Everything changes.
Our lives change,
our face change,
our bodies change.
The firmament and
the cloud changes.
The environment changes
due to the
tear and wear,
our houses and
homes change.
The weather changes.
We change our
minds and plans.
Opinions changes,
so is our
relationships.
Our purpose and
preriorities changes.
Even our moods changes.
Our gait changes.
Our eyes change
to reveal our
innermost thoughts.
Our physic changes
as we grow
into maturity
Things changed
about us.
All that we
do is just
nothing but change.
Even the universe
changes for our good.
The season changes
to summer,
fall,
autumn,
winter,
and spring.
And here,
we have monsoon,
and harmattan seasons,
that is the rainy
and dry seasons.
All changes are
welcome.
They are needed.
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When you need
just five minutes
of peace.
Just listen to
your heart beats,
they tell you
that you are
still alive.
Listen to
yourself instead
of the world
and your problems,
if you just
want to peace
out a bit.
Why are chickens
so much more
than brain birds.
Chickens,
like many
other animals,
are resplendently
different from
one another.
They can be
therapy birds,
worried mothers,
helpful friends,
impressive memorizers.
The clear capsule
start dissolving
as soon as
it is immersed
in a quiet
pool water.
So are your
problems dissolves
in thin air
when you let
them go.
Cease to worry
about those things,
they are like
ants that crawls
all over you
when you make
a softened butter
creamed with sugar
and paste on your
skin as cream.
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Our nation is
a living organism.
Alive with biochemical
pulsating cells.
Apoptosis,
a cell death
of our nation
are set and
already unwittingly
programmed.
Takes a
multicellular effect
if not checked.
Cell changes and
death is eminent.
Changes includes
blebbing,
cell shrinkage,
nuclear fragmentation,
chromatin condensation,
chromosomal
DNA fragmentation,
and global mRNA.
Apoptosis ,
a falling off occurs.
Our nation is
threatened and going
through same
process as above.
Our acts must
be put together.
There is a
suffocating,
crippling misery,
and destitution.
We are desperately
sliding both into
chaos and despondency.
We must get
out of this
cloud of frustration,
with a profound
physical presence of
sour people grieving
daily,
Don't let them
become too rotten
to infect everyone.
It may be
contagious.
All ships must
sail in one direction,
Or very soon
we all go down.
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Someone is playing
in the rain.
And another is
crying in the rain.
The other is
just doing crazy
stuff in the
same rain.
But I'm the
only one getting
off my rocker.
Something is
cooking and it's
very disturbing.
Are you thinking
what I'm thinking.
Who is going
to talk or explain
about this strange
rain of today.
Fish falling
from the sky
is definitely strange.
Can someone tell
me what is
inside the ***
of the sorcerers
that is causing
this havoc and
commotion or
was it nature's
benevolence at
play.
But i just can't tell.
It's so beautiful
and yet disruptive,
creating happy-sad
euphoria and i
vehemently
disapprove of it.
The same game
as this one
was not allowed
yesterday to continue.
Yesterday it was
frog and maybe
another time
it maybe aliens.
But the children
are happy and
having the fun
of their lives.
Unperturbed by
this strange
happenings all around.
But we shall
wait and see.
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There is definitely
different shades
of green.
Beautiful and
colorful.
It reminds one
of healing.
The green in
the summer.
The lush green
vegetation,
let us see
the strong life.
Like the mingle
and merging
of the chameleon
on a greenish
vegetation.
It's colour change
made it disappear.
The dodging is
so magical,
wonderful and
amazingly thrilling.
Nothing like it
is ever seen.
Nature at its finest.
So captivating and
breathtaking.
How did that
happen,
i really can't tell.
Wishing i can
disappear like that
for a moment
into the oblivion,
just to know
what lies beyond
the other sphere.
The realm of
the unknown will
then become known.
That which is
not revealed yet
will then be
made manifest.
Some day the
night will suddenly
turn into day
and all those
creepy night crawlers
will be seen.
Remember nothing
soever is hidden,
absolutely nothing.
All will come
to light in due time.
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What have you
done with the
ability and strength
and talents in
your care.
What did you do
with the space
and another chance
given to change
and redeem yourself.
The black hawk
hovered above in
the blue sky.
Reminding us
how to hover with
tenacity over the
things we do.
With determination
we press forward
to the mark
set before us.
Through dedication
we hunt down
and focus on
our target and
heartfelt desire.
Without eyes we
can't see anything.
To enjoy everything,
we must be
truly committed with
love.
Observant to the core.
We reach out
to the sky
because we want
to touch the moon.
We touch each
others life with
what we do
because we are
the builders.
Life come and go,
the future is
not long.
Time went by,
like the silent
years old.
We gracefully aged
with wrinkles as
the years quietly
and quickly visits,
to take us away.
What did you do
today with your
time and aloneness
with your family.
Are you still
playing the blame
game dear.
It's time to stop.
Every leaf that
grows will tell you:
what you sow
will bear fruit.
