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Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2016
I'd learnt not to trust the light at the end of the tunnel
  emotions were a bark of a dog in a kernel
which when detected I found another channel
my way of living, life has got no manual
I'd learnt to treat with suspicion the cloudy sky
from there sprouted lightning and thunder in the rain
and passion was but within freedom a camouflaged chain
I'd learnt to be my own man,to pave my way
without expecting to see another day
I'd learnt that much as she ached, patience paid
the chicken hatches twenty one if a day after her egg's laid
I'd learnt to hear what in silence they spoke
cause it was useless listening to them talk
I'd learnt to take on fate, to take charge
to pay attention,the bird's melody could be a dirge
I'd learnt to love them without blindly trusting
to see the inside beauty rather than momentary busking
I'd learnt to tell none about my hopes for my future
few thought such would be reality, not even my tutor
to just listen to my quiet and believe in God's powers
to till my garden and seed my favourite April showers
I'd learnt to smile with my teeth, as long as they're white
rather than in vain keep trying to explain my plight
to a kind who will do whatever it takes not to fathom
In a volatile electron packed world I'd always be an atom
I'd learnt , better trust instincts instead of opinions
to evade minefields and blaring missiles and canyons
I'd learnt to find pleasure in the burden of my cross
to find adventures in the risky seas of my prowess
I'd learnt to be my own man,to laugh after I've grieved
when I realised I would have lost less had I believed
By the end of the first chapter, the cruelty in the pages
I'd learnt to be brave, I'd learnt after what seemed like ages
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2015
Trapped in the tough cage of emotion
Wallowing deep in the quag of the notion
Of a past that clings to the shoes of my esteem
Something that troubles for she hasn't left him
Like she did me at a time I thought forever a joke
Of a distance we were bound to reach if we maintained the walk
I wallow in the violent rivers springing from inside
Spilling blood of unrequited passion which I can't hide
A passion that corrodes the weak walls of my heart
Each time I realise she lied right from the start
Struggling to break the heavy slabs of desire
Regretting the moment I blinked and landed in fire
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
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?
Ignatius Hosiana Dec 2015
Ever felt your feet turn into fluid as
words develop solid feet and turn tail
Ever got a cold hit you with the bang of hail
Beneath your chest soon as that person appears
Ever trembled worse than a chameleon
With a ticklish throb filling your ears
Ever felt the ground shift beneath you
And been so sure that all  your sensations are true
All of them, ever felt your heart skip some beats
Ever witnessed your soul blush for it has seen its mate
Wonderfully smiling at the awesome twist of fate
Ever experienced uniison between the voices in your head
Ever foreseen a sleepless night as soon as you met
And fallen the deep that you strongly hate
Ever thought your existence will cease if you lose
Ever had a made up mind,heart and soul before you choose
Ever felt so insecure that you wished love had cure
Ever trusted your feelings were honest and pure?
I shouldn't have to explain  for you if you've ever
But if you haven't ,give me a chance to show you truth in those lies
And that some things are better explained by heart not the eyes
Let me take you to a place few live to see,a place called forever
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2018
It's crazy but her smile is the shine I crave
when the mellow orb of dawn hits the sky
her voice the melody I wish was weaved in her chorus
am no gambler yet if she were a risky bet I swear my luck I'd try
since she's a solace that can't be found even in the Pacific waters.
I long for her like a despondent refugee aches for home
her absence is hell, heaven is her presence, she's my calm and storm
the white canvas upon which I want to paint my love
and redefine the plot of my life story, she could be my wife
the missing piece to the puzzle of my 'turmoiled' heart
and definitely an incision deeper than my first cut.
she's the star I look for when the night swallows the sun
when it gets cold the only flames I want to burn
as nothing compares to the warmth she radiates
I treasure her like a baby loves its mother,
I fear losing her like a little child afraid of the dark
she's faith that gets me through, the reason I survive
for in a world flooded with melancholy she's my Ark
I was dead to the world, she came and made me feel alive
she pulled me out of deep doldrums, from a despair so grave...
she must be the one, my infinite sleepover
a purpose for the rest of my life, maybe I was born to love her.
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
We all have learnt to tightly seal our emotions
Because we are afraid to fall under siege of affection and to surrender
Camouflaging trying to hide in sweet scented lotions
The stench of a past we no longer want to remember

