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Steven McNevets Jul 2015
I mourn for me
because mourning is all I feel.
I mourn the souls forgone
lost brethren denied the dawn of a new day
I mourn the aborted children
lights of the world shinning
only in the beyond.
I mourn for the breast that never gave suckle
to a child
and the child that never ****** breast.
I mourn for broken homes
The genesis of a rotten society.
I mourn for children and graduates
on the streets chasing vehicles
and turning to our own Usain Bolt.
I mourn youths basking
in the decadence of morality.
I mourn the ideology
that everyone MUST go to school.
Creativity lies dead
and a certificate is the only aim in our head.
I mourn because of what I see on TV
Vixens displaying **** bodies like CV
I mourn for my sisters, aunties cousins nieces;
Victims of domestic violence.
I mourn because they agonize in silence
I mourn for inmates in cells,
Cells worse than hell;
I mourn for those innocent crimes
those locked up for a little fine.
I mourn for creative minds
discouraged by the webbed hands of piracy.
I mourn for the Fallen Giant, NIGERIA,
chained hands and feet,
Master of corruption
and slaves of procrastination.
I mourn the incessant fuel scarcity,
half baked graduates
from the substandard oven
of our varsities.
I mourn 'cause we have lost the way.
These are what I mourn for,
I mourn for this and more..........
when will yonder future
glue back dreams with suture?
shattered dreams is what I mourn for
being amidst sorrows that hollow our fellow.
I mourn for war victims
in Gaza, Syria and Nigeria
that wakes not with joy.
look at that girl and boy
their bloods spilled on our soil.
I mourn for you, my queen and Roy.
with piety I pray thee sweet eternity.
I mourn for forgotten souls
What does yonder holds for us?
I mourn lost heroes;
those that sleeps with saddened pillows.
I mourn
I mourn,
how many wake
to see the dawn?
I wait the day when we shall wake and say..."GOOD MOURNING"
yes, 'cause corruption is dead........ nepotism, tribalism, racism, piracy.... all dead, never to see them again, even in the world beyond.
So I say Good Mourning...
Steven McNevets Jul 2015
This is an application of love
penned by the one who seek a place in your heart.
These are thoughts from my inmost desire
that arose the very moment I set eyes on you.
My real and undying love
have been thematically written here
and mine words are of lasting scents
and pleasures....
please read in Love's accent...
Just .feeling like to write a love poem.. 'Tis been a while I wrote on it... well the continuation and edit version of the poem will be written and sent later
Steven McNevets Jul 2015
TO UFEDO**
I
Can thy radiant beauty
cease its duty to ray?
Can the rainbow of your smiles
cease to baptize me in gay?
Can the awaken eyes of mine
tell not the beauteous ride of dream
which indeed is he look in your eyes?
No, it can't.
Then how could my heart plea
the adorn of your wholeness
when all that's portrayed of me
is affections for real.
#love, #Feelings, #Broken heart
  Jul 2015 Steven McNevets
Genevieve
Hey Mom?
I miss you.
Like a lot.
I miss dancing in the kitchen
To Madonna and Meatloaf.
I remember singing under the paper lantern
From the dollar store.
You bought it just for me.
I miss your strong, muscular embrace
And your scent of cloves and earl grey and earth.
I miss your long, silky hair
Just like mine.
I cut it all off last week.

Some days,
I just wish I could talk to you,
Talk to you about what hurts
But you hurt.
Just to remember hurts.
You're gone.

Hey Mom?
If you're still in there,
Beneath all the alcohol-infused blood
At the bottom of the cavity in your soul maybe,
Could you peek out from behind the curtain?
If only for a moment.
Could you give me some signal
Some kind of hope
That beneath it all
My mother is still here
On this earth
That she isn't lost to me forever.
That the woman who cherished me in her lap
Swaying me back and forth while I cried
From bad dreams or heartache
The woman who taped up my broken arm
And taught me how to make the best spaghetti
My mommy,
Who taught me to sing with beauty
And shared her green thumb secrets.
Please.
Please.
Don't be lost to me entirely.
Please come back.

Hey Mom?
I miss you so very much.
Steven McNevets Jul 2015
I
Can thy radiant beauty
cease its duty to ray?
Can the rainbow of your smiles
cease to baptize me in gay?
Can the awaken eyes of mine
tell not the beauteous ride of dream
which indeed is he look in your eyes?
No, it can't.
Then how could my heart plea
the adorn of your wholeness
when all that's portrayed of me
is affections for real.


II
Look within my heart
Its abundant care like rhythm of lullaby
Look within to see
The naked and punctured lines
that erupts like an earthquake
At the sight of you Mona Lisa
No artificial can withstand your naturals.
Then how could my heart plea
The warmth inn of your whole
When all that depicts of me
is drunkenness of you
How could you not reason with me?
To a special friend, Ufedo(Love).. that keeps me awaiting an answer.
Steven McNevets Jul 2015
Life.
Perplexing, mysterious, joyous.
A maze with no end.
A room without a door.
A soul with no heart.
Why is it like this?
Everyday is a heart beat.
Never knowing when it stops.
Every second turns
to minutes,
hours,
days,
years.
It's limitless.
There are no boundaries.
Fate and Destiny don't control you,
you control you.
It is what it is.

Life.
Dreaming, passion, hope.
Achieving isn't everything.
Reaching your potential is.
Dreams lead to hope,
to belief,
to passion,
to success.
Success is endless love.
You can never have less of it.
This is success.
It is what it is.

Life.
Tough, challenging, threatening.
Obstacles change you.
They are the boulders
in life.
These boulders are meant
to be overcome.
Many stop,
but few continue.
The essence of life
isn't to scare you,
but to create you.
It is a mirror with
no reflection.
You create the reflection.
Obstacles are who you are,
there is no boulder
to big or tall, but
it can be intimidating.
That is the challenge,
and
It is what it is.

Life.
Sad, gloomy, melancholy.
It is a fruit that is sweet
and bitter.
Death always haunts your shadows,
but few know when it comes.
It is a trap that many know but few see.
This is the reason for life.
Though sad,
it is the reason for existence.
Death is the one thing
we can never outrun.
Longevity denies the truth,
and medicines further you
from reality.
Though we know it,
we never know when it will happen.
Many sorrow for death,
but embracing it is the only acceptance.
Life is a journey,
and death is the end.
The end of your journey
And the beginning of
a new one.
This is death
and
It is what it is.

Life.
Intricate, jubilant, doleful.
It is a journey of a lifetime.
Very few see the truth,
and many will never know.
From beginning to end
and after, it is a book
that will never end.
This is life
and
It is what it is.
Steven McNevets Jun 2015
I WITNESSED IT

Death roared himself a king
In a time I know not-- how
He again touched a vow
And made himself a stupid king - still

Yes, I witnessed it
As the day turned night
Everyone were in sight
At the requiem mass of Late Mr. Paschal

I saw his soul won by heaven
The angels I heard were rejoicing
I heard the smooth voices
Mourning not but singing with sweet melody

Above the hills was felt a cool breeze
And the zephyr presence of Late Mr Paschal
Yes it came with a thunder
Making hearts battle in wonders

His words.... filling the air... entertaining ears
Lo! His words...  something more than gold
Brought down heaven legs
And joy was given again as a proof.

#Je suis McNevets
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