Therefore my friend,
sow nothing but Love.
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He didn’t know
what it meant
to be a
son until he
became a father
of a son
who doesn't know
how to be
a true son.
A son who
acts like a
stranger in his
own home and
not comfortable
in his own skin.
Prodigal son
regrettably.
Prideful and
stubbornness are
wrapped up in him.
Messed up with
drugs and alcohol
and women.
A thief and
a bisexual young
man so lost
in the wildernesses
of life.
Without help he
will be consumed.
An only son.
Always away
from home,
a hobo seeking
for something
he doesn't know
or understand.
He doesn't even
know that
the sun has
set for him.
Said he didn't
want to inherit
the ignorance
of the father,
because he doesn't
want to follow
a decent path
to earn a living.
Doesn't want to
be counselled
or educated in
the rudiments of life.
He seems to
forget that
a man cannot
have a son
before his father.
He wished the
son is smart
enough to see
how dumb he is.
Still loves him
so very much
but it breaks
his heart to
see what the
son is doing
to himself.
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Her love is
like a purple
folded depression.
Influenced by the
purple bewitched.
In a marvelous
mood of a
haunted soul.
Darkened by
the influence of
a magical force.
To put fear
in the heart
of the oppressed.
A multiple
personality she is.
A disorder of
a confused one.
So scary and
as mad as
a wild dog,
she screamed.
Influenced by
the new and
full moon.
Indulging in their
magical circle,
the talking drum
beckons her,
she dances to
the rhythm of
their passage rites
to bring their
ritual to an end.
She collapsed and
recovered from the
delirious hypnotic dream,
wondering what
just happened.
She didn't even
remember a **** thing.
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How magnificent and
majestical the greatest
cathedral of all times
stood over 840 years,
hovering over France
with protective pride.
Towering as if
you want to
touch heaven.
Your beauty so
divine and beautiful.
Kings and Queens
and nobles of old
have sat within
your chambers.
With solemn calmness
you enfold the
worshipers with bliss.
None could resist
your beauty to
bring you harm,
only but now
by the hands of
the unknown ungodly
sadist who has
no fear of
truth and God.
You stood the
test of time
to tell us the
stories of old,
whisperings into our
ears the secrets
of the ancients.
You witnessed the
most horrendous
and countless wars,
yet they could
not bring you down,
even the ****.
Angels are weeping
for your glory is lost.
The heart of
the people of France
and the world are
broken to see how
low and degrading
they brought you.
Your cross stood
majestically as you
burn down refusing
to give up with ease.
Your beauty and
glory is eternally
etched in our hearts.
You will always
be remembered.
Notre Dame,
the Lord God
who dwelled within
your chambers
will not forget.
He saw your
fragile heart and
your helplessness  
as you burn.
But never mind,
he will definitely
do something.
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I'm still here
standing in front
of the woman
i love wondering
if she's still
openly defending the
****** celebrity she's
never met before.
Whether she's
texting more
than one guy.
Wondering how many
of these guys
drinking and laughing
here she's
secretly seeing.
As she goes
to the ladies
bathroom to refresh,
does someone slip
some hidden note to
her for another
meeting with a guy.
Is she two timing.
Are my being played.
I really don't
know what is the
matter with me.
My heart is
so full and
my head are
spinning from these
nonsensical infestation
of nasty thoughts.
Just wondering
what this
is all about.
I needed you
to want me
as your very
own as much
as I want you.
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A solemn peep
into the crack
beyond this realm
is not that
complex but it
ushers the best
into your
consciousness.
Trust the beauty
within
your own Universe,
not everyone
has the same
magical tapestry
of stars,
mystically aligned
to keep you company.
Athena is patiently
waiting for you
to pay attention
so you can
learn your new lesson.
Thoughts are electric,
feelings are magnetic.
Together they create
electromagnetic field
that attracts all
things to you.
Detach yourself
from frivolities
so your ego
will not stand
in your way
to cause your
weakness and
unhappiness.
Inner strength is
given to only
those whose sole
desire is to
conquer themselves.
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This flitting time,
does it actually
really exist
at all as
we know it.
Time is an illusion.
It keeps moving,
without waiting for
anyone.
It is a
respecter of none.
This time used
it's power of
cunning craftiness
and deceived me
because i couldn't
cope with it's
illusory speed,
no one could.
I feel so defeated.
I can't catch up
with this illusion
of time magic.  
The past,present
and the future,
all exists at once
now at this moment.
Depending on
where you are
in your
consciousness.
You can be
anywhere in a
twinkle of a
moment with your
eyes closed.
Traveling to other
places takes you
to other different
time zones,
ahead of you
or still behind.
That place which
you have have been,
now is already
in the past.
Whatever plans you
conceive in your
mind or think
to do now is
in your future.
The things already
done are in
your past and
these can also
be remembered or
momentarily forgotten.
There is only
one absolute present.
The illusion of time
are crafted by
our memories.
This time travels
moves me as
fast as light.