We have built great walls and made a fortress every heart
So hard so that even happiness and peace cannot find their way
But only the loneliness clambering on those walls likely to hurt
Besides the floods of despair almost washing us away

We know how to smile with a frown inside
We hide cold within the warm embrace we give
Calm lakes above yet under the visible is a current we hide
Pretending we forgot but never did we even forgive

And having learnt from ourselves that not all who are warm are caring
We choose to die with our plight without sharing
Can
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
Can
I
please
have
that
heart
back
since
you
won't
love
me!
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
you
teach
me
how
to
love
and
be
patient
with
me
while
I
learn?
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
say I won't breathe without
you by my side but that's how
your absence feels like...
the air of romance depletes
when you're gone, I suffocate,
I whizz, I struggle to breathe
through the chocking fumes of
loneliness and
even the gas masks
of hope are no
consolation enough
to keep out that smoke.
That's exactly what I
mean by
"you take my breath away"
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
You also wish it was different, said your eyes
You tried to camouflage it with *****
But then I saw it for eyes tell know lies
I saw each and every emotional bruise
You also wanted a good and happy end
Though It's high time we forgave the past
For every road and river is bound to bend
And tough people do,tough times don't last
We were a thing even we will never be again
But we wasn't good enough for each other
It's high time we learn to dance ib the rain
Rather than simply blaming the weather
Even fairy tales no longer own happy conclusions
Let's just agree such were childhood illusions
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
Across a million faces
in a thousand different places
I find you in blossoms of flowers
like am a captive of your magical powers
I find you in the depth of my heart
even if we are completely worlds apart
in cold days mocked by soothing patters of rain
pattering right above the echo of my pain
I see you here with my eyes shut
in the emptiness, as my mind is dead alert

I hear your voice in whispers of the wind
maybe you're invisible to me since love's blind
you might be right here as well, trapped to this moment
on the same wave at war in the torrent of torment
bearing painful blisters of regret from burns of desire
enduring stifling emotions that won't retire
reeking of an excellently brewed obsession  that won't expire
and since you were my breath I can hardly respire
even the hardest of scotch and wines couldn't lift me higher
out of the abyssal deep doldrums of this mire


I smell your scent of roses at night beneath my sheets
and as I walk feeling isolated along these crowded streets
at every single thought about you my confused heart beats
while in my palm where your fingers fitted, cold emptiness slits
I see you in the hovering birds of prey as they bask in the sky
flamboyantly spreading their vast wings as they fly
under the sweltering haze of Sun where I burn for you
in recollection of your entrancingly licentious sigh


*everywhere I go, in different places
I see you masked upon a million faces
I feel you in the roseate blossom of flowers
in every second of every minute of my hours
for am still a captive of your enchanting powers
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
By arms that were home
a door through poetry opened
prior my knock
And I realised
that things we loathe sometimes
**** monsters inside

I once hated her
but poetry led me home when
all was done for me
For this reason I
do walk with her wherever,
Poetry is my life

