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The words have been the poem,
and a good poem should fulfill us
  It can offer consolation and comfort
in our times of need

Lift up your pens, you upcoming poets write to,
your heart's content,  let your words,
be a conversation topic, be the closing of
the graduation speech, because
rhythmic language thrives, it allows most poems
to speak for themselves.
Who Killed Poetry?
No one did .
 Oct 2015 Realeboga M
Joe Cole
I run from the reality of life, from the voices within my head

I run from what I cannot reach, from what I cannot hold

I run from the pictures that are in my mind, and from those I cannot see

I run from the life I cannot have, I run so I can hide

I run because I don't understand what life expects of me

I run because its the only way I can set my spirit free
I usually run into places where I can be alone with my thoughts
Jfc
 Oct 2015 Realeboga M
x a l
let me play with tongues
of sins and forgiveness
where words slip and lips utter
verses & cusses,
altogether!
and I am of heavy influence
pray then sin - and viceversa!
for the next ninety-nine days,
I am the holy angel but a mere devil
It's empty & dark.
Hollow & cold.
I can hear the echoes of your silence, deafening my soul.
Faded memories swooning their way back into my desolate mind
No glimpse of shine
No gold, no greener grass
Just FEAR.
What am I scared of you ask?
LOVE.
The one thing that can free me from this burden I carry.
Yet, how do I do that when in fact LOVE is what put me here.
The love I longed for as I grew from the concrete.
Or maybe it's the LOVE I took for granted because I never felt that complete.
No wait...
There's more, LOVE galore.
Last but not least, as my hand rests upon my heart.
She came. She conquered. She made KARMA an art.
& then beyond that she stuck & she stirred.
Lines blurred. Plans cured. I still gave her my word.
But then that's when I said enough is enough.
It was a rough road & thank goodness I'm tough!
You know that love I thought could never be found?
I found it!
Somewhere within my being,
way in there..
Deep down.
He called her star angel
lulling all her demons of sins too heavy
to love herself like in ancient days.
She left wings in hell of weakness
to become loved for faces of gloom.
She trusted that if he loves her
he will go through the fire of nether worlds
in spite of defeats and tears
and sacrifce his life to ****** her wings
from big and little devils
lightning perpetual candle of future days
after sundown of her fragilities
to tear her off shackles of human smallness
making faint the ingidence of her soul
loving her like paridise bird the sun.
Falling to the ground like a shooting star
she became his inexpressible wish.
He travelled to the corner of the world
to catch her in his hands
and make her safe in their Eden
full of bliss, peace and delight.
The way was indicated to him by God
with map written for their hearts.
It was destined day and destined time
meticulously planned in scriptures of Universe.
She knew she had to fall from sky
to shine on his lands closer
because sometimes stars shine brighter
in heavens ment to exist only on earth.
Art is not shining in the midst of millions
to everyone and anyone.
Art is one star worth of wars of heart
for earliest and eternal love
falling from sky once in light years.
She fell to burn in him
the light of his own soul
to guide and heal her
to ignite in her pureness of child.
He was God for her and her absolution,
the only skies where she could glow timlessly
for two lips, two hearts and bodies
but one soul.
She almost fell at his feet
to irreversibly unite them in one flame
giving birth to Universe
with Earth for starcatcher
and Heavens for his starlet goddess.
He existed only for her,
and she just for him.
They knew that earth
is a mirror of the sky.
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