But i live in
the present moment.
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There is definitely
different shades
of green.
Beautiful and
colorful.
It reminds one
of healing.
The green in
the summer.
The lush green
vegetation,
let us see
the strong life.
Like the mingle
and merging
of the chameleon
on a greenish
vegetation.
It's colour change
made it disappear.
The dodging is
so magical,
wonderful and
amazingly thrilling.
Nothing like it
is ever seen.
Nature at its finest.
So captivating and
breathtaking.
How did that
happen,
i really can't tell.
Wishing i can
disappear like that
for a moment
into the oblivion,
just to know
what lies beyond
the other sphere.
The realm of
the unknown will
then become known.
That which is
not revealed yet
will then be
made manifest.
Some day the
night will suddenly
turn into day
and all those
creepy night crawlers
will be seen.
Remember nothing
soever is hidden,
absolutely nothing.
All will come
to light in due time.
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Is this Deja Vu,
seems so strange
but so familiar.
With an uncanny
feeling like it
has happened before.
Is this just
a glimpse into
the past.
Seemed so weird,
with a feeling
so wired.
Like those
mornings when
the sun shines
so brightly but
the dark still
looms in the corner,
when gloom like
an umbrella hovered
and towered overhead,
like the cobwebs
that scattered
over the ceiling
of an abandoned
old hut,
guilt hung over
the feelings.
The head looks
down in shame,
disgraced as if
the face is
really messed up
with excreta.
I patiently watched
as they tried
so hard to
redeem themselves.
But nature was
so adamant to
respond favorably,
for their past
crimes are irredeemable.
Karma now knocks
on the door.
The reaper is
harvesting his wages.
He is not
looking at faces,
neither is he
a respecter of
class and status.
What they sowed,
they now reap.
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Royalty and
princely.
Rivalry and love.
Humility and
humbleness.
Fruitfulness and
productivity.
Beautiful beginnings
and achievements.
Countless glory,
rise and fall.
Fear and
bravery.
Apprehension
and failure.
That's the story
of my greatness.
All manifest itself
in my life.
Today i stand
in that place
where yesterday
when i contemplate
the dark periods,
my eyes could
scarcely see.
Humbled by
long suffering,
with my back bent.
I summoned
the inner strength
to conquer the
insurmountable
harrowing and
painful experiences
which my mouth
could never express,
or even explain,
that infested my life.
It was not
all that rosy.
But today,
I'm still here,
I'm still right
here standing.
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Without a good
game master plan,
you can't win
the game in
the world of
actuality and
competition.
Just as the lion
is the king
of the forest,
so is the
eagle the king
of birds.
If you live
with regrets
of yesterday.
You will have
no today to
be thankful for.
A vision without
execution is a
dream that can
die within.
May we all
bring our dreams
into reality.
Light is contained
and always hidden
within the darkness.
It takes a
little bit of
darkness to see
the glitter of
the stars.
Even in the
brightness of
the daylight,
the stars are
always there.
All true gems
are hidden within
the depths of
darkness.
It takes certain
light to make
it shine.
Never mind,
there is always
light in the tunnel.
Your gem
shines within.
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As the gathering
of penguins by
the ocean side,
pestering the fishes
and fending for
themselves,
but also unwittingly
exposed as a
prey for others.
So are the
oppressors among
the people ravaging
and causing havoc
without knowing
they too exposed
themselves as a
mark to be
targeted when the
time is ripe.
The seagull calls,
warned of serious
impending danger.
But none listens,
for deafness is
one of their
many failings.
Among the creatures
of the earth,
man is the
only one so
very destructive.
So oppressive to
each other and
trying to see
how far he
can get with
his ability to
dare to do.
Not knowing that,
him too will
be in distress
and so devastated
and disadvantaged.
Would he had
known all of these,
none of these
countless dis-ease
would visit to
ravage him.
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A solemn peep
into the crack
beyond this realm
is not that
complex but it
ushers the best
into your
consciousness.
Trust the beauty
within
your own Universe,
not everyone
has the same
magical tapestry
of stars,
mystically aligned
to keep you company.
Athena is patiently
waiting for you
to pay attention
so you can
learn your new lesson.
Thoughts are electric,
feelings are magnetic.
Together they create
electromagnetic field
that attracts all
things to you.
Detach yourself
from frivolities
so your ego
will not stand
in your way
to cause your
weakness and
unhappiness.
Inner strength is
given to only
those whose sole
desire is to
conquer themselves.
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There is a
reach of grassland
in the distance.
Here everything happens,
just for you.
Each moment the
glorious treasures
in the universe
reassures the heart
of the promise
of each day.
Together with all
creatures of the
earth breathes,
same air and
drinks same water,
as life giving force.
What a beautiful
sequence of love
in sharing.
We become food
for each other
Give and take
sustained us.
Out of Eden,
man tilled the ground,
toiled for food,
sweats in his garden.
Outside of Eden,
man struggles
to survive.
Our health failed,
none eats right.