Gorgeous though she
may not seem to so many
she's world to me
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
To kickstart the day with only the memories of the night in my head
To hold only two corners of the cover and lay the bed
To watch the ***** morning sun mount the sky
To savor the sweet orange rays and sigh
To kiss goodbye knowing it is just the start
To have total peace at heart
To phone her while still at work to find out how she is
To do the job with dedication and ease
To drive quite fast enough at the end of the day
To find her keeping her anger towards my delay
Dammed up and quite unsuccessfully at bay
To peck her forehead and kiss her lips and say
"Hey bush baby, ****** sorry I'm late
And even if I can't fathom how you feel I regret "
To see her eye lids twitch in passion and forgiveness
Juxtaposing her with the twilight uniqueness
To sow the seeds of humor and make her smile
In relief like the king Fishers from Victoria and River Nile
To hold her hand and walk her to our car
Ours because she healed every wound and scar
To take her to the awesome shopping malls
Buy her super Teddys and furry dolls
To then drive her home passing by the outskirts
To look her in the eyes bit by bit, as I slowly drive
To have my heart and mind alive
And a home filled with bloomed flower gardens
To have a shoulder that shares my burdens
To share all chores with her, right from laundry to cooking
To paint the world in letters while she's looking
And her glazing like smile on a laptop and paper
To save her warmth and care less about no hater
To watch the sun get consumed by the ravenous dusk unlike the dawn
To hold hands and watch the Milky way twinkle pawn
To consume every little moment of life and serenity
To have my first born take on my soccer club's name Chelsea
And watch it grow to a simple life by the Nile or by the sea
To bask down the boulevard holding hands toward eternity
To ask for the miracle of lasting forever
From God, to always live two together
To retire after two decades of success
In hardwork and start to tap the soul for access
To inspiration and do the best of the best
Of her paintings and I,my poetry while we rest
To have our little cottage and vegetables cast by the sea
To ride wheels of the rest of our life together, you see
That's what I feel my future lady and I deserve
To watch butterflies, evading fear of death by a warm fire
Telling myths and sweet stories to little ones till one by one we retire
According to me, that's a life lived, that's a dream, that's love
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2017
Build castles with the stones they throw at you,
so that the pebbles are rather stepping stones to
a much more ambient skyline of your life...
grow a wild flower out the dirt they throw at you
of such a flamboyant bloom rather than gloom,
construct a bridge with the stumbling blocks they create
then match ahead like there wasn't a speck ahead of you
and of the **** they put you through make manure
to boost the crop of your seemingly impossible dreams...
It's about you, words hurt, people hurt, dreams fail
hearts break apart and folks throw dirt
but none of these will ever affect you as long as you
never let them do, stumbling blocks are tinted bridges
pebbles are great foundations, wild flowers are as scented
as roses if only you look on the brighter side...
Build castles with the stones they throw at you and
they'll come asking how you managed to achieve
great success unaware that in breaking you they made you...
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2017
Our* Sand Castles
were blown away,
but am glad we had
the faith and courage
to build something
together much as
we knew it wasn't
going to

