true.
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
I'm exactly where we left, maybe you was right
It ain't battling with life when life is the fight
We wanted to catch forever,yet didn't move that fast
We took things quite slow foolishly thinking it'd last
Now I'm hitting the dark in hope of setting off a spark of light
The game is **** tight, the game is messed up
But I still play hard, I play like I'm Iniesta
Told me "survive the struggle",I struggle to survive
None will care about the timing,'long as I arrive
So tell me how did you know that you know how to tell me?
To move on to greater heights, to fights that matter
That I just don't care about moving on or the latter
You say change is the world so I should embrace change
I say friends are my world, sad they turn out strange
You got no empathy, not for my philosophy
After we walked your miles, I'm alone in my odyssey
It's funny but sad so I cannot laugh about it
Sold your side of the story cheaper and everybody bought it
I just wonder how long it will last Tory
It's made in China,I mean your false and ****** story
I'm tired of hurting others, my last victim was Daisy
Can't recall exactly how I did it, It's a little hazy
Smashed to shards her heart which hitherto shined with hope
They say once you started something, it needs your effort to stop
Your pride, take it out the chamber, It's the bullet
Wanted you to know Tory, It's never too late
To come and pull me out this ditch where I was thrown
I've tried to keep a smile, at times it turns into a frown
I'm so down, call me the third world economy
You should have held on, not turn your back on me
It's a Rap, a rhyme
Ignatius Hosiana May 2019
Like a stranger in your home
worse than walking in a storm
If it's not your place,
you'll stay but never belong...
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
When we start building Walls
Amidst neighbourhood woes
neighbours we encouraged to construct
their homestead close to our doors in assurance
of a strong shoulder on which to lean in times of adversity,
you definitely know the wines we call Wars
are brewing somewhere, walls are just a wine cellar
Divisions are the bottle to the wine seller
We once built bridges to unite the world
that peacefully lived as a divided entity
That's what happens in times of crisis
Some build walls to quarantine the endemic
while others choose to build more bridges
even if it means risking an entire generation
for we were once a world without boundaries
neighbourhood miseries were our miseries
their laugh was our laugh and their cry was our cry
We sung a single anthem in unison without a sigh...
always wait for drums of war to judge who is true
wait until then to know who honestly loves you
Henry the Navigator might carry the blame
but Britain spearheaded globalisation as a country
Now that we are here, ready to leap into her lap
she's closed doors,
Britain is for Brits, the rest of the world is for us All...
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
Let them forget the little I did
but always remind them that it was my dream
to change the world, and I started with me
for there wasn't a fulcrum long enough
and a point on which to stand on whilst I
move the world...
Let them forget who I was but the one thing
you should never let them forget are the words I wrote
for it was only such moments when ink bled on paper and
my fingers hurt typing on a keyboard that I was truly alive
Otherwise I was just a lost Gypsy wandering through
a wrong generation...
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
I wanted to write about our happiness
Especially with this night's stillness
Tonight I wanted to write about me and you
The you I loved, the one I first met
The you on our memorable first date
One whose smile condensed me like dew
One who brought the better out of me
And took 30 good minutes just to hug me
The one who smiled, one who was shy
The you who actually taught me how to kiss
"Close your eyes, and hold me like this "
Yes, we passionately osculated for hours
When the entire big world was just ours
The one I locked fingers with and walked
You remember those nights we talked?
No moment has ever matched that so far
Some memories are vivid, some are blur
Thought about that funny day in my room
When you swept me like a new broom
To the bed, did you actually want it
You were an apple I always wanted to eat
But I was too young, thought it would last
Or maybe being the first, wanted it to last
I wanted to write about that **** card
You sent me wishing me luck and success,
It made that year the best I've ever had
I wanted to write about your embrace
Wanted to write about how I dreamed
When your affection filled and brimmed
I was tempted to think we were forever
To flow to happily ever after, like a river
Write about how I missed you during school
When thinking about you restored my cool
Each time I was provoked and frayed
You were a constant each time I prayed
With you in my life, I was a crowned king
"Long distance ",the song I recall you sing
To write about that little I could afford
Remember the gifts, my first, It's a record
I was ashamed when you disappeared
I felt my instincts mock me, I feared
To write about my the favorite picture
I think about that in almost every lecture
Didn't want to buy you the small sweet
My heart is what said I should do it
I was glad when you actually loved them
The deep emotions are hard to explain
Afraid words might make them sound plain
I remember Mil wanted U and I make love
I was so honest with you little loving dove
I wanted us to travel the whole world
I hoped to be with you till grey and bald
Today I just wanted to be simple and true
As I remember the moments with you
The moments I were treasured and hailed
But I was still affected,once again I failed