Death is upon us,
for there is
no peace,
man made wars
ravaged the cities,
age of reason,
eludes man.
But now,
man must recover
the paradise lost.
Back to Eden
we must go,
to restore the
lost glory,
for man now
lives in a
faulty state.
The whole system
is deplorable and
apparently appalling.
To rebuild the
failed relationship of
pure and divine
love once again,
man must toil
once again to
recover Eden,
for this paradise
is not lost
after all.
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I want you
to love me loudly,
but no,
am not insecure
if you really
want to know.
Show yourself,
let me see
your heart.
Announce me
to the world.
But i learned
not to force anything,
conversations,
friendships,
relationships
attention,
and love.
Anything forced is
not just worth
fighting for,
whatever flows flows,
whatever crashes crashes.
It is what it is.
If you have
to leave anytime,
that is your choice
but letting you
walk away,
that will be
my choice.
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Listen,
and be warned,
you that is
full of drama
and doubts ravaging
your sense of self.
How can you be,
when you cannot
find your true
self within you.
You can never
discover outside
yourself all that
which is
not within you.
Everything you
are required to
have is inside you.
If the things
important have no
value to you,
how then can
you find the
beauty outside
of you.
Gems are buried
within you.
You are the
mine that has
never been explored.
You are like
a fertile ground
not cultivated.
All your potentials
are hidden within.
Know your value
and your beauty
and your essence.
Appreciate all of
whatever you are.
Know yourself,
your world and
your God.
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Get up and
step out of
the mud in
a hole without
ever dyeing.
Licking the soup
and dining with
the ***** devil,
not that sinner
the demon is
like fire in
a hole.
Your demise
means nothing
when you
die unworthily.  
You have no
place among
the dead.
The prisoner in
******* in a
hole needs to
get out before
the fire starts
burning in the hole.
When deafness
is not among
your many failings.
It's not your
fault and not
your problem
for you can't
change anything
but to allow
the natural cycle
to run its course.
Earthquakes and
cyclones even tempests
are all temporary
but with a
devastating impact.
Everything is like that.
We shed what
is not necessary
and needed and
reshuffle our existence
through wars
where people die
yet allowing others
to still live.
It's just like that.
Take it.
Most of the
stupidiotic things
we have said
and done
are unnecessary.
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Beyond this
gate of death
is another life
quite unknown.
Beyond everything
that we do
or acquired,
there is no
longer true heartfelt
desired satisfaction
when the goal
is reached.
Out of all
our painful struggles
disturbing thoughts and
concerns with
sleepless nights,
nothing is really
gained but memories
that will soon
disappear and
remembered no more.
Is it really
truly worth it,
the many greedy
things that made
you think that
your brothers and
relatives and friends
were your enemies
because you wanted
what doesn't
belong to you,
something you will
probably never see
again and will finally
leave behind and
sold out by
the ones you
tried to please.
All my ancestors
prowess and victories,
and lands left
behind are sold out
and no longer valid
and valued.
Should I really
continue in my
struggles to amass
the things that
will someday in
the near future
be discarded.
What now are
the essence of
all these struggles
that has induced
health challenges.
Is it not
better and beneficial
to invest more
within my spirit
where the true
treasures are built.
All what I've
acquired has turned
around against me,
to destroyed me
without having the
chance to enjoy it.
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Dream of flowers,
and magic of the
chandler light,
full of love and
and vitality,
caused by early
morning dew.
Charmed the heart
to prepare for
the evening pomp.
Feelings of warm
cozy embrace,
in spring evening.
Waiting for dinner
to be served.
Tonight is one
of many of
those unforgettable
beautiful moments.
Smiles and giggles,
mixed with the
clinks of wine glasses.
Soft music allures
the heart to
amorous mood.
Lovely special
evening outing,
never to forget.
Looks like I'm
charmed tonight.
But I'm liking it.
So come along,
let's explore this
charming evening
together.
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In the vast
strange funny world,
guess who i
met with.
The stars and
the clouds,
they were
following me
around everywhere
and anywhere,
as if spying
on me and
at the same
time guiding me.
I am the
imperfect stranger
and i just
wondered how
much i'm loved
by this power
stronger than me.
My vulnerability
they sense from afar.
With my follies,
how come
i'm still standing,
without being
struck down by
their wrath.
I must be
important that
they are indeed
mindful of me.
Peeping through
the shadows
of the trees,
they all listen
to the silence
of my thoughts.
Even the tree
i leaned on
whispers into
my ears the
things i should do.
All warning me
that i have go
because of the
dark hours
coming soon.
When the night
creatures come
out to hunt.
Forbid it i
should become food
for the one
stronger than me.
I sauntered away
towards the safety
of my home.
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There is poetry
in nature.
The way you
breath is poetry.
Meandering of the
river is poetry.
There's poetry
in rainfall.
The songs of
the wind is poetry.
The harsh anger
of the cyclone
is poetry.
There's poetry in
a child's laughter.