last.
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Is coming that I know
but I wonder, is she aboard
a Tortoise or a Snail?
Otherwise why
would
she make us wait for
three decades, doesn't she
know life is too short,
and some of us don't
have much time left...?
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2019
I loved to change
I changed to love
Ignatius Hosiana Oct 2015
Started with hanging posters on my bedroom walls
to battle rapping for status up in the school halls
just call me double sushi thought I was too raw
and hip hop was my home, I had my shoes off
6'3 in high school I skipped the hoop dream
if I don't blowup then maybe I'll try the school thing
I went to college to do my family a favor
but I couldn't pick a major cause I wanted to be ma-jor
I tried selling work, but it didn't work.
so I worked - shoppers seen a clerk, fi'n go berserk
lunch break seen me writing 16's over micky dee's
skipping class making beats over 60 keys
and I love it even though I'm just chasing
selfish ambition couldn't tell your boy naything
watch out all you rappers cause they filling Lecrae in
but I was sleeping on the sun like the 'days inn'
and you could have the money, and you could have the fame.
but me I want the glory, I'm living for the name
see life is just a picture, I see outside the frame
I'm living for the kingdom, and I ain't of the same
yeah, and I'ma chase that. I'ma I'ma chase that
found the key to life and best believe that I'ma plate that
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
ugh, I remember chasing the green feeling blue
only check I'm counting is the mic check (1, 2)
all I wanted was the money and the fame and the new
somebody on my arm when I walk inside the room
all I wanted was doomed, the same kind Alexander the great felt
when the earth ran out of room
he conquered all he could but yet he still was consumed
by this never-ending quest for glory he couldn't fuel
like a typical fool I would go hard - shooting for the moon
but there's only one Son, no co-star.
chasing glory I shouldn't own,
stead of living to make His name known I'm running after His throne.
I thought being on TV where everybody could see me
was nothing short of the easiest way I could see to please me
I'll never be who I used to desperately want to be,
I'm too worried bout the Lord getting credit instead of me
and you could have the money, and you could have the fame.
but me I want the glory, I'm living for the name
see life is just a picture, I see outside the frame
I'm living for the kingdom, and I ain't of the same
yeah, and I'ma chase that. glory chase that
found the key to life and best believe that I'ma plate that
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
I used to wanna do it big.
when you're only focused on yourself - that's small
and they, they used to tell me as a kid
that I could do anything that I wanted cept fall
and now that I recall, I was chasing my goals
and every time I caught em they multiplied into more
I never even thought about whether the Lord approved
call it selfish ambition I call it "I'm making moves"
but history repeats itself, evil's what it is
cause lucifer was cast away for doing what I did
created by the God that spoke the earth into existence
instead of chasing the Father's glory he was chasing his
he lies to us all, told Adam he could ball
"why you following God when you can go get it all?"
I tell you what's better, or better yet worse.
chasing your own glory while doing the Lord's work,
so holla if it hurts, but we were made for greater
our greatest satisfaction is making His name famous
so if we're never named among the greatest,
they don't critically acclaim us,
ain't nothing to be ashamed of we gave it up for the savior!
I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
and the Lord's goodness you should you should taste that
and you ain't living till you're living for His name
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
One of my favorite Lecrae Songs
Ignatius Hosiana Oct 2015
I refuse to wait for a cool Angel when
Some hot Devil's here dying to Love me.*
I refuse to continue trudging the mud for something I might never find
I refuse to continue blindly tracking my Heart, that opportunity now goes to my mind
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2015
He was identified by miracles He shared
His blood so precious was shed
He came down earth cause He cared
To the heaven a path He prepared
He turned water into wine
For His flock to wine and dine
He'll come again when It's prime
To Earth where Love was His only crime
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2023
