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 Apr 2014 Raphael Uzor
Arianna G
Although
Entwining words together to create
Beautiful feelings isn't my forte.
Entwining my fingers with yours
Makes me feel beautiful.
 Apr 2014 Raphael Uzor
Arianna G
Mouth agape
Shoving food into your mouth that you can't even taste
Expressionless face
Focused on colors dancing around in that empty box
Forgetting to blink
You're in a trance and unable to think

Dumbing you down for decades
With it's detrimental façade
 Apr 2014 Raphael Uzor
Arianna G
I can feel them on my skin.
I feel their electricity, so powerfully pleasing, pulling me in.
Every glance, makes my stomach dance.
The longer it lingers, I ache for her fingers laced between mine.
Because,
it's only in those moments
that things seem fine.
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
I used to believe
People lived forever
Unaging
Ungrowing
I had no clue
I was young
Frightened by death
Suddenly
I'm glad
There's an end
Before the dust fell
Under the pastry white moon
You were always weird.
And there will never come a day when you will not be weird. :]
An owl hooting
Right outside of my window
Makes my heart beat fast.
Don't make promises
Promises just become lies
When you are this young.
Here am I on my knees
Crying to the heavens
Tearing my shirt over the sins that are drowning me
My sorrow knows no bounds
For I have failed
I have tripped and fallen down a *****
That there is no hope
Of ever returning
Yet you have reached out
And pulled me off of my knees
You have clothed me
In the splendor of royalty
You have set a crown upon my brow
And now allow
Me to sit at your feet
How can a sinful creature such as I
Hold the eye
Of such a glorious God
How could the maker of the stars
Hold someone as wretched as me
I come to the throne humbly
It seems the least I can do
To return each breath of life blessed to me back to you
Direct me through the nations
Spreading the word of your glory
I can not comprehend how I could ever contain such a message
It spills out my mouth like an everlasting stream
These words shine bright
With the message of life
For every sentence that contains his name
Shouts forth his infinite praise
May the fire of the Holy Spirit set ablaze
The nations in Gods holy ways
 Apr 2014 Raphael Uzor
ajit peter
Haircut
Strands of hair unruly way
Hair cut an adventure of the day
Scrolling through the models on book
pictures in mind to decide the look
Hair cut an adventure of the day
Through the times in a different way
young ones cry of the barbers scissor
A grim look of teen in the mirror
every hair cut in the heart a terror
Good or bad an haircut is an adventure
pety
thinking of this in a saloon
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