The piecing eyes
and the toothless
grin of a
child and the
elderly is poetry.
Poetry is written
everywhere,
even in glistering
star in the
galaxy.
Beauty is poetry,
and the ugliness
of discarded things
are poetry too.
There's poetry
hidden everywhere
you look.
The art of
cooking is poetry.
The heart expresses
itself in poetry.
Love is poetry.
Life itself is
poetry written in
the sand of time.
There's poetry
everywhere and in
everything,
if only you
can look.
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Husky whispers
of her voice
resounding with
the echoes
of the cave.
She sounded so
close but yet
so faraway.
The whisk of
her scent
i caught.
Moving down
the lane quickly
to find her.
The breeze
blowing to bring
her scent to
my senses.
She smells
of jasmine and
of lilac.
Whiffed like a
hunting dog
i hurried faster
to get her.
Confident of
my steps on
the narrow path,
i steadied my
self on the
willow tree.
Bracing myself,
i ran down
the ***** towards
the west end
of the valley
where she lay
down as if sleeping,
i picked her up
not minding the
wet velvet red
gown on her.
She may be royal
because of the
golden bracelet and
the signet gold ring
on her finger.
A sigh of
relief she muttered
as she held
so tightly
onto my shoulders.
And up
i went towards
the hills to
get her home.
As the trickling
rain shower woke
the sleeping beauty.
Quietly she opened
a beautiful yet
veiled face and
peeped at me
for the first time
through the dark wet
hair that stuck
on her face.
With a subtle smile
on her face,
she gazed up
at me and
her lips moved,
she whispered softly,
as she says,
thank you.
And that is enough.
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There goes the
terrible and
wicked ones.
Everything about
them is toxic.
Their words are
like needles and
pins piercing
the heart.
It is like
the deadly sharp
poisoned sword
of the assassin.
Like the betrayal
of a brother
so well loved.
It's like a
sour wine filled
with the venom
of the rattle snake.
It is worrisome
to be close
to them in
the dark for
they cannot be
fully trusted.
A danger and
a menace even
to the sucklings.
They don't care
who they trampled
on to climb
up the ladder.
Knowing them is
like the pain
of a broken rib.
Worse than a
man running from
the lion to
rest on a
tree and still
be biting by
a  snake.
Mere hearing of
their name makes
the heart sick.
The faint hearted
pukes as they
perceived their body
odour even from
a distance.
Terrible things happens
to the ones
who don't step
out of their way.
Terrorising the
territory and people
is their way
of life.
Afflicting pain on
others brings
joy to them.
Boiled and barbecued
roasted human flesh
is their delicacies.
Human blood is
their wine.
Misery got company
is their true
identity,
the name of
the demon is
their surname.
Danger is stamped
on their foreheads.
With fire in
their eyes,
they devour the
innocent.
Wickedness is
wrought and wrapped
up in them.
The universe has
rejected and spew
them out.
Even the hades
and hell will
not accept or
accommodate them.
They are the ******.
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I'm like
a diamond,
shining with
the brightness
of a glittering star,
a rare gem.
Pick me up,
I'm interesting
to know.
If you feel
I'm so *****,
clean me up,
so I can dazzle
and glitter
just for you.
I'm a valuable
possession you
can treasure.
I am Priceless.
I may not
look like what
you have and
always want but
believe me
i am worth it.
Even my droppings
are truly delicious
like the dumplings.
Believe me
when i say,
you can never
regret my
refreshments,
they will satisfy
your inner hunger
and quench your
perched throat
of thirst.
Don't throw away
the ***** water
with the baby.
Rinse the baby
of dirt and
polish this *****
diamond to shine.
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Wait with me,
in silence for
the first time
under the
pear tree,
so the sun
will go down.
Walk with me,
even if you
don't want to,
I'd like to
show you the
beauty of
the night.
Sit with me
awhile to share
the thoughts and
the dreams of
my heart.
Sing with me
this new song,
to comfort and
bring solace and
soothe the
broken hearted.
Dance with me
tonight to drive
away this heartache
for the moment.
Hug me for
just this moment,
so i can hide
inside your
heart beats.
Pray with me
a little bit,
even if you
don't know how.
Let's laugh
out so loud
even if you
don't feel like,
it will make
you feel better.
Let's just hang out
and hold each other,
it will make
a difference.
Let's just smooch
and kiss
for a while,
and feel the
breathlessness as
our heart pounds
together in the
dance of love,
it's better than
arguing over nothing. ®
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The things you
see are not
exactly the
way they are.
You are far
away from the
hustle and bustle
of the world,
let the heart back
to the memory
of the deepest.
You can feel
it's heat in
far away places
and look at
the flames
around it as if
to melt you.
If u don't heal
what hurts you,
you will bleed
on people who
didn't cut you.
There are so
many beautiful things
inside the ocean
creating beauty if
you can view it.
Beautiful sunrise is
the moment when
everything is about
to put on color.
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Man is like
a pebble flowing
on the sea.