"There are a few good men like you", she says.
"Men out there are gods, born to be worshipped
they were told good women aren't created with tongues to talk back
Men out there are tyrants in their kingdoms
they are broken and their women die trying to mend them
blinded by ambition they can't see what's in front of them
and have seen terrible things happen to men like you so they don't believe.
Men out there are burdened by expectations,
they shoulder the shattering weight of society's pressure,
Lost in their minds, they forget to be present...
They're a civil war and the battle sometimes returns with them
fights lost resolved using the punching bag they married at home...
Every step forward, they're pulled five steps back,
Entangled in a web of a perceptions they can't unpack.
Men out there, like caged birds do long to be free,
Yet the bars of expectations deny them the key.
They're deafened by their own silent screams but they refuse
to lean on anyone, after all, growing up they were told big boys don't cry."
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
The
Apology
you
never
gave
will
do
because
there
is
hardly
any
Life
in
me
without
you
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
Sad or Happy
Fine or ******
Loved or hated
Lazy or dedicated
Still or dynamic
Warm or poikilothermic
Fresh or stifled air
Nature doesn't care
Stars are going to glow
Your spirits high or low
Rivers will still flow
With winters come snow
And for summer we know
The winds will always blow
Birds will fly and tire
Nothing outshine's desire
But even that everlasting flame
Dies and leaves ash of blame
A new day will come, sun will rise
With expectations we open our eyes
Set new plans, hands on the guns
Aluta continua, be it monks or nuns
The roads of yesterday forgotten
And new ones at present trodden
Some will walk some will drive
Others stuck while some arrive
It's everyday's common tune
Be it January or june
A poet will rhyme,singers'll sing
Provoke a bee, It's gonna sting
Some live to die, some die to live
can't stay forever,some point we'll leave
Such is strife but strife is life
Unless It's the afterlife  
The dusk will come to fight the dawn
Returning to daily *** or daily ****
You play the chess, you move a pawn
Some hearts are mended,others torn
You was a kid, but soon you've grown
With a brother now, soon he's gone
It's the way the clock of nature works
With no insulator to avoid her shocks
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
Take my love but leave me the joy
Take my Heart but don't make it a toy
Take my mind but leave me reason
Take my passion, not just for a season
Take my name but leave my identity
Take my hand and hold me for infinity
Take your time like you're taking a picture
Take my actions, understand my gesture
Take my lips but kiss me not to death
Take my sigh but leave me some breath
Take my attention,just be my cynosure
Take my past and find me closure
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
of the past are allover the
walls of my heart.
*my efforts to clear all
of them have been
in vain for these
memories are
spiders which
keep nesting
again &
again &
again
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
I don't know if it's you
but I know
you're
better than alone...
alone is cold...
cold as Hell...
You've brought
me some warmth.
That's reason
enough, I don't
need a million
more reasons.
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2016
You have the wings to fly
you have the strength it takes to try
you got the eyes to see,not just to cry
You have your breath, feel free to sigh
You have a thousand start with a mile
And have white teeth you should smile
Dance to the beat whilst it's worthwhile
Be who you are,stick to your own style
You have dreams to chase in the waking
You have a talent, you're a star in the making
You have a future right there for the taking
Reality is dough,we have for the baking
You have the chances make the best
The present is just another test
Don't let even a minute go to the waste
You do,in the house of regret you'll be a guest
Take risks nothing comes on a silver plate
Dream big but wake and chase before it's late
Failures are there for the experience and to forget
Life is a perpetual gamble, not a single bet
You have the courage to stir a hornet
To go for goal,to cease the moment
You have the words,write your sonnet
You have all it takes to change your planet
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
When he looked,he saw with an eagle's eye
To tell dirt from clean, truth from the lie
When he knew, he wanted every detail
Of information in wholesale, not retail

