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Quite a child
she makes me one
mind windward wild
flies gazelle run!*

On the shore
she’s something more
than picking pearl

opens door
once more
she’s a little girl!

She picks seashells
of sea she smells
she looks alien

free she sails
in her spell
i’m child again!

On the sea
wild carefree
she paints me joy

make hills on sands
small grow my hands
i’m again a boy!
 Oct 2014 MalaiDaisies
Pax
I am no prince
Nor I am of royal blood

There is just nothing more of a dream
I wince of meaning to be someone
That person was never me

The crown I once wore,
I thought was forever meant
Temporary was I all to be
Shame on me

I kept running from the storm
Hoping to evade what fear had brought
Now facing what I fear the most
A reality slap
     to wake up on this lovely nap

Once I was a false prince
     in a dreamy fantasy pretense

Now I thought I was a walking dead
All along I was asleep on my bed…


*© Pax
 Oct 2014 MalaiDaisies
bones
She's an alphabet artist
she paints in words,

from a palette of adjectives,
nouns and verbs,

the landscape she finds
in the folds of her mind

she exhibits in volumes of verse.
when two hearts fall in love then a bond is made

a love to last forever and never ever fade

there to last a lifetime and eternally

a love to last forever the way loves meant to be



to fill your life with happiness make your life content

there to last forever the way that love is meant

a very special gift from the high above

to bond two hearts together the special gift of love
If you want to feel safe,
Or even just calm
I know somewhere that you can go.
Find a bathroom stall- nice and clean
Make sure there are no gaps above the door and walls
No spaces high
And no spaces low
Sit on the seat, touch your finger tips to each side
Close your eyes and stare at the smooth surface
Leave your worries (or your mind) outside
It may sound crazy
Or a bit bizzare
But give it a try
It isn't far
Before I leave,
I’ll say good bye
Look into your eyes,
Just one more time
Slowly slowly turning; slowly slowly turn
We move together.

That I won’t miss you,
I can’t lie
Hold you in my arms,
I don’t dare cry
Slowly slowly turning
Slowly slowly turn
Moving together

So please stop your crying,
I’m leaving
There’s no point in grieving
Your soul, it won’t turn black
This fighting war and trying war that kills more than just lives,
You’ll be with me when I attack

Each time I start to kneel, I just try not to feel,
My soul will die, or I will die,
But that keeps me alive
Every time I start to kneel, I try just not to feel,
My soul will die, please I can’t die
You need me alive

It’s
A fight,
I go towards the light
And people try stopping me and I can feel you calling me
With all
My might,
I clutch your voice so tight
As I lose my sight

Each time I start to kneel, I just try not to feel,
My soul will die, or I will die,
But that keeps me alive.

Every time I start to kneel, I try just not feel,
My soul will die, please I can’t die

You need me alive
Every single time
When I think bout you
Even the dark night skies
Get a colorful hue ♥

#missing #someone #goodnight
Born a boy; now a man of men.
A son of Omu-Aran becoming the
Bishop of the world, who his mom
Nurtured and cultured by his granny.

A benign brook belittled yesterday
Has turned to a blessed flowing sea;
Small molehill becomes an Everest
In the sight of many a jeering enemy.

Bishop, God called to ascendancy
By favour: getting glory from grace.
To make his humble name legendary,
Heaven did set him apart for the race.

David Oyedepo, like David the king,
Is truly "a man after God's heart":
Of his goodness and love does he sing;
His passion he has from the very start.

Jesus Christ, the Bible and Faith alone
His breath and bread are; anointed
Books and tapes his ice cream cone.
In all circumstances he's oft elated.

Life of meaning isn't in number told,
But by deeds yonder the present:
All men were born; few do die
Great--for most live for the moment.

A diamond impact, like Papa's, will
For ever shine like stars in the sky,
Which the entire kingdom of the devil
Can never obscure its effulgence high.
Bishop David O. Oyedepo @60 (September 27, 1954-)

President and the Presiding Bishop of Living Faith Church, Inc., Worldwide
Forsaken: crestfallen, and he's been
Vacant, but bestirring himself now to
Once more go out on a limb to seek,
If haply he could a new find pronto,

A girl who'd like a medicine his heart
Mend and fill, with her rib, the space
In his side with her perfectly cast love,
Fitting unto him for the rest of his days.
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