Without knowing
whither it goes,
but though not lost.
Like a pinch
of salt in
an ocean that
satisfied not
the water.
Like a long
breathe of air
that can't stay
or contained
in the lungs
for long
but easily dissipates.
Life is
like a dream,
and like a
beautiful song that
suddenly ends.
Again how can
anyone know destiny,
who can stop
the sea change.
No one can
surely go back
to yesterday.
Don't know if
I'm sleeping
or awake.
I still don't
know if the
life I'm living
while awake and
the one i
live while asleep,
which one is real.
Because most
of the things
I've seen and
encountered
while awake is
like nightmares.
Horrendous experiences
occur while awake.
Maybe life is
much better when
you sleep.
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How can I
shelter myself
from the madness
of this world.
I live really
quietly here
in this place.
No noise
but calmness from
the silence and
stillness of the forest.
I am happy.
Here I have
everything I need.
There are
abundance of
various fruits,
herbs to take
care of my health,
water unpolluted.
It's time to
spend time
with myself,
enjoy the serenity
of the spirit,
give myself time
to relax and feel
the subtle energy
of love within
and all around me.
Never really bother
about anything,
and allow my
consciousness to attune
to my spirit
when it's ready.
Take a long
walk alone at
beach and around
nature.
Just enjoy the
calmness of the moment.
But inwardly listen
with effortless effort
to the rhythm
and heart beat
of the ecosystem,
the forest and
the circles in nature.
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Those who
have encountered
the fury of
nature's spirit
when messed with
will testify to
the wrath of
it's actions.
Unforgiving it may
seem but it's
law of justice
is strikingly strict.
When you
encounter the
volcano or have
a stand off
with cyclone or
a rub off
with an earthquake
or even the tempest,
or a visit by
the tsunami or
even watch
from a distance,
you will understand
without much
explanation
about the fury
of nature's spirit.
You will assume
for a moment
that God has
no love for you.
But within that
unimaginably
unbearable
catastrophe is
so much love hidden.
He will still
show mercy.
His kindness,
he extends.
His benevolence
still comforts.
He unwittingly
forces others
to reach out
to help and relate.
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It's not in me,
neither is it
in your configuration
and make up
to live in
another's skin.
In poise,
you cannot stand
for me.
You definitely,
cannot breathe
for me,
or think for me.
It baffles me,
how you
suddenly became,
the director
of my life,
when you can't
manage yourself.
I will have
to decline
your offer,
and say no
to you.
My path is mine
and mine alone.
Let me discover
it's valley's and
creeks and fountains.
Allow me to
follow this ancient
path to climb
my mountain.
Everyone must follow
their own path
to this ancient
ancestral territory.
The soul in
your tabernacle must
go through the
rigours alone.
It must be
purified by this
sacred fire burning
in my soul to
be pure.
Don't interfere with
the divine helpful
abilities to ennoble
me to become.
I am always
becoming that thing,
which I am.
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From my eyes,
you will see
the way my
heart feels
for you and
how much i
miss you.
There,
the tears of
love freely flows
like the stream
down my cheeks.
My face stained
of tears,
tells the tale of
how much all
these made
me feel.
From my shaky
strained voice,
you already
knew how much
I've cried.
But you'll never
see how my
heart really hurts.
The pain of
the brokenness is
what keeps
my heart awake
at night.
The thoughts of
you kills my joy
and rob me
of peaceful sleep.
This restlessness
makes me feel
like drinking tequila
tonight.
But I'll wait
awhile to see
if the humming birds
will bring the
news of you
in the morning.
This moment,
the road is
still empty of the
sight of you
as I watch.
Even now i
can't see the
dust on the road
rising to tell
me that you
are close by.
I will just
sit out here
tonight and watch
the moon and
count the stars
until the morning
greets me with
the songs of
the birds.
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Like the one
submerged in the
cool river after
a long day
to cool off
and calm down,
so is the
harassed heart
soaked in bliss
after a quiet
time and aloneness
with the divine.
Refreshment of the
whole being relieves
the harsh burden
of the heart.
It regenerates the
soul in need
of solace.
Nothing can bring
succor to comfort
a heart in
distress than a
touch of love.
A heart filled
with joyful tenderness
can heal the
sorest wound,
and illuminate the
darkest places.
Even the underwater
cave rejoices in
it's tiniest flicker
of flame.
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Today i sat,
on a hedge,
watching the river
as it flows
down happily and
singing joyfully
to itself,
meandering quietly
unperturbed by
my presence.
With pride yet
ever so humble,
not threatening,
but with a
warning to be
mindful of what
i do next,
for i could die,
if I'm careless,
or live if
I'm careful.
As i watch
the river flow,
it dawned on me
that everyone and
all things with
everything are temporal.
Nothing that the
river picked up
on its way
was still,
all was constantly
carried and moving
along towards
the part of
their destiny,
not knowing where
the end will be.
You can see
their powerlessness
with no resistance
but with gladness
surrendered themselves.