When he loved, he did it with a passion
For whom he fell was special, not just any person
Whom he treasured,he did like the gold
And when he promised, he promised a world

His embrace was a magical thing of wonder
Which made hearts beat as loud as thunder
In his absence, his mistress' heart grew fonder
And she was the only thing he loved as he did Uganda

When he kissed, he stole her pain and worries
And from the first kiss realized he'd be the one she marries
So much so that in the night like fountains in the stream
He was the constant variation in her every dream  

When he spoke, he whispered probably in fear
Of the world or probably because he was always close to her ear
Yet when he laughed, he gave romance meaning
Besides a strong shoulder worthy of trusting and leaning

He was a thing every lady in the universe wanted
A thought that saved her from being haunted
By the monster of a lifetime of impairing loneliness
A gorgeous illusion which gave her some happiness
Ignatius Hosiana May 2019
I start each day craving the night
and every dusk clutching to the light...
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
I should erase this number after all you don't pick up my calls
rip out this heart,because I'm fed up of its unnecessary falls
I should abandon this place, there's nothing left
death could bring me rest cause I haven't slept of late
it was crazy to think your ****** character could turn soft
if I pushed hard enough and kept my hopes aloft
I was insane to convince myself someday I'll be good enough
to believe there was soft to be found in your rough
you were a wave fated to shutter and
to sink my ship yet I stood my ground waiting for your wrath
it was suicide to stand in your path, you were a tornado
wonder what made me think I could make a storm chaser
even when your pride grew stronger and my zeal lesser
to think I believed the smiles I knew were fake
and posed for those photographs you lured me to take
I should rip them apart and set the pieces on fire
and in the dark serpentine smokes let go my desire
I should forget about you and get on like you never happened
put up walls again, heal what were scars now wounds reopened
I was so foolish to allow you become my obsession
but sometimes I wish you had understood my stupidity
even if I'm kinda overcoming these addictive emotions
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
Yeah, I'm at a point where I'm handicaped by fear
When stimulant sadness clogs my eyes but can't shed a tear
A point when I'm afraid of both the future and my past
Feeling tethered to bad karma,feeling cursed
Stuck in this minute with the clock ice paused
On the fringes of life where all doors are closed
And heated so that not even opportunity can dare knock
Seated in the quiet of the noisy silence watching the clock
Frozen to a single moment yet seasons are ticking
And there're signals that rest of the world's moving on I'm picking
I'm living like a ghost that died a million years ago
One whose owner ailed of an incurable syndrome pride
A disease born of a blood ******* vector called ego
One from which the wondering soul's holder died
I'm at a point when I ask myself why I was born
When It's clear I have to work my fingers to the bone
But not even myself can get me to my feet to start the journey
I'm at crossroads, and I know I have to choose
Because I've got rest of my life at stake, everything to lose
At now, and thing about now is knowing the actual value of having money
I'm at a point when a have to make the big calls, hold or move on
Keep being a cry baby or put the badass pants on
Looking back to the age when I was afraid of Gekkos
And it's how I feel calling out and feedback's my own echoes
I'm at a point where I don't need spectacles to see my mistakes
Yet it still feels like I'm not ready and haven't what it takes
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
So it seems am trapped in this crucible
attempting to escape it but never find the door
taking arrows to my chest, receiving every blow
they say I can make it though it seems impossible
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2023
In the dusk's fading light of youth , a ghostly spectre stands tall,
An abandoned wreckage at the old dock's forlorn sprawl.
Once majestic, now decaying, she's a vessel of despair,
The timbers of her heart weathered and worn, beyond any repair.

Like a fossil of forgotten tales, she stands in solemn gloom,
Haunted by memories, whispered secrets, and tales of doom.
The ocean's embrace turned hostile, her beauty eaten to decay,
As the years wore on, stealing her magnificent colors away.

Anchored in the stagnant waters, trapped in a wistful trance,
An epitaph of dreams dashed she's a vessel caught in circumstance.
Tangled in seaweed's grasp, her sails once proud and taut,
Now a haunting reminder of a journey that was never sought.

