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Saturday 20 December 2014

THE SEASON MOOD



Jumping the croaky zenith tree
A bird of white swaying free
The carcass of bone scattered to see
The midst of harmattan the fairy winter sea
A season coloured with red-white eve
Being new born not to that of Adam and Eve
But the birth of whom could calm the sea

Wednesday 29 October 2014

THE WINTER LOVER






Let not the moon be our fans
As it only makes friend not much in winter
When hands are freeze
To seek a companion

Then the moon shall be lonely
We shall play with thought
Forgetting about being holy
Freely and hidden from sight
 

THE MESSENGER




Oh! You  messenger
Who stings without our knowledge
You portray your invisible to wickedness
In revenge for you being cast into darkness

You Omnipresence messenger
Full of pride and control
Eager for power on our planet
As you are being defeated from yours

You creator of short route to hade
Making the face of our lovely one’s fade
You strike most of those with no hope of paradise
Making their years on earth paralyze

You autocratic leader
Wishing to control every aspect of power
You did control most of our desire
Acting to be our messiah
As you never did make our emotion steady

You Omnipresence messenger
Shall your Omnipresence save you on that day?
When your face shall be uprooted to light
Not in light, but the short route to hade
In you shall dwell
With our lovely one’s with no hope of paradise.