"fulfillments" poems
Beyond passion we embrace the dark
A habitual bliss as we release our heart
Temptations tease, even want becomes need
Fulfillments fulfilled, even pleasures are pleased
We draw to the surface the quickening quench
Bathe in the purposeful hormonal stench
We lurk in the shadows cast by the meek
Who have inherited a world ruled by deceit...
With the wisdom of ages to guide our flight
We exist unnoticed under cover of night
We live for love yet hate sets us free
We search for truth in a world deceived
A simple twitch of an eye reveals a white lie
The calming of a heart as a nagging fear subsides
All is still as the dawn peaks the tranquil hour
Blinding rays of solar death seek evil to devour
Yet we are safe and sound from such a demon trap
When the forces of nature consummate our final path
Yet beware of such folklore that indicate win win
For we are merely immortals, until we reach our ends...
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
walking thru the valley of words
speechless are our soldiers in war
times of creative breaks, shootings
the sounds of slugs overpower rivals
gangstapoets stand tall in gory hoods
we dunno what fear is, bloodhoundz
as we only need 8 minutes to gather 80
0 traitors, giving bread to hungry ones
one tower, one pit, one block, 1LOVE
feel me rushing over sparklin' glaciers
south florida, 64th floor, ocean fiends
snake charmer in crime, 20 to 55, flip
kobacobraface scammed one of us
unknown were the ties among tizz and gp
in the background, jeezy and assi-toni...
"still on it", "the realest", "kommenzi"
the beats merge in gangstapoet's minds
dominique northstar's silky skin on mine
tissop, the war zones, fallen gangsta poets
dead baby mommas, vamoosing bullets
stop! tizzop is yelling, falling on his knees
and branko, tizzop's red horse approaches
juicy our promises, as sweet as fulfillments
olives, red wine, m2 tec bluetooth babe
red light district, wondaland's lost avenue
in the corner of agony and mania, dey fail
gangstapoets gradually winning turf
to be continued...
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 2:14 AM UTC
to live in big houses is to have
armored windows
which look toward a small world
but stay calm
my small house is totally quiet
and everything it's a large window
It is a whole world
nobody knows how to appreciate
my anonymous fulfillments
and you do not know my name
but you managed to smile with me
this is such an appreciation
and such a fulfillment
as the glory of a entire world
full of kings
no bells or drums resound when I leave
to my daily conflagration
I'm not acclaimed by the crowd
when I get back from her toil
but I know
to suffer to the whole every victory
and rejoice forever the latter defeat
I had to get
till the doom of the gloom
to realize at last
that nothing remains of us
just
a invincible
smile
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
The time haply hath come for her to burn
Off the chaff, as the Arab Spring, in turn:
Plenty here are already living in earthly hell
Whose souls in lack and want daily dwell--
Sans meals, sans clothing, without electricity,
Without job, without warmth, and sans salary--
Who from heaven's providence good do fend,
Whose expectations and fulfillments on it too depend;
Yet this present president against the citizenry
Welfare hath gone ahead still the oil subsidy
Sensitive to remove, doubling and trebling forthwith
The price of things to a cut-throat level; he wit-
Less, meseems, is our economy dire to manipulate
Sensibly and cannot such consequence great calculate
Hence adding to our festering injury salt of hardship,
Who was voted into office to manoeuvre this ship
Out of doldrums, for whose victory lives perished
As their faithful flames into eternity vanished
During the ugly mayhem that did ensue after the
Presidential election of last Spring,
dying untimely.
This, sailor sterile, is our reward from thee, methink,
By making this giant vessel of Nigeria to deeper sink!
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 3:46 AM UTC
Happines went away.
In your place i found a way.
I tried to remember your face,
But i couldn't take my mind off your voice.
I'm only 20, Miss Solitude, young and longing for fulfillments.
I know you used to play tricks on naive young men.
But i am different. I am not just a man who runs and plays.
Through misery i have ploughed.
Here in your hotel room together we watch the city breathing.
I put my hands on your breast wondering.
Do you feel my youth running so wildly through my veins?
They say young men are not acquainted with no love nor with pain.
When you held me so tight couldn't you feel my heart beating like crazy?
When you looked deep into my eyes couldn't you see the pride of my manhood?
Take our picture as the night grows darker so lazy
I want to remember us like this if i could
These walls have our night secret
The unspoken passion we shared.
The nights we spent somehow
Listening to the sound of the rain falling down the window.
If this were a dream, i would be dreaming in a vivid dream.
Lights of colours your eyes beam.
Your lips tell me a thousand stories of passion and hopes.
The delightful scent of your hair ties me to you like a rope.
Come back to bed.....
I want more of your love.
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 7:31 PM UTC
I'm bored.
I often hear friends and others say.
But when asked why?
That's the question's they can't explain.
I'm tired.
I often hear many profess.
When asked why?
They have many reasons to confess.
When in general they was performing a job test.
Or didn't try to find enjoyment in things they like.
Boredom comes from being unwilling to do.
All the things that brings excitements to you.
I'm bored.
Many are quickly to say.
But when push for explanations.
You'll be surprised by the things folks say.
Life is about fulfillments.
Which many of us controls.
And boredom is a logic we accepts.
When we simply don't set goals.
Why be bored?
When life is a blessing.
Why be bored?
When life is a treasure.
Measure by the things we accomplish,
To know all its wonders.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 10:53 PM UTC
After life
When
Soul
Segregates
From body
But
What happens
After that
Many are curious
Even me myself
Some say
Rebirth
Reincarnation
Or some say
Soul waits for
Fulfillments of
Desires
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
None was an accident
Neither re any a fortuitous being.
Thy Father,
The potter,
He planned and made it all
For his purpose
All for a purpose
Nothing in your life is arbitrary
but on d contrary
Selfish act against him
Will bring nothing
Absolutely nothing
But a disastrous end
For you re shaped
And made
For a purpose
And you re saved
Only to serve Him
You're on an assignment
An important mission
That must not be neglected
It is for His mission
A great ambition
Therefore, never settle for your own impulsive desire
Nor for irrelevance,
But strive and work
Towards eternal fulfillments
Settle for d BETTER LIFE
and not d GOOD LIFE
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
Lies kills or destroy.
Lie separate families and couples.
Where lie is present peace is upsent .
If lie make a promise is always a promise without fulfillments.
False love bring a false partner.
False prophets gives a false visions.
Lie become their life cycle.
Everything based on lie grow with lie.
Being punished become a jacket of peace that cover lies .
But lies always live the jacket and find the way out.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
I don't even know who I was even meant to be
The only part of me they know is what they have seen
Help me, I can't figure it out
I'm desperate, I don't even know what my life is about
I'm trying to describe it but I don't know how
How will I explain to my kids about the future now
What have I done?
Who have I even become??
I can't keep lying to myself
I can't keep pretending
Because who I really am
Is on who I'm depending
All these fulfillments
And all these "distractions"
But still feeling empty
As if there were a hole in my heart
And it's tearing me apart...
Am I suppose to accept who I've become?
Or try to find that young innocent me
And discover where I am from??
I'm tired of all of it
I'm just ready to give up |
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC