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Nov 2015 · 413
SONNET TO ART
Steven McNevets Nov 2015
Art! True treasure of all entity thou art
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes
Who brings the raging enemies to its knees
And create thyself delicious meal
In thee lies true knowledge of all inventions
Unto poets heart, showing thu great addiction
Unconquorable is thy deering-do offspring
Who wouldst not desire one or many of her offspring?
'Twas you that made mother and child  dear
Many a man thou didst respect and fear
Even the great artistc being thou created
Not forgeting your endowing clemency.
Surely, thou art true treasure of all entity
But thy mystique existence needs some clarity!

#McNaevets -2033
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Nov 2015 · 384
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Steven McNevets Nov 2015
These are words driven
By the imposition of a million dollar lie
Upon the tenderness of our humaness
Lies crafted in hearts of men
To annihilate the good works
Of our forebears who stood for truth and justice

#McNaevets - 2015
Jul 2015 · 339
Faith
Steven McNevets Jul 2015
when pain
was soaked in tears
and dreams
was broken by days
my whole felt unsafe
'cause heart
indulged
in perilous ruth.
But,
these words struck me,
FAITH!
engage
not in hate
and
embrace vates....
Jul 2015 · 346
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Steven McNevets Jul 2015
Genevieve
Genevieve
14 hours ago
J.

Funny, what the human mind does to protect itself.

He was broken, as I was
And I thought I could fix him.
No
I thought I could be a solution.

I wanted to be the answer
That the universe whispered in response
To his nights alone in drunken tears.
Wanted to be the perfect fit
To the gaping hole in his chest.

But I was not prepared.
I gave up my heart and soul
before I really knew what that meant.
I gave him my mind and my will;
Everything, anything he wanted that I could give
I gave
I let him take all that he wanted from me
Let him run my soul dry,
and what was left,
What he didn't want
I threw away.

I was too young,
Too naive to understand
The gravity of my choices.
That is,
Until he told me
that it wasn't enough
I wasn't enough.
I was not freedom.
Commitment is not a freedom
And he didn't want any of that.

So there I was, left with only pieces
of myself.
Not enough left to put back together
To make a whole.
Just a hole.
Empty and lost.

I was in love with him,
and to be fair,
He loved me, too
But not for who I was.
But for who I became for him.
When he tired of that,
He found someone knew to sate his interest.
And failed to mention the change.
Coward.

It's so fuzzy now.
Hazy, even.
Like looking through a ***** windshield at twilight.
I can't even remember a twinge of that love.
Not even a pinprick of the agony.
The holes in my soul don't ache anymore,
Not for him.

Funny, what the human mind does to protect itself.
To the man who captivated my thoughts for 2 years, and left me with nothing but scars to show for it. This is not complete yet, I'll be making some changes here soon.
Genevieve knows how to capture a man's heart... help rate this poem for her.. she is telling her true feelings and she is being real here, very real.
Jul 2015 · 302
Untitled
Steven McNevets Jul 2015
when pain
was soaked in tears
and dreams
was broken by days
my whole felt unsafe
'cause heart
indulged
in perilous ruth.
But,
these words struck me,
FAITH!
engage
not in hate
and
**embrace vates.....
help give it a title..............................................................................................
Jul 2015 · 862
Mourning!
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...
Jul 2015 · 411
APPLICATION OF LOVE
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
Jul 2015 · 309
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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 · 666
**TO UFEDO**
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.
Jul 2015 · 986
**ODE TO LIFE**
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.
Jun 2015 · 345
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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
Jun 2015 · 2.5k
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Steven McNevets Jun 2015
What is the world turning into?
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Why are things becoming LESS?
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Phones are now wireless
People , homeless
Food, tasteless
Children, Fatherless
Wives, Fearless
Husbands, Restless
Love, Priceless
Lovers, Heartless
Graduates, Jobless
Economy, Cashless
Government, Manage less
Friends, Brainless
Drivers, Reckless
Words, Meaningless

All these are just Senseless
.
.
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In Fact, I am..... Speechless
Jun 2015 · 321
ALL OF YOU
Steven McNevets Jun 2015
All of you

What would I do without all of you

I love you and you should know that it’s true

Got my head thinking, my mind pondering

And I don’t know what to say



Not long ago you came in my way

In my heart I’m gona make a place for you to stay

For those who encourage me and frown at me

You all that I see



My head’s under water

But I’m breathing fine

You’re all crazy

And I’m out of my mind



Cuz I love all of you

I’ll lay my life for you too

Even my teasers and those haters

All my brothers, friends and sisters



Just like one plus one is two

All this that I say na true

You’re my end and my beginning

Even when I fall I’m flying



Could it be that

I love all of you

Even those times

You made me mad too



Hopeezy, Peter and Imelda

Johnbosco, Margaret and Anita

To mention a few

Can’t do without all of you



You are my downfall

You’re my muse

My best attraction

The wisest and fools



I can’t stop singing

Can’t do without you for real

Could it be that I love all of you

Even those times you made me mad too.
Jun 2015 · 242
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Steven McNevets Jun 2015
Never Retire

I was so young
and I couldn't find my way
its been so long
si many things I wana say
long time ago
like it was yesterday
I was there from the start till the end..m