Tempted by the tides of time, her fate was sealed,
the undying resilience broken, her septic wounds revealed.
There she lingers, forsaken, a relic of forgotten glee,
A rotting boat, a silent witness to the cruelty of the sea.
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
she didn't look back to see the tears as they crawled
or my tired fingers that snapped with a click
she didn't look to see my trousers high rolled
or my cheeks turn pink especially the left that did twitch
but I wanted her to do it so that I would see her last look
needing to know her final description in our book
I needed to see the reality of how our radar gets shredded
and how she was holding that moment I dreaded
there were questions in my heart that one glance
should have answered like whether there would be another chance
I was sick watching her leave as I grieved
I tried so hard to disguise that I was weak from disbelief
was it all a lie, was that the sour taste that seasoned goodbye?
was the tree not deep enough in ground that it had to die
simply due to the drought of a few weeks doubt?
she didn't look back even when she reached the last bend
that would our visibility totally end
yet I still told myself she would, that we weren't done
as I sat down torn between running
after her or just looking on at a heart burn
with untold fires of rage, and murderous yearning
maybe I should have followed her and begged some more
but if a week wasn't enough to do it could a minute avert her 'No'?
it was a blunt knife plunged to the hilt into my flesh
and mercilessly twisted for me to have a maximum feel
it was spittle right onto my favourite dish when I've starved over a month
it was a cancer at it's last stages slowly eating me away
wanting to chew over and over the little flesh
left on my feeble bones to mere pulp
or a noose helplessly ******* out the little life left
and I wishing I didn't kick the support under my feet
beckoning someone to come to my rescue and cut the rope
but the gnawing tightness around my neck stealing my desperate cry
and even after that bend I still adorably saw her right there
I saw her close to me and I saw her everywhere
how could I not see her everywhere when for years
she was my pillar, my strength and palm that wiped my tears?
I fell back to the ground and looked straight to the afternoon sun
without blinking,all my existence in ecstasy
and in the nothingness I knew that was the last dot
of happiness in my lifetime I would ever see
And as I in vain implored myself to be strong
I only grew weaker wondering what really went wrong
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
A CV's like a baby, it has to
first sit before it crawls and
then it stands before it walks...
step by step till it's grown
and too fat for its
bearer to carry.
Some skip a stage,
but such a miracle's
rare even in the
professional
and business
world.
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
Day after day
I was learning
that the yearning
and pain would never go away
That I was a bent rod
a traveler so long
lost along a road
so wrong...
I was seeing clearer
the shattered lad in my mirror
manacled in horror
of echos of the past
reverberating through the threads
of time,
a man cursed
to forever shiver in cold of desolation
and to always seek consolation
in the glamour of rhyme
yet never mind
that he'd never find...
Day after day
I was learning
that the clouds of strife
in my life
would always be the blanket
that stops my Sun from shining
and that my trumpet
was bound to rust
as no one would bear
their lips on dust...
none would love me enough to dare.
as I were a flower in the wild
growing on shitload piled...
a heart punched and filed
a destiny's child
a million pieces compiled
on a future defiled.
I was a forgotten dream
a dried up stream-
cracks instead of Adam's ale
a snail without a shell
corpse pale...
I was my own hell,
strange
they said things would change,
that time would tell...
yet there was nothing left
to be told of my story
though I wasn't one to feel sorry
as I'd been through more ****
than I could spit.
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
It was a story of
why and when
of now and then
of miles I ran
of mice and men
It was a story
of lost at Sea
of fantasy
with ecstasy
for the much I longed to see
in A-B-C
it was a story
of storms
broken homes
lost norms
silent gongs
rightful wrongs
it was a story of
strings and thongs
sweet unsung songs
of fractured bones
and forgotten bonds
it was a story of
wild fires to fend
scars to tend
the rigid to bend
a story of foe and friend
of consolation that does pend
of craft we didn't send
and of trying in vain to blend
It was a story hardly penned
for all who could "henned"
A cyclonic story
none could understand
why it didn't end...
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2015
She were like a hound
Which to a post of its choice was bound
In her hands lay tatters of shame
'Cause it wasn't for love but fame
She married, and hers were blames
With each piece of her eaten in flames
He was an epitome of calm
Honestly, he had no sign of harm
And obviously life wasn't meant to be hard
Counting on the floods of wealth he had
Who could tell that with passage of years
The price tag was being reduced to tears?
That it practically wasn't only wealth
That mattered, and her poor health
From constantly being battered
Made her feel entirely shattered
One found innocent and sweet
And left a ****** *******
Only deserving his stinking spit
She was a drum constantly hit
As if the price for the posh cars
Were wounds deep enough to leave scars
Being reduced to a little mouse
As rent for the big for nothing house
She dared to think she'd manage the cross
Ignoring that even in bed he was devil gross
None could blame her for leaving
Especially after realizing she'd tried hard
believing
Some thought her best wasn't good enough
Truth is life with the star was awfully rough
Notes (optional)
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2015
The blue sky was slowly tearing
But how badly he was faring
None could tell, the untold pain he was bearing
Yet the tattered ozone
Somewhat meant war was on