Struggles are not
allowed but to
yield to nature,
for we command
nature only by
obeying her.
Everything in life
is temporary.
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Your embrace is
warm but
why do i
feel cold as
if I'm in
the Antarctica.
I'm so close
to you yet
feel so far away,
as if closer
to the moon
and the stars.
Stop walking
all over me
with your
***** feet,
i am not
a ladder for
you to climb
to your greatness.
Stop directing
my life,
you are not
the one beating
the drum of
the music I dance.
Stop talking
too loud,
so I can hear
the one talking within.
Stop blocking
my view,
so I can see
the beauty and
wonders of nature.
Move back
a little bit
from my
personal space,
you are standing
too close
for comfort,
i can't breathe.
Let's stand together,
maybe you can
see the glory
of his creations,
and believe.
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You darkness,
can you see
the light approach.
It's glittering
glowing glory
outshines your
gloomy face.
The darkness
softly creeping
into my space.
Forgot your seeds
on the bedside
while I'm sleeping.
The inner light
from the other
side of the galaxy
will shine through
to shift your
presence away.
Now i know
you are weak,
your darkness
cannot stand
the light,
even the flicker
makes you
disappear.
Moments ago,
you threatened
for a while
but gave up
your grip
as the glorious
light shines forth.
You can never
plant your seed
in my soul
for the brightness
of it's incandescence
will choke it.
Hidden by the
corners of our
brightness and hope,
there is darkness.
Even within the
depths of our
hopelessness and
darkness there
is always light
within waiting
to shine forth.
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Just this moment.
Not another day.
Probably not tomorrow.
Just now and
quickly too.
You don't
have much
time to wait.
Don't have the
time to check time.
Rush out
with great force
like the waterfalls,
crashing down
as if to
break into pieces,
then quietly collected
itself and meanders
slowly into the stream,
minding itself.
Whatever will be,
will not be,
if you just
sit down there
and be waiting.
What you are
looking for is
also seeking you.
Choose to follow
the path
of your destiny.
The clouds can't
be trusted,
they are not
the stars hidden
within it,
it is constantly
on the move,
like the ocean,
not stable.
Always changing
with the wind.
Follow the way
of the heart,
it beats with
precise rhythm,
it's accuracy and
precision perfect
but be always
mindful with your
head in check
of the heart,
or the world war in
Normandy will be
a child's play,
if you don't
get it right.
To be in
a wrong relationship
is the closest
you'll get to
an earthquake.
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It can be
a part of
what you enjoy
doing at will.
You are happy
with the fragrance
of their life.
The flowers of
the African orchard.
Magnificent and exotic,
beautiful and graceful,
inviting and lovely,
they adorn majestically
our surroundings
here and there,
without moving,
ready to sacrifice,
and lay down their
lives for you.
In your admiration
of their loveliness
you exhibited your
weakness and ignorance,
harvesting their lives
for merchandise.
In your cruelty,
you forcefully use
and waste their
fragrance without
any remorse.
Not minding the
pain they feel
as you cut
off their parts
for your happiness.
As they endured
your barbaric gesture
for centuries,
you called it love.
You didn't know
they feel the
pain too as
they screamed out
in Kirlian distress test.
Who will ever
listen to their
cry and help them.
As you squished
and mashed to
squeeze out their
oils and fragrances
to enrich yourselves,
without reparations.
How does that
make you feel.
No sympathy or
empathy for them.
Yet you claim
to love and
have feelings.
Be careful of
what you enjoy
doing else you
will be judged
by nature.
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Call of
the spirit,
i heed.
Be alone,
alone be.
Don't let
my experience
be a
diabolical delusion
or dream
but adjectamenta
of your
richer graces.
Lowness and
debauchment be
far away
from me.
No debasement,
no debauchery
to engulf
my being.
Changed and
transformed,
is my
heart desire.
To be transmogrified,
the ultimate goal.
Grace received,
bliss to be.
Nothing more,
but beautiful life.
Love eternal.
Spirit divine,
shine forth.
You who
dwell between
the cherubim.
Eternal peace,
you give.
My heart,
at rest.
Grateful forever.
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What is so
complicated in
these things
that were
supposed to
be so simple
and beautiful.
Besides their
tremendous
simplicity is a
very vital part
of what you
want to be.
Immense profound
untapped energy
have a lot of
perplexing imprint
on our psych.
It brings back
memories of what
is inside of us.
We just need
to push harder
to manifest the
hidden gem within.
But our body
after it's travesty
needs fixing and
much cleaning.
The stratagem system
of the blood
looming will fog
up your being.
That's just part
of the mess
we inherited.
Thoughts formed must
help to rebuild
the body system
for deeper vacuum
of the debris left,
so bliss can
finally return.
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Don't hold me
responsible for the
rainfall tonight,
it comes to
reveal how much
i hurt and
the way my
tears flows because
of my brokenness.
I am really
a fool being
the way i am.
For the rain
and the darkness
of the night
makes it impossible
to reach you.
