The Face Behind The Pen.*

That face has got some cracks,
Cracks that made him learn,
And severed him from friends that are quack,
The dream becomes a soundtrack.

Sometimes the face is wet,
When tables turn and the pen seems upset
He had to change his mind set,
And grumble about the asset.

At times, the face is blue,
When the wind of disappointment and failure visits his pen,
And blows away the ink
He puts on a face so new,

The face has had some marks,
When that rod gave him ten,
An ugly trauma he disembark
Those marks ignited a positive spark,

With red eyes and a frowned face,
After life has heaped its dung on him like a hen,
He braced up and set a new pace,
A rugged adventure he embraces.

Joyous moments makes the face happy,
Makes him filled, like a big fat hen,
Not allowing a thread of depression make him a puppy,
The face behind the pen.

© Daniels Pen™ 2021.

A TASTE OF HELL*

Blinded by the honey in leisure,
Entangled by my quest for wealth,
The tree of life I didn't treasure,
About my life, I wasn't stealth.

I dreamed and desired good morals,
The chains I never saw kept pulling me down,
My tears became my secret choral,
Bound by vices and walking in their town.

My life was in an acephalous state,
My desires were contrary to my desire,
Freedom was the song in my heart but ******* in the plate,
Forced to eat of its soured meal, indeed I was under fire.

Like a hypnotized being,
Memories of righteousness evaporated from me,
I had four eyes for seeing,
Things I saw appeared four to me.

As a part of me wanted goodness,
The bad part had more power,
My garment of morality was burnt and I was given pills of sadness,
I lost every good thing my heart's horoscope saw, down in hell I went lower.

A point where one has two hearts,
One desiring good, the other blackness,
Desiring peace but controlled by wars cart,
I knew the Light, yet I was controlled by darkness.

Surrounded by powers invisible to the human eyes,
Stripped of every good thing, living dead, a freed captive, I was too sick to tell,
I squeezed out time to write concise,
To tell you, I once had a taste of hell.
©Daniels Pen ™9th June, 2021.

LONER*

Out of the gills of struggles,
Came a star meant to shine,
Out of the valley of battles,
Came a male who is to change six to nine.

Upon his safe arrival,
Naivety made him feel loved by everyone,
Oblivious to the fact that people took him as a trival,
Every door step evicted him and wanted him gone.

Reality dawned on him,
He had to fight tirelessly by himself,
Working and singing hopes hymn,
Sleeping and waking in his own shelf.

Alone came I into this sphere,
I must keep struggling in my little corner,
No one cares, not even the air,
Hence, on this ball, I am loner.
© Daniels Pen™ 2021.

IN MY OWN WORLD*

We all have our world's,
Where we see differently,
Of course, our understanding can't be hurled,
Where mentality and opinions meet silently.

Some are easy to flow with,
Others are strict and lack social ability,
I've tried to measure their lenses width,
Only to discover that we all are our eyes liability.

I'll paint my world with sacrifice,
And not like those who disguise,
I'll love with everything in me and not treat people like a dice,
And not fear those who bug me but open my arms in its big size.

I'll speak kind words and ask politely,
Not to hurt their feelings or get them mad,
I'll love and be ready to help, taking nothing lightly,
I'll put myself in your shoes and not make the depressed, sad.

I'll listen well, without assumption,
I'll humbly seek to know your hearts state,
And not be a proud elite that puts away the unlearned to dejection,
I'll try to help the much I can, and not leave you to fate.

With the lens of love I'd view everyone,
I'll wisely love to give, and no one would ever be called a beggar in my world,
I'll reason with you and not rashly conclude why you never won,
I'll make my bed with love and care and wear the perfume of the social in my own world.

© Daniels Pen™ 2021.

FOOL*

Buzzing like a tireless bee,
Working hard to be free,
Strategies well employed for poverty to see,
His hatred for it made him pay sacrifice fee.

Oblivious of the owner of the air,
Making predictions and theories out of an existing nowhere,
Searching for honey in the mouth of the mare,
This wisdom made me give him a sarcastic glare.

Picking droplets of fallen fame,
Searching for fame in the basket of the lame,
Without a guard like a looser in the chess game,
Selling wisdom for a temporary name.

Blind to the pills of truth,
Walking through assumptions route,
Foolish philosophies blindfolding them from seeing their roots,
Every being without God is a fool and on one foot.

© Daniels Pen™2021.

A Poem: Irony of the Rose. (A Duet).*

Its beauty defies every other,
Attracting butterflies to a beautiful sight,
Seeds of vexation arranged in order,
Contentment is out of sight.
© Daniels Pen™2021.✍️✍️✍️

Beautiful in the outside world
But on the inside lies the venom
If the rose could change this
Maybe there could have been a change.
©TheWeepingPoet™ 2021 ✍️✍️✍️

Nectar filled with envy,
Petals looking lovely,
When the liquid is heavy,
Hatred is more likely.
©Daniels Pen™2021✍️✍️✍️

Mesmerised by the beauty of it
The thorn eats deeply into the flesh
The pain is excruciating
Yet, why will I toss this rose off?
©TheWeepingPoet™2021.✍️✍️✍️

Oh! How beautiful are your leaves!
If only you knew the meaning of beauty and how beautiful you are,
You'll throw away greeds seed with its sleeves,
If only jealousy would allow you to see far?
© Daniels Pen™2021.✍️✍️✍️

Friendship is the rose we pick at every point in life
Jealousy makes them hurt us with thorns
The same one who held us ends up breaking us
But can the chain of friendship be avoided?
©TheWeepingPoet™ 2021.✍️✍️✍️

Daniels Pen™© 2021
And
TheWeepingPoet™©2021.

LORD, MAKE ME A MAN

Scaling through life's hurdles,
Meeting men of different cadres,
Some awesome, some without loves light on their candles,
Hence, the need for an ideal father.

Lord, make me a man,
Whose vision is ever bright and ageless,
A man with the spirit of, "I can",
A man who is fearless.

I desire to be that man,
With courage and outstanding love,
Who embraces responsibilities pan,
A man whose foresight is above.

A man whose feet his children are proud to follow,
With a conscience that ever lives,
A man who prepares a solid foundation for his children's tomorrow,
A man who always gives.

Lord make me a man,
Whose lordship over the home doesn't make proud,
A humble Dan,
Whose voice is not loud.

A man whose voice the heavens recognize,
A man discreet and full of understanding,
A man that enemies can't hypnotize,
A man who is open to rebuke and learning.

I seek to be that man,
Who knows not the room of unfaithfulness,
Cleaves to one woman,
And with hard work,  unity and cooperation, he brings his home to fruitfulness.
© Daniels Pen™ 28th July,2021.