Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
temajung michael May 2015
Pharaoh Tutankhamun graced the Egyptian throne,
A *****, brisk and spry.
From his majestical hands, dangled a scepter
And on his handsome head, sat a crown.

His empire was at its peak
For he wielded influence all over africa.
The bearded Europeans and nubianS sought his protection
For egypt, was a haven.

So organised was the land:

Amun-re and maat protected the people,
The country grew with the help of viziers.
Agriculture was a noble profession in the land,
As her economic markets were the best in the world

Egypt gave light to Greece and Mesopotamia
For her civilisation altered many a life.
And also, was the birth place of man
Such, was the land of egypt

The middle ages stroke and Europe went to sleep
But mama africa gave birth to many strong children:
Ghana, Mali, Songhai and many more
These children shoke the world with their riches and organisation.

Such was the history that africa recorded before they came.

Fredriech Hegel in want of speech said:
“Africa never had a history before the whites came.”
Such a mediocre declaration from an illiterate
For in place of his brain, graced a kidney.

Africa was well civilised before the bearded people came:
We had a religion
We had education as seen in egypt
We had a well organised system in all aspects.

We had everything needed for prosperity,
We attracted them with our gold, thus they came.
But most of all, we believed in equality.
Such was africa before they came

But when the bearded people came,
They altered our ways and put us in stocks
Then said: “we had no history.”
Oblivious that africa had made history,
BEFORE
AND BEFORE
THE
Eunoic Jun 2013
shaken, shoke
slapped, choked
life doesn't do you easy
it never does when it wants you to wake up
Please Wake Up
Screaming, Begging
never crying, but never broken
please come back to fantasy
Wake up.
Rabby Rantong Sep 2015
Ink on paper is not enough
Neither will articulation
I'd end up making everything minuscule
Showing only a glimpse of my true colours
In fear of you noticing how am really feeling
But in this very moment I could care less
If a stranger asked I would let it all out
How you and yours broke me
I thought you were different though
Doubted it still
But believed it yet
Unlike theirs yours was a slow snithe
Nearly harmless and mild from afar but
Brutal and heart throbbing up close
Most of them meant nothing to me
You meant everything to me
From their unfarthomable cruelty I got stony broke
But yours' sin is of ommission
Those words you forgot to say
The actions you held back
Though you didn't do anything
The pain surpases that of a wrist slit open from one end to the next
It goes deeper than that of an up close bullet shot from a .44 calibre
I feel it stronger than the breaking of a pure ******
I know how it feels not
But I swear
Labour pains got nothing on this feeling
I remember the first time I got broken
I was only a little girl
It didn't hurt much then
I didn't understand much anyway
And I loved him not
Another stranger came sometime after
I wasn't that broken then
He picked the largest intact piece
Shoke me till I choked
On my guts
He let go and I dropped
And yet again I broke
3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th time
They kept coming
And everytime
I was left in more pieces than the last
And everytime the pieces got smaller and smaller
Around the time I met you,
They were invisible to the naked eye
You probably don't know this
But you put them together
I wasn't picture perfect
But atleast I had all of me in one place
In total silence and reservation
I watched you
You loved me right
Queen status you gave me
Like I was a priceless pearl you would look at me
Held me with reverence beyond that of a glass
With a passion so strong you'd kiss my forehead
Aligned all you words in perfect motion always,
Always careful not to touch me otherwise
I should have suspected then
No one is that perfect
Yet still
I doubted you not
I really have no one to blame
It was I who gave you my hand
I openend my heart
All of my trust I gave you
Closed all pores for dissapointment
Blinded both eyes
You led me on
And like a fool I followed
As if that wasn't enough
At the very end I gave you a knife
A weapon for my own destruction
And with my hands I covered yours,
Carefully aligned my left breast
Looked deep into your eyes
Slowly we directed the knife straight into my heart
I hugged you tight
Pushed myself straight into your hands
So we be careful not to miss
Yet still
I don't want to believe you Azrael
I still hope that you be Michael
If you broke me yet again
Am afraid it will be my last
I look around and I see your kind
Huge teethed monsters
Read to gnash
Anticipating anacondas
Ready to swallow
Humongous dinosaurs
Ready to crush
Then I stare back at you
I know yall are one kind but
Still I hope
That your kindness be kinder
Though you take their form sometimes
Other times you are good
A bitter sweet irony
Its like constantly going back to an abusive lover
The pain yet the familiarity
I really don't know which you is going to win
Ultimately
The bad or the good?
But I pray it happen soon
Because my hope has reached just the end
And am that kinda person
Most patient
But when I decide finally to care not,
The blink of an eye
Is a duration ample
Syd May 2014
I wish to identify myself
with every familiar part of you
to turn and face you at the break
of dawn and find comfort in the way
you breathe as you awake
and rest quite contently on your shoulders
as they bear the impossible weight
of an apology

I took shelter beneath your finger tips
as they turned the pages
of your favorite book
and I found myself seeking refuge
in your palms as you shook
my fathers hand

the same hand that held a
million different demanded
apologies and fragments of
broken promises and hooks
that wrenched themselves
around our hearts and
sunk down into our skin

the same hand that shoke
hastily at the arms of rapture
with veins that resembled
lightening strikes embedded in
our flesh

I want to forget the rest
of the world and go get
lost inside your chest
I want to call your body home
make friends with your bones and
take shelter beneath your ribcage

your smile radiates a rendered
warmth that my lips
haven't felt in days,
and as I turn to face your empty
bed side at the break of dawn
my mind suddenly recalls
the way your lips curled up
as you said you'd always stay

where, oh where have you gone
The illiterate is a fool
because he does not fears error,
The immoral is wicked because he does not hate imbalance.