I am still
standing at the
corner with the
thunderstorm in
the rain waiting
for you while
you stood
under the shade
of a tree
kissing another.
Do I blame
the rain for
coming down or
my heart for
foolishness or
you for not
loving me.
Should i blame
the thunderstorm
because i didn't
win her heart.
But there,
also standing in
the rain stranded,
is someone
calling out to me,
a stranger.
Maybe love has
finally arrived.
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Stories as told
by the eyes
are numerous.
In your eyes,
are written hidden
memories of the
tales that have
to be told.
History are made
from the story
by what the
eyes have seen
in moments over
the times.
The eyes stole
my words and
i'm speechless.
My mouth is
dumbfounded and
cannot be fully
persuaded to express
all the things that
eyes have seen.
The stories the
eyes have told
are amazing.
Beautiful as it is,
it captures and
keep records of
all that confronts
its vision and view.
It penetrates everywhere
not opaque in nature,
visits the still
and the movable.
Like a movie,
translate and transcribe
into words whatsoever
it envisioned.
The eyes are
the windows to
the soul and
sees beyond the ordinary.
It awakens emotions
from deep slumber
to confess the
hidden crimes of
the soul.
Alive and ever
moving,
it tells the
tales of the
unbelievable occurrences.
The mind sees
through the eyes
before utterance can
be made by the mouth.
Whatever the eyes
sees is indelibly
impressed in the
mind.
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In my silence
i heard the
murmur and the
heart beats of
your heart like
the ocean waves
whispering subtly
so softly in
the ears of
my heart the
words of love
that abounds
in your heart.
I waited patiently
to hear all
the tales your
soul can reveal.
I know the
loneliness you
feel within
when the love
is not reciprocated
and the heart
refused to
be comforted.
But worry not
about it,
the stream,
even the waterfalls
will always find
it's own path
to the sea.
You know not
that the ocean
calls out to
it's own,
all the waters
will find their
way back home
to it's source.
In your silent
walk to find
love,
that which you
seek is also
looking for you.
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Deep love
like deep rain
receives its strength
like deep breaths
from deep feelings
from deep emotions
from deep heart
pounding like
deep drum beats
calling the deep
to answer the
deep making deep
impressions upon the
deep canvas of
life's threshold
to bring comfort
and solace to
our being.
With deep
happy thoughts
deep memories
are made.
Deep within ourselves
hopes are rekindled
so deeply.
With deep love
the greater light
are subtly ignited.
From the depth
of our being
deeper than the
oblivious abyss,
from the world
that surpass hope
and fear comes
deep courage,
with wings to
make us fly.
Deeply to delightful
high we know
deeper that the
higher than the
highest watches
even deeply
our oppression from
the very beginning.
Our hearts in
deep solemn silence
offers deep gratitude
to the bliss received.
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Most things beautiful
fades with time.
Charm is deceptive,
beauty is vain
and not skin deep.
All is vainglory
and are temporal.
Beauty is like
the green leaves
at autumn season
that changed
their colors and
fall away.
Illusions of the
optical eyes are
actually like magic
in which things
are not what
they seem.
Objectify their form
and you will
see their difference
in appearance.
Nothing less and
nothing much can
be deduced out
of all their
shenanigans.
Behind the eyes,
hidden beneath
a wrinkled face
lies the beauty of
a beautiful soul.
In that subtle
solemn smile,
hidden in the
quietness of his
silence is the
true treasure of a
time tested wisdom
of the mystery
of his nature.
There is nothing
so passionately
exquisite than
an encounter with
a beautiful soul
with a mysterious
alluring smile that
revealed his
gracefulness.
Heaven is within
that soul,
touched by the
afflatus of the
spirit drawn from
the cosmic.
Never have i
seen anyone or
anything so magnificent
as a soul
touched by heaven.
Such is the
heart full of
love divine,
infused by the
hieros gamos,
the sacred marriage,
that makes mortals
into deities and,
possessors of heaven
and earth.
They are almost
equals to Angels.
Always doing good.
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The mountain top
is wrapped in mist,
so cloudy that
i can't see.
Right there,
there is dense
fog dripping water,
out of nowhere.
Whenever my
heart hurts,
my head aches,
my soul mourns
and cries out in
sobs and groans.
Moaning softly like
a child whose
fingers were smashed,
all the body aches.
My eyes cries too,
my face suffers
with salty tears
dropping down to
my mouth,
even as it
drools with saliva,
my nose dripping
with slimy stuff
to warn of
how much
i hurt inside.
My heart misses you,
I miss you.
Close your eyes
so that your soul
can see through
the heart to
know how much
you mean to me.
Even in daylight
the heart can
still be surrounded
by darkness as
it is broken.
But you can
now know that
even the fallen
leaves are the
most beautiful,
they will always
blend in synergy
with the sand to
form the manure
for yet another
beautiful beginning
to sprout a seed
for the growth
of every plant
that gradually grows
into an Iroko tree.
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