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From the Darkness He molded the earth into a masterpiece where all could inhabit, all could live, created in His image we stood with no fear in our nakedness. The darkness that hides inside the darkness of the earth took
Some of us have it Most of us Wish we could just touch It for a second But few have any idea what it really Is or even how It’s formed that pulse You feel when want or desire so
Can you hear? Can you hear his footsteps? On the highway to light, From the alley of darkness? The sky is waving her hands, The ground is raising her sands, In the stormy wind of his entrance, As it’s one,
The times we live in…. Hungry urchins with big eyes.. Mugshots of them, liked by so many… No food tho’ in their sight, As they trudge along, for a miracle. It’s worth talking about, and long scoops. But then, it’s
It was like yesterday when the rain was failing and it never seems to stop when the sun was shining but it never seems to set. But today I was lift with the memory I thought things will continue to
My Africa A land of beauty and distinction A place where we have cultures and traditions A land of hope where the people are ingenious and Jocund Africa! The golden continent A place carved out of greatness A glimpse of
Where the tide line of reality and dreams appear We stand. Uncertainty and reassurance walking hand in hand. Enjoying the kisses of the salty breeze, at the same time feeding the wind it’s flavour. Unable to indulge in our creation.
Thou art light of heart- Radiance of soul That which has become perpetual in me Is the pleasure of thy embrace- All noble men taught to world thy reverence- We possess the most precious- Is nothing but thy joy- The
for self deception sulfur fumes incite mood swings soaring to clean the malice, reaper of gravity zero what was the price, of a tongue, mimicking the greatness? between birth and death, for survival of crotch, undressing the fear, terror inflicts
They say love is blind, love is fake, they say it’s a thin line between love and hate, some love is real, some love we make, some love is weak, some love is great, is love a feeling or just
The glory of this world may live on may live on the tales of valour may there be recitals of history may the greatness be talked of this is the land where I belong this is the land I was
“What is truth? said jesting pilate, and would not stay for an answer.” Bacon, my greetings I report, of his greatness though, he couldn’t be the cleanser” Man never understands and accepts the sense revealed to him beforehand, Experience, they
In the service of flesh new vision was perfecting a cult; silence was going home. It was not there freedom of defense for bread, but I must pay the price of hunger. The oblique afterthought compelled by nocturnal infidelity picks
You pass through the prism of the Time Thine life is a segment of it Amid the dense woods, elder bushes and high pines You constantly strive to exist Your feathers are odd among others – They’re lucent and white,
Ephemeral landscapes Anything for an ethereal escape. Through trodden lands come fatuous perceptions. As though materials fade behind the shadowy hem of night, Hasty winds succumb through numerous violations. Empty space here, concrete expressions of plight Downward facing valleys may
If I were to be born to you, point B… I’ll take my first breath and the sound you’ll hear will be a war cry. And I’ll be up on my feet before the cord is cut. I will slice,
My adorable academic sanctuary, My big citadel of intellectual prowess, where ignorance is consigned to an ossuary for the once inherent and nagging backwardness. Any who treads your academic trajectory is numbered with the doyen of enlightened ones. Your young
What is yet to come ? I only think about what is yet to come Yes I’ve created a platform but will I reach my aim I shall strive until I know that within me lives a dignified form I
Thou knowest my heart belongs to thee , That thine eyes should always see , Sleep in peace oh my love melt away in sweet dreamy land , like floating daisy in a pond , May thy vision be of
Are you the gentle breeze that, Wafting timidly o’er the arid lands, Bring with it the bounteous seeds Of life, scattering them far and wide Over barren plains and greying crags, Altering the countenance of what we Perceived originally to
Friendship is an oasis that is bound from the north by eternity’s wrinkle-free forehead, by life’s arid desert of mishaps from the south, by liberty that is in the hands of those who give it in order to have it
I lost my imagination in the modern customs of today I went to sleep one evening, awoke to a place where I just can’t stay Guile and avarice, greed, immorality and deceptive practice Melted tight with corruption, self-indulgence a twisted-knotted
*Read as Macloghin, with a g, not an f Angriness paves way to thought and it is me who is thinking, though I feel otherwise, and see whoever it was that god in that song, telling me to be clown’s
Blinded by religion the world is, Touched by holiness, everythings at ease. The parents of a girl of seven Got her a holy guide to make her reach heaven. His deeds and thoughts were said to be long, His greatness
I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me
My adorable academic sanctuary, my big citadel of intellectual prowess. Where ignorance is consigned to an ossuary for the once inherent and nagging backwardness. Any who treads your academic trajectory is numbered with the doyen of enlightened ones. Your young
She walks boldy with confidence. She walks awoken with consciousness. She walks with her head held high as she looks upon Her Father in the heavenly sky. As she walks by they get one glance into her eyes. Something that
we are the innocent we are the saved destined for greatness beyond the grave never seek self to please nor that in fantasy grasping for all honesty we fall short yet we press on through the rocky terrain of faith
I down my sorrow with pain that keeps bugging me again and again. just doesn’t ever leave me wants to hold onto my soul forever. Every time I think I win I start over again you see its clever. It
A scent of fresh glowing flowers graced the room Noting an expression of optimism on one’s face Swifted the day with an agile grace Having motioned by a thought Engulfed by confidence Incredible imagination running rampant Ideas tendered by success
Look into my eyes my Son and tell me what you see Speak softly into my ear and tell me what you saw Listen to what I say; it’s what you saw in my eyes and heard from my lips
Clouds thundered, rained and gone We wept together for our very own They were lamenting- for loss of ours Of orphans, helpless and old home The way my old man served the world Healed and helped, all is shown Love
A shimmer of light in the darkness of my thoughts, the rare moment that the grey skies clear away and I see my surroundings exactly how I should, these briefs moments serve as a testament for my survival, Bitter and
The sound of bugles dins louder at last, The cavalry must be approaching near, Thank God that here, no more did cannons blast, When seen from yonder banks as smoke would clear; And not a stir from all the dead
Tomorrow is a better day Tomorrow is a greater day, Tomorrow never dies It lives back with smiles!!! As I unfathom into the misery of others, misery of the world As I unransom with truth the silence of the broken,
Wane most delusions of own personal strife Pinched all trimmings with potential just rife Reverie broken barely day turned into a night Upon boarded journey time was now to alight Urge though nurtured yet life along moved Regrets now company
We are going to Dubai yeah yeah Everyone so excited hey hey The one who is not is me Why o why I hear you ask ‘Coz I have a question on my mind And it is quite a task
I guess the first real cuts were more than they needed to be the number of times I’d twirled the blade constructing stillborn balsa skeletons, stegosauri and plesiosaurs always amputating a rib or femur by accident, preferring to leave them
Slither into my skin, Draped in this night absorbing the mist, tasting my sweat and blood and painting your face in my wetness! While crossing the road to the sun You can’t leave my lusty fiddles kissing your bewitched lips…
It was just what i feel and no philosophy the enchanting moment was now on a page they told me to write in Rhyme couldn’t heed cause what rhyme did to my words – was bind Meandering words built the
You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You
The unwed moon rowing like a swan on blue lake after making love to silence. Dignified shadows walk on black beach gathering white heels. Only lunatics will sing in shapeless lines. Who cares for a sequence? The milk of love