It hurts but I'll never show
She'll never get to know
WAR
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
WAR
Is out there on our own lovely streets
In the souls of those the world mistreats
In the roughing waves threatening to wash us all
In the despondence of the **** victim's unanswered call
It's that long journey without a clear destination
It's the desperate cries in the broken heart of every nation
The heartbreak caused with no intention
It's the one without an answer,I mean the question
War is that desperate pregnant teenager attempting abortion
It's the *** slave in a foreign country up for auction
It's the slum child fighting with the bursting river banks
It's in the mind of the soldiers riding tanks
Doing what they can to rise up the ranks
And evade taking more innocent lives in mega chunks
It's the hopeless immigrants drowning on the mediteranean
It's the nuclear threatened Iraqees and Iranians
It's a *** hole forcing the driver to swerve and lose control
It's the tears of the fishermen catching nothing for days in their trawl
It's the worries in that littl'un fearing darkness
The priest's daily prayer,battling temptation, human weakness
War is another name for the famine eating the tribes in the arid north
It's the thought of a refugee mother whose child's got stunted growth
It isn't the opposite but the total absence of peace
It's a robber who loots everything, including bliss
It's a nightmare to the leader stuck in a seat
And the zealous opposition unaware of his inner heat
It's a hustle by the team which can't admit defeat
It's the struggle of an accident victim trying to regain his feet
It's in the believer's hope to see Jesus return tomorrow
Right before the entire globe sinks in ****** sorrow
It's the worries of a father who's spent his entire adult life unemployed
The uncertainty for a recruit in a war zone,just deployed
War is the puzzled gambler pondering suicide when he loses the little he borrows
It's the pastor wondering wether or not to dive in and save the drowning morals
War is that person perturbed, wondering why the hell he was created
War is all the choices you made and regretted
War is a three letter word,with a long meaning
Which some say is the only reason the globe is spinning
All are at War Them who are in Struggle
But there's no struggle that can't be overcome
Dedicated to all victims of War and struggle, happy to say I'm one of you
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
Life was beautiful and filled
with memorable happenings.*
Or at least that's
what people said.
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2015
With the art of art her image was tattooed on his heart
Tough times of times, waiting the bell of hope's chimes
A year in years the poor soul was reduced to tears
Drunk beers and beers repelling loneliness amidst his peers
Height after height albeit gained he might
Rather than light and lighter heavier felt his plight
Where lay romantic words and words was a mound of shards
Once beautiful ballades and ballads,melancholic songs of birds
Lips once wet and wet from kisses of love dried with hate
But date after date he conceded all were a Heartbreak too late
For he made friend and friend but all loves did end
Desire a trend and fire to fend but he could no longer bend
Tale after tale he finally saw life was no fairytale
And hail and hail though World could be heaven, his was a hell
A lesson learnt and learnt after he'd touched and burnt
He swore and swore upon his big Heart she tore
No matter the want for ****, he'd keep his **** in his pant
Which was woe and war,he'd later admit all's fair in love and war
Was
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Was
crazy to believe you
hope you're
  crazy enough
to prove
I was right
to believe
in your
crazy
promises
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
Goodbye at hello?Done before we parted
was we over,I mean before we started?
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
You're in my head drowsing me like vertigo
because I'm stupid in love with you...
That's why I want you to want me, try me and
see that I'll fight for you... I'm not blowing Trumpets
but I think you're my it Girl. I like the other side of you,
how you wiggle, chew Bubblegum...
I even love the heave of your chest when you're breathing...
Might be Broke, but I hope you can Love like that
so that together we can Make it up as we go...
I ain't just after seeing you naked...if we Trade Hearts
I believe we will be Undefeated...for you'll Love me down
and I'll stick too like a Tattoo, pick up the
Pieces of your broken heart and we'll be our Painkiller.
I'm tired of riding Solo... Marry me, it won't get ugly...
Pull up to my place, hate to talk ***** but my Heart X2CU...
they say The Sky is the limit but I believe we can go into space,
don't wanna go home without you, watcha say Cheyenne?
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2017
She was not sweet, neither was she sour...
She was pretty awesome, somewhere in between...
If she were to be compared to anything
I believe she was water...
incomparable to anything
but just pretty cool to drink...
I think..
We
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
We
Both need love
Can't we try to find it
in us rather than crying
for those who clearly don't
need us? I mean... is there no
way two people can find the
satisfaction they seek in each
other rather than keep
hurting for the rightful
wrong ones. I'm
willing to try...
Tell me when
you're and
we kick off.
We
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
We
Won't be here to always tell the story,
right?
that's why rather than feeling sorry,
I write...
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
roads to take
places to go
people to meet
and shuffle to feet

