"ritualist" poems
Bad as the sight of hell,
Possessing Lucifer's piercing horns and smell,
The abadacabra's of life,
Putting into pieces like the sharp edges of a knife,
Sincere hopes of the mother getting shattered,
The winner is the devil,
Such instances are evil
Ritualist a times sacrifice their unborn children through miscarriage ,
The struggle of getting a perfect companion in my tender life is like playing against Millwall ,
It has always hit a stubborn wall,
Results are always futile,no marriage ,
From time to time there has been a miscarriage,
I am now on a personal recess and relegation,
As I watch the movie of a successful delegation,
Want to know where I went wrong, through revelation,
Though certain it will take long, another miscarriage.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
Deflowered Kingdom
Heaven shall bestow them the crown of thorns,
You politically addicts and dream killers,
Fire from Zambia and abyss shall rain your pathways,
You lawbreakers and certified nursed rulers.
See, darkness covers the earth and its admirers,
See, twilight seem the midday to idol worshippers,
A mere breath is a heavy fright to a ritualist,
As the cloud above shall rain bees on the ******
Since, ASO-ROCK also rock adulterers and prostitutes,
Why won't witched sorcerers wear socks,
How can a nation that award the brutes...
Not adopt immorality instead of development lucks.
Our kingdom fainting in choked recession,
Our high gates of unity; wealth of blood,
Can a country be born in days of blood?
Have i not loss enough ink for my nation.
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
>> 04/07/2017
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Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
no ideas
in between the breaks.
no mirrors
on my wooden wall.
no happiness
in your smile
no love
that i know you give to mine.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 8:32 PM UTC