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Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
truth's all we share,
& atimes
all we share's truth
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2015
Night after night they'd fight
Fires and flames re-ignite
As Sparks of anger flared
She lived but dead scared
Next was waking dead to life
Yet again not too tired to fuel the strife
Atimes they were warm, atimes cold as mist
Sometimes apart, sometimes at heart
There were days they hated and days they kissed
Days of soothing the days of hurt
The flame as bright as the Sun
Died down to dim of a lantern
Even their ******* Son
Came to terms with that zigzag pattern
High was high and low was low
When's Dad was high there wasn't law
His Mama's weapons were claws
While earning real hard blows
Was what fate 'd served
What she deserved?
In the air lingered an aroma of temptation
To slay his papa and offer redemption
That became a prayer each Sunday
What he painfully did fulfill someday
Yenson Feb 2019
Woman child, man child, Kidadults
I hear your voices, I feel your pain,
I was pushed on the tracks you walk
I see the sorrows of the known and unknown days
the hopelessness of feeling insignificant
the destitutes of needs unmet, wants unattainable
the searing pain of the unsupported, the pitiful cries unheard
the anger of mediocrity, the stupefying lull of mundanity
that shaming feeling of feeling disrespected and unworthy

I can appreciate your rages and outrages
the compulsion to lash out, to hate, to get back at them
the frustrations that begets violence, the creeping disillusionments
the insecurities, the fears, the paralyses, the absence of stability
that pervasive feeling of inadequacies of minds unfulfilled
the crazed tensions that always sits at the door and gnawed often
the need for escapisms, to drink and live recklessly atimes
the pain that bornes rejections of cooperation with those others
the sheer horrors that make you think the world is against you

But I've been one of you even before I was made one of you
I come from the capital of Suffering, paid fees at Adversity alley
I too know what it's like to go hungry, to do without
Know what it's like to yell in frustration and bemoan my lot
while the wealthy kids swarmed around with foreign goodies
I know the humiliation being barred from class and school lessons
because my school fees were late in coming and being laughed at
but I had parents who gave tough love and bred worthy sons
and values to work hard, stand tall and respect your name

Don't look at others, be positive, be the best you can be
be helpful, be polite, be kind and fear your God but nothing else
you are a man, go like a man and never ever take what's not yours
Be grateful for what you have anf thankful for the privilege
Yes, I had breaks, but I stand knowing I earned from my sweat
and nothing was expected or given or taken for nothing
so Yes, I know suffering and hardship ain't going to break me now
No woman, I was bred to care for, love and provide, *****, they are not for ****** release, or comforter to abate my pain or strifes
Loneliness is nothing, I have slept in dark forest and quiet beaches
I have faced darkness and fears that would traumatize older men

Destroying me achieves nothing other than glorify inhumanity
there will always be talented people who seem to have more
these days the're few elitists only does who took opportunities
If you want to change the palaces, do a Megan Mackle
Be good enough to marry inside and change lives from within
Hating privileged serves no purpose other than reinforce them
You can bring the walls down from the inside better than outside
Hate destroys the haters, why court cancer when love cures all

Woman child, man child, Kidadults
I hear your voices, I feel your pain,
I have walked the tracks you walk
I know well the sorrows of the known and unknown days
I can talk the talk and walk the walk
I have done it more than any of you born in the West.....
Dexter Terzungwe Nov 2015
Needles and syringes;
Heroine, my beautiful medication.
White robe, blue belt,
I was loving my profession of alcohol and drug indulgence.

Pipe ready,
my growing shadow, aided by the lighting from the burning flame below,
silently watching on;
“One hit and I will be perfect,” begs my ****** soul.

I have watched the moon every night.
Witnessed as she comes and goes.
Atimes, she is full and bright;
at others, she is nothing but a waning dull curve,
travelling leisurely across the sky;
Her face, a dire one,
filled with laughter and mockery
as she wonders what went wrong with me.
30 nights and 12months of 11years,
I too, an answer I have failed to find.

Last night, there was this darkness,
and all I can remember is the music that accompanied it.
Dark themed and suicidal,
Yet, it is the closest I have come to solitude in so many years.
Tonight I am back again, bent over my last dosage for the night.
“Dosage.” Indeed!
The moon is not in sight.
I wonder if my friend, if she is one,
Has forgotten about me tonight.
But there she is again.
Maybe she isn’t taunting me;
Maybe she is as confused as I am,
Or is she also lost?
Why can’t she seem to find her way home?
Oh the ramblings of a somber mind.
Dedicated to all those struggling with an addiction and trying to make something of their lives, you are not alone. You will be fine. Be strong for the world needs you. God bless.
Yenson Sep 2018
Let me write of simply nothing
Like nothing is simply something
What presents uncouth bargain conceit
Nothing but simply nothing for something
A frolic in pretense dancing a tango with deceit
Hoping the veil covers a waiting twin never far away
for the ego is fragile and the two-steps lays paths uneasy

In for a twirl not in for a pound
Skipping from a hot post to the pillar
Pleasure no pleasure just a dance of chances
Attention to fill empty parades and voices to share
Fulfillment not in the count but numbers will tell tales
In shallowness emptiness is filled by many cups atimes
yet something troubles for nothing is nothing for something

Be still the rages of nothing
Unheard yet loudly voicing  something
Felt deeper in sane paths a call to find a home
The weary traveler know the nomad walk still yearns
But the faces of past just a past of something here and gone
A virtuoso without the the armor to rise and take a low bow
lacking the grace of a curtsy or something akin to I'm truly sorry
The Tempest Twril,
Isn't it the peace sanctuary?
And the abode of all sanctity,
But the spring of malice and muddle?
The tempest twril,

Isn't the heavenly bodies stationed?
And illuminate in their times,
But moves incoherent in their shadows atimes?
The tempest twril,

Isn't light a traveller in a straight line?
And the sun,a mother of them,
But meagerly shines at the centre?
The tempest twril,

Isn't pray and prey four lettered?
And produces the same sound,
But conflict in their meanings?
The tempest twril,

Isn't the first the best?
And supposedly the crown bearer,
But Essau had none?
The tempest twril,

Isn't wundt the genesis of their science?
And paved way for their experiments,
But had an unreliable methodology?
The tempest twril,

The tempest twril,
A Poem Written By,
Historian E.Lexano
©March 11,2015
Hd was brave though his actions were lame
Many days and nights he cinfessed to her true love
All fell on deaf ears
He was quick to smiling and per thought of her
He always talked to her and exchanged great joy
This time, he knew her program flow
Ready to launch his beloved words
To awaken his dream of speech
Negativity seen in his faces as he received slaps for all those moments he tried
She is complicated but finest of a lady
When she wears non else can compete
To him he was in a venture of reality but cautioned with disability
She many atimes came to him as much as he wished
Danced to her music and ate of her food
His worry was to catch up with her class for her shoe was worth his belongs.
Then this one time they went for a walk, in his borrowed clothes couldnt keep the teeth in for a miracle to walk with a fine lady
He stood up his voice and called.. waitress give her as she likes
She wasnt extravagant but the prices were
He wondered how many teeth he was to trade and pay the bill in his heart he would rather sale a kidney.
Poor him in a ridiculous state of anxiousness
He wakes up to fulfill his dream of saying Hi amidst the thousand of affairs he dead had with her
The only chance was in a shopping, when the playing kids dropped an unpaid icon to his pockets
He moves around and about to opt for running out to her car on realizing she was departing
Her heels clamped everyones sight, and as he passed the entrance with crammed sentences of liberation, alarms backed him arrested. He made his first move on cold cuffs
The impression buried hopes of a cowardness in a stereo of desired and cracked reputation
She gazed in disappointed and he flee in glory
Yenson Jul 2023
The Intelligent one
said, I seek knowledge and try to learn
knowing there's more than meets the eye
you're God's nobliest creation and so should your mind be

The sage believes
love, respect, look, listen, learn but above
all, know to own your mind and keep your counsel
for within you is the god you, find it and bow Namaste

The Judge said
patience is a virtue, weigh probabilities
think judiciouly and remember they're always
two sides to a story and even more atimes

The Journalist said
Shed light, truthfully and objectively
tell your story, educate, inform, expose wrong
and never go to print without facts-checking and verifying

The Spiritual Ones say
Love one another and believe there's a
Higher Power far greater than us, be kind, grateful
and do unto others as you want others do unto you and yours

The wise one said
I keep an open mind and treat others
with integrity, respect, due consideration and on merit
but step on my toes delibrately and I will stand up for myself

The Brave one says
I believe in peace but courage and boldness
are essential parts of me, I do not seek trouble but if trouble troubles me I will trouble trouble in more troubling ways than one

The Real One says
I am open, honourable and possess self-respect
and I say it as it is, my intentions are good and worthy
with no ulterior motives, I cannot condone or relate to fakeness, falsehood, chicanry, deciets machinations, superficialities or artificialities.

I am the real deal
I keep it real and you will find me
in all of the above, for our world is not one dimensional
we can soar with eagles and dive into deepest reaches
we carry long sabres yet give the warmest gentlest softest kisses
I am The Genuine Article........
Yenson Sep 2020
Now its all clichéd
a pastiche of a pastiche
of another pastiche begging visions
much as the overstayer at a colourful carnival
now watching drunkards in grotesque smeared make-ups
those sincillating dazzling costumes afore in ritzy glow
now tacky ridiculous misrepresentation of coutures ill made

The drip drip drip
onerous magical thinkings
in cahoots with guised networking
yet as apparent as a charging steam locomotive
is now the infantile bullying of the spoilt nasty brat
chasing away all guests at the birthday party cause the presents given
were not all the magnificent things craved or not expensive enough

Moreso those original miscreants
had trumpeted loud and clear their intentions
to, by foul intents induce cerebrum damage and ruination
spite, vengeance boiling on envy laced in malice aforethought
they sang of haze, confusion, of mud lies and numbers counting
in dastardly flair they laid out maps and plotted the route to failure
to rack and ruin, the road to Wigan pier as dictated by thieving mobs

Magnanimity unheard in spiritless spooks
innocence, truth, bravery, courage are anomalies detested
finesse et measured equity is a language unspoken in toy town
it's all become a silly affair by naked clowns, now posing agape
what good victory when the enemy carries arms alongside you
wears your livery  and is one of you with  kings shilling in hand
do not over stay tour time at the carnival least you are mistaken for muggers
Contempt is not a glorifying word but can express feelings succinctly atimes
Kay Jun 2020
I am a part of the universe
Still trying to figure out how things work
Some days are so bright it lightnings my path
But most atimes darkness takes over
I tend to forget how light feels like

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