Once his people, on their way
With speed that he felt their heartbeats
Could his Earthly family live to see another day
Through the disaster bound for their innocent streets?
Those coming were not only hungry
They were more of angry
A strange darkness had hit the North Star
And a throbbing ache underneath his scar
What other sign did he really need
From his savage old family, to fore-farewell bid
Peace and Joys to embrace the raging sorrow
Filled with despair of not seeing through the tunnel to tomorrow
Was he going to just back down?
Was it too late
Was he going to hold his orb of fate
And clear its darkness,or just watch Earth drown?
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
like these make me want to ask,
"what
material
are
they
who
succeed
made
of?"
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
butterflies have
ceased to be beautiful
for you aren't here
I miss Donna... someone tell her
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2016
I chose to say nothing
Because only silence could say
The trillion words I hold in my heart
And decided to kiss you
Because only that could explain
My silence
I chose not to push so hard
your heart was a battle
I wanted to win by retreating
So I fell back as competition
attacked
but trust me baby I was watching
I chose to just look on
For I believed if you happened to see
The gaze of my eyes,in them you'd see no lies
So I'll say this one last time
In free verse cause I can hardly rhyme
I chose to embrace my feelings for you
Not just because you're beautiful
but because you are the one for me
I chose not to contemplate why I believe so
So I beg you never ask
For you'll find no answer
I just know I love you and I believe Love is reason enough
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
When I meet the Sunset, I'll tell her
about how beautiful you pair looked
I'll apologise for all the time your
glowing eyes paled the full moon
I feel remorseful for ignoring the stars
for when we were together I preferred
to watch you from spotless to scars...
They need to come back, the sky
mourns their absence everyday
like I often do because of yours
I'm writing to the blossoms
especially the Roses in the rain,
they must think I hate their scent
yet I love it...I just couldn't smell it
whilst in your warm fragrant arms
even the road is hurt for she thought
all those promises of forever together
were hers, you seldom promised too.
The lawn's never stopped asking for
you...everyone misses, everyone thinks
you should have stayed a little longer
Bed still has your space kept & cold
The isles wonder why you won't walk
their even just one more time...
the curtains no longer glow in gold
even at dawn... everyone's in frown
& fed up of the excuses they're told
I'll have to apologise to my heart
for letting him think it'd found a mate
I'm to blame for trying to predict fate...
I've tried to wait a little longer for you
but it clearly seems you ain't coming
back...We all wish you could return...
Why does desire always have to burn?
I'll write to the ocean and tell her to expect
us no more... that tear was the last of you
the sad gaze you left me wearing was my goodbye
I'll write to the DJ continuum and tell him
I wish he could replay the music of out time together
for though short lived I'd give away this eternity
to relieve that brief moment that beats millenniums...
I'd choose you over life, because you gave me
what years before you couldn't find... peace
I'll never know the serene I found in your embrace
because I'll never give another as much trust
as I gave you... you were an Angel... you were paradise
I'll never forget that day... the tears in your eyes...
I'll never stop writing about us... we were
better than jack and Rose let alone Romeo and Juliet
We were better than the movies because
we were real... I wonder why we had to end
like movies and books... I wonder...**
*Yours truly...
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
If you were just the flower
You'd have a little extra fragrant power
Everyone who met you would love you
But none of them would love you like I do
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2016
I want to write you a beautiful verse
for the day,albeit it will soon pass
want to sing you a song
but I doubt my voice, it's been long
I want to hug you tight
but you're as far away as star light
To buy you red Roses,I'm dying of guilt
but sadly the Roses may shortly wilt
To be with you here but it's not possible
this distance between us is a crucible
I want a lot for us now,I'll wait forever
cause I believe we'll someday be together
Ignatius Hosiana Oct 2023
"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."
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
Wanted to report your
picture... only to realise
there was no provision for
it's so amazing.
So you've made me realise
that our world
auto rotates along
negativity and
lacks optimism.
You've made
me learn one
thing among the
millions the world
needs to do to find
an admirable change,
Recognise that the good
too can happen and appreciate it.
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2019
Even the napkins that wiped the tears
can't really measure the depth of my melancholy since I cried even after
the tears were dry and even more
when I learnt to smile through it.
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2023
I want you to remember this day,
I want you to know that I wanted to give up.
I wanted to take back my love and seal it in tunnels,
where you would never find..

I wanted to walk out, put cotton in my ear, and never again answer your call.
I wanted to find something else to obsess about,
I wanted to erase your name from my mind and burn the pictures.

Today I wanted to walk out of this book, forget this story,
I wanted this to be my very last sorry.
Today I was exhausted, tired of this war
I felt like a conscript longing for freedom
And almost left without notice to become a deserter

But I didn't, so if I ever stop fighting for this,
I want you to know that today was one of those days
I gave us another chance.
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