we all have
hellos to say
moments to pray
cradle and grave
paths to pave

we all have
Hearts to break
Hours to wake
puzzles to try
and planes to fly

we all have
boats to row
emotions raw
Highs and lows
profits and loss

We all have
oceans to cross
closures, new doors
Dye to toss
Hammers and crows

We all have
problems to solve
push to shove
people to love
the dreams we have

we all have
laces to shoe
**** we've been through
cypher to construe
me and you

we all have
duties to do
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
People are not always what you see...
humanity is beyond visual, yet above the mental...
Humanity is a universe, with sands on beaches,
stars in the skies, truth and lies, different planets and galaxies...
Humanity is moons and moons and moons...
but most of all, humanity is you... So to judge me better,
look within you and judge yourself rather than what you see or hear... you are human, so  am I...
I am you, you are me... we are the universe...
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
A world we found naturally beautiful and green
We've painted a variety of taunting colours
So that its bloated with colors to the brim
And there's barely  any green to see, alas!

We found the world ****** raw and pure
Peacefully enjoying and willing to share
***** and infected her with ails we can't cure
And in return world stopped to care

Now we fight each other everyday that goes by
We build neat roads and she sends quakes
To reveal truth hidden beneath the roofs of our lies
She kills the flowers of our hypocrisy by storms and by flakes

We exist at crossroads and all we do is feign remorse
We nail the world, only to find ourselves on that very cross
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2018
We don't care about today
but hope for a better tomorrow
someone told me that kind of hope is
the greatest source of sorrow
for we're locked up behind
glittering window panes
and through that tint we
find freedom in our chains...
unless we're color blind
Yet again am told hope is a good thing
that life's just the way it is
it's a bee, now and then it's going to sting
it's going to shine, rain or freeze...
We pray for a clear sky
albeit the cloudy comes with a blessing of rains
we'd rather say hay while the sun shines,
stuffed than share with
a hungry brother that pines.
We forgot what really matters
with  many broken hearts,
and a million souls in shatters
everything hurts,
the world is busy grieving...
I once read
funerals are not for the dead
but for the living...
We're all faithless
that's what we're believing
can't repent, we're all sinners
so who'll do the forgiving?
Ignatius Hosiana May 2017
You're free to claim what life's giving you is meager
but we all know life ain't all the cause ******
Like the dying chain smoker cursing the cigar
yet it's obvious the bullet ain't to blame but the hand behind that trigger
you can cry foul, call her a ***** and gold digger
like at the touch of treasure in her Allan's wicker your pickle didn't grow bigger
like you didn't play in dirt with barefoot, loathe the jigger...
you can wait for answers or go seek out for them with vigor
You may keep on chasing shadow instead of figure
Growing up to the adults maybe we could've been less eager
if we only knew there was bitter to that sugar...
we had big dreams, I wanted to be an Author, she'd marry Bieber
she settled for a lad who loves her less than he loves liquor
she was sweet, but to his tongue the better was the bitter
and his thirst grew rocketing him to gallons from litre
and well, the apart twixt me and my dream is canyoning quicker
We was all reaching for the stars with glitter
we all wanted to be saints than sinners like Peter
but then you know life's turns at a complex angle theta
You don't always get to your dreams or maybe you do if you ain't no quitter...
So keep shooting for the stars even when left with a single bullet
chase after paper till you can fill beyond your wallet...
and when you buy the shoe remember all you once had was a slipper
so that you can even go harder, and be a lifetime seeker...
and when you land on the moon you didn't fail, be strong
you just found the destination whence you belong...
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
where presidents die in power
the opposition die trying
Musicians die on stage
police in the line of duty
nocturnals due to *****
Soccer players on pitch
teachers while they teach
soldiers die fighting
refugees and paupers die crying
drivers die on the wheel
painters die with a quill
thieves while they steal
addicts die of smoke and pills
nobody wants to retire
even at Robert Mugabe's age
they all cling to talent and power
so tempting and inviting
won't we poets too die reciting?
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2015
Someday I'll hold you like you me charms
Look you straight and deep in your eyes
And let you know how much I lust for you
I'll pull your soft body with me masculine arms
Dead close to mine so that you realize
How glamorously my  **** tightens for you
Someday I'll touch your neck with my teeth
I'll graze it so softly that you won't quit
And then pour magical whispers into your ears
The much I've dammed up all these years
I'll place my hard palms beneath your shirt
To softly hard caress your skin so that it'll sweetly hurt
Then I'll place my head onto yours and sigh
Because by this point I'll already be high
Someday I'll be this close and I won't miss
I'll peck your forehead but your lips kiss
You'll shut your eyes and savor my taste
I'll take it one step at a time with no haste
I'll patiently unbutton your outfit
You won't stop me for you'll feel me heat
Someday I'll **** at your beautiful *******
Draped like two cute oranges on your chest
You'll mourn like you're grieved at the pleasure
You'll beg me to quickly find my way inside
But I'll try and keep my control and decide
when to partake of your juicy treasure
Someday I'll explore further down your thighs
Me whom you much loathe and despise
You'll arch like a bow at every touch and laugh like a clown
Yet mourn as I navigate every street of tuna town
You'll beg me to pass through the tunnel of love
And just then I'll swiftly embed myself into nature's glove
I'll place myself above you,I'll be a long awaited burden
You'll hold my posterior as I plough through your garden
Since you say there's no love around here
Further apart your thighs will obediently split
While we make it
Someday we'll walk a thousand miles with no rest
We'll surf the ****** waves till we hit the viperous crest
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
The painter and her brush
the Duck and her thrush
the Heart and her crush
the River and her rush