My future is bright
its gonna light up the night
I know that I'm right
Cuz I'm gonna fly so high
its my desire to acquire
even in the fire
I will never retire
Jun 2015 · 676
WONDERS OF THE NIGHT
Steven McNevets Jun 2015
so cold for the night to be,
i sat lonely watching the stars,
feeling the warmth of the wind.
the skies were ashen and sober.
i quietly watched the moon.
the moon, so beautiful in the night
shining down on the earth.
the night was so quite.
i was so curious to see
the wonders of the night.
why are night so quite..
i then looked up to the sky
and saw some wonders
and i was amazed.
. night, oh! night
. a very beautiful event to witness.
wonders upon wonders occurs at night.
praise to thee, oh God,
who have bless us with a calmly night.
praise to thee,
for you have shown wonders
to your creatures,
a calm wonderful and peaceful night......
Jun 2015 · 335
A song of praise
Steven McNevets Jun 2015
You are my God
You are my Lord
You are the Most High, my Creator
I give you thanks
For all that you have done
You are the begining and you are my end

Almighty God
Fathful Lord
You are all that I need
You give me strength
You give me hope
Lord I will praise you for enternity

Lord I'm gona praise you for ever more
You deserve my praise
And thats what I'll base
In you alone my trust, faith and hope
Your name is high above other names
Jun 2015 · 593
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Steven McNevets Jun 2015
THE CRY OF AN ABANDONED CHILD

There is a pain he wishes to share,

Wondering if any will stay to hear;

A pain transformed into trumpet,

To be heard by the dominant of the earth.

Is there any who seem to care?

Let him the burden of listening now bare,

As his circular canal called to clean

By removing the right and left holes beam.

Does his growth fascinate you?

Your tears may only him fool,

If you do not act to relief:

By praying for dew’s drop on the drying leaf

It is a pain infringe by a mother tree,

Who knows not how to care for her seeds

Therefore, leaving them to go search for pasture,

In the foreign field of rancor

The seed fell among thorns and stones,

And for long in the darkness groans

Finding some better path to light

If he could trace his ways out of the dark night

Many nights, many days,

In tears and pains passed away

Without hand visiting the mouth,

And stomach for long cried about.

Yet left to fend for nutrient

On the weary stormy gale of nature’s strength

Without a link to the root

Who his growth suppose now boost.

Wandering about like a lost sheep

Without the succor of a shepherd;

To him wrong and bad always alleged

Without any room for self defense

Many moving mountain to climb

Without the guard of the mother’s limb

But I am still climbing upward

Though without you seem awkward

Others home I see with prudent,

As mothers and father’s love flows in affluent,

Mother encouraging children to endure:

In climbing the lofty mountain grandeur

As for me who care,

No soothing word that cheer,

Even on a weary night;

When the night darkness subdued the light

How long will I continue to bear?

The lonely weary nights of tears

Who shall help out of this snare?

By making himself so near

Though without comfort I am consoled,

As the nature with rain, cool my thirsty soul.

Maltreated I endured,

When under the nature’s solemn sound secure.

Though discouragement grip my soul;

The rising shining sun suggest hope

On the lonely journey of life,

The moonlight also for faithfulness strife

Though abandoned by mother;

The loving solemn wind never murmurs,

When the eyelid of papa could not found,

The smile to lift from weary ground.

Dejected and despised was I,

While sailing on life oceans with strife.

As family, turn so ferocious,

I found friends proving friendly.

I found friend fully friendly for fun,

Even when the hand of the clock turns,

They never despise nor reject my plead,

But with care and love with me they feed.

Any single thought of the mother,

Is always like to be murdered.

Friends see life in me

But she seems not to know what it mean.

When the friendly sun sunned me dried,

It was as a meat fried

In a hot oil for long,

Perhaps if it could be prolong.

But to friend they want me live,

So all their care and love they give.

To them; for me to live is gain

And to die is shame.

To mother; if I die I die,

My memory is not in her file.

To her; if I live I live,

My odds never make her feel.

Oh, mother! Oh, mother!

Does it not you Now bordered

To lose your jewel to nature so faster,

Such jewel that give you painful laughter.

I came crying to make you smile,

That the pain of your travail may so soon fly.

All these you do not cherished,

So, leaving your jewel to perish

My precious dreams got shattered,

As stones and thorns on it hampered,

When she is not there to pick them off,

To help make my journey to the top

There is something great I really need,

Its dissatisfaction I always feel,.

When the joy of such moment look farther,

That I will be mother

Mother do not lose hope on me

I can always make you, what you want to be

Only if you just believe in this truth;

That I still love you.

Never lose hope to poverty,

For there is room for liberty,

If you will take me as a golden treasure

And your better hope of triumph.
Jun 2015 · 410
THIS IS MUSIC
Steven McNevets Jun 2015
........THIS IS MUSIC.........
.....
Listen to the sounds that are arranged
In a way that is pleasant.
Listen to the sounds
That soulfully commune the body - mind and heart
Listen to resound these words
As they slam in your ears
And the dudes romance their beards
Cuz this is the pened and spoken signs
That represents the sounds
To be played or sung with rhymes.
This is music -- dont abuse it.

Feel it in your body, mind and soul
Let it make you a whole not cold
Let music fix your worries, pains and hurts
And not make you crazy or lazy.
Music is not old.. 'tis more than gold.
Music is the sound of Fr33zin Paul words
That resounds when reading God words.
Music is divine.... so use it!

Music is not 'knack him apako
That might end you falling off the bal-co-ny.
Music is Boko's bomb
That touches the heart.
Listen... Boko's bomb
That causes not massive destruction
But gets massive attention
In the lyrics of lullaby, blues, jazz, gospel, classic, rap, hip hop, r 'n' b
Music is my life.... all about me
Music is my wife.... she is all that I see.

I am music.... and this is real
I voice the words of music
I use it, I dont abuse it.
I fuse it, I dont refuse it.
This is music...
So let it sound and resound and be sound
So more can be achived.
________
_#McNevets_
knack him a pako" is a type of music that message not for good but for immorality and decadence

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