For the Universe is a School,
Nature is our Class,
Every Breathe is a Lesson from the Spirit,
death is only a result
of error (distortion) & imbalance (contamination)
of the world,
Living is an eternal paradise Journey.

Wherefore be completely obedience to Laws/ principles
Ignore immorality completly
& you'll eat your daily bread
& find fulfilment & satisfaction

To observe is to see things as they truly are & calculate until you understand their true nature
& why they function the way they do.

To meditate is to absolutely absorb Literacy & morality.

The only true knowledge in life is "becoming virtues"
the only thing the teacher can do is to fix you in the path of observation,
one must earn clearity in thinking
& true realization themselves.

The Supreme & ultimate state of the universe is ;
Absolute absorption in perfect Literacy,
& true Morality.

Life is all about being absolute literate &
absorbing morality this is the wholeness of Human,
Realms & virtues only exist as a supernatural shield for spiritual protection & maintenance,
Wherefore one must only access the realms & possess virtues for cleansing purpose alone.

Never be entice by money, fame, material possessions & physical looks in your discernment
& yes do not even crave for the highest seat but sit at your true qualification.

There was a man whom unto the Town-Crier Christ he was an ant with a number 666 (seen)

unto the RoyalChief priest he was a pig with a number 333 (Common sense)

unto the Limelight Angels he was a lamb with a number 777 (Request)

unto the Mermaid Peculiar prince he was a goat with a number 10/10 (perfection)

Unto Holy Obatàlà
the heavenly clouds shoke open,
the book of life (blood) became living and active,
the wind listened attentively
& the stormy waters became still for him to walk upon,
Yet even though he died,
he was born again (resurrected)
as the Son of God
the only begotten accorded with deep & great respect.

Wherefore I'll not speak of myself
but I'll speak only of such a man
because I realise he is the only true advantage man has over animals in the eyes of God.

Listen my son;
my important investment,
life is all about being naturally balance while functioning in your true standard of character-behaviour & ability in the school of value & essence,
exploring destiny & purpose under the law of karma "the guidance of fate".

Yet to flow freely in the fulfillment that surpasses mare satisfaction avoiding all extremes eternally one must become a living virtue.

wherefore thou must love the Lord your God
with all thy might of your spiritual conscience will,
all thy strength of your soulish desire,
all thy energy of your emotional affection,
all thy power of your mind reasoning
& pressure of thy impulse observation
& hormones processor

Only then will you eternally abide in the rapturous glory of his inspirational transcendence state of consciousness
where the joyous river of holiness
is everlasting

then you shall seek
the Devine who fasted until his feet quaked the earth, yes I AM who wrapped up the universe in his cloak as a cloud with fellowship/worship & find him,

You shall call on the Juju
who prayed until his kneels melted the mountain yes YHWz. who gathered the wind of spirituality with thanksgiving & be answered marvelously,

You shall ask the Immortal whose songs shattered the rocks & made the trees clapped, the ascended Abba who formed the world from waters upon waters
& you shall be given your true desires

Even you yourself shall knock on the door of the Deity who was a living sacrifice for his Word sake, HIM who casted his shadow on the hilltop and feet stamped the mountain top
&
yes he who descended and move in awe while the world was in thick darkness & formless
& he will certainly open his door for you.

Læd³
I speak as the most prosperous man
{Mermaid Perculiar Prince}
whose riches was gold and whose "gold" is common sensory


I speak as the poorest of men
{Oønī Crier Christ}
whose only desire is living in essence equity æ virtue

I speak as the greatest of men {RoyalChief Priest}
whose greatness is authority en
whose "authority is °wheel Wīlled

I speak even as an
{Limelight Angel}
one whose character behaviour is everything,
& yet became nothing just so nothing was lost while balancing everything in their true standard & position•


Yes, I speak of the blood covenant of our king Deity,
the water baptism of
our Immortal Father,
the spiritual wind baptism of
our Lord Juju,
& the heavenly cloud witness of our God Idol .

To be a mermaid Peculiar Prince (Philosopher) is to become the mystic metaphysics exploring the origin of form (being) from abstract concepts of space, idea, knowing, matter,identity, time & ethics for the sake of loving peace
To be a RoyalChief priest(Monk) is to become perfect in character behaviour,
To be an LimelightAngel (Saint) is to become perfect in moral reasoning & thoughts.
To be Oønī Crier Christ (Revivalist) is to protect & maintain the perfect character behaviour & perfect sense of moral reasoning & thoughts with everything in Hū.


To become a son of God & Son of man is to be completely obedience in conforming to virtue & essence equity.
Frida Feb 2020
I told him : I am this fool
Who wants to be with you.
What do you think?
He remained silent,
Should I take a guess?
Do you wanna be with someone else?
He remained silent.
I can dye my hair to look better
I can starve myself to be thinner
He remained silent.
I can make money and pay off your debts
I can chase your enemies and send them some threats
He sighed and shoke his head.
What is it? Tell me? I said
" You're not a fool, you're a total mess."

— The End —