the poet and his Pen
the lion and his Den
the **** and his Hen
the Driver and his Van

the potter and her clay
the Cloud and her grey
the Eagle and her Prey
the Sun and her Ray

the Hound and his Hunter
the question and his answer
the ship and his anchor
the joker and his banter

the night and her pitch
the light and her switch
the eye and her twitch
the lie and her itch

the ring and his finger
the bell and his ringer
the future and his dreamer
the gamble and his gamer

Even closer than those
We were as close
as the Suit and his laws
we were hinges and doors

Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
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
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
If it were a world
where you either found love
or love found you?
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
Heartbreak
                         or
                            Loneliness?
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
What is future without its view from the elevation of the past?
What is a road but a path where many have passed?
What is first if there's none to decorate it with the red ribbon of last?
What is a blessing without seeing the cursed?
What is taste but the opinion of the tongue?
What is love but the foolishness of humanity?
What is romance but in the beautiful ballads sung?
What is risk without the icing of uncertainty?
What is freedom without the chain of prison?
What is wisdom without ability to reason?
What is hope without the faith glowing ember?
What are memories if we cannot remember?
What is crime but the wrong side of the law?
What is the road without a destination?
What is fame but unnecessary mention?
What is arrow without his little bow?
What is a pendulum without a string?
What is a wedding without a ring?
What is human without a being?
What is music if we cannot sing?
What is tomorrow without today?
What is sunrise without a ray?
What is belief without a prayer?
What is age than turning gray?
What is a struggle without a cause?
What is a prescription without a dose?
What is a question without an answer?
What is possible if it isn't curing cancer?
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
the past but mere ashes
of
dead
memories
we
cremated
and
carried
along from
yesterday?
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
Is it the things we do or those we don't?
the memories we cherish or ones that haunt?
the roads we took or those we feared?
Is it the mistakes we made when we veered?
the books we read and smiled, or chapters left untouched?
forgiveness or thousand grudges piled?Is it open doors or the latched?
Is it flowers which bloomed or those whilst tender fell?
Is it the Friends we made or those we lost, the beloved or the loathed
the milestones or the failures, the laugh or the rivers of tears
is it the reality or the Alias, our maturity or the years
is it Comedy or tragedy?
Is it unity we deserve or the drifting apart?
Is it healing or breaking millions a heart?
Is it transformation or stagnation while time goes?
Is it the peace that once was or the Wars?
*what's humanity?
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
A day will come when those roseate lips will be wrinkled black
when that flexible and slender waist will be a bended back
when that hair you fried in search of exotic beauty
will one by one shed off until there's nothing left on your head
when that big sensual artificially induced *****
will progressively shrink and their bright shine will fade
time will come when your ballooned succulent firm *******
will deflate and turn into two flabby pieces of meat
when that graceful saunter that you've embraced
will be no more for those strong bones will be deadbeat
someday those bright eyes will be grotesquely sunken
toothless, your precious white teeth will all be broken
all those features that steal millions of souls and rob so many hearts
those that command respect and attract lustful love
from desperate suitors some of whom you feel don't deserve
will someday be depreciated and rusted invaluable parts
someday instead of being the art piece that you are
you'll be a pinnacle of horror to the oblivious of the beaut you were
you'll want love but only command passionate hate
enjoy your youth... right ahead awaits nature's terrible fate
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
I know you have someone in your life
And I know I stand no chance
I see your hate for me in every glance
It hurts knowing ,like a cut by a blunt knife
But why do you still feel so close?
Why are you the one my heart chose?
What's wrong with me?
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