It's become life's way
Yet it's made its way
To the back.
It's grown stronger
Than I've grown
That my present is my past.
It's become bigger
Than just memories
Because-
The laughter we shared
Has become the tune of my smile...
The moments of pulchritude
Still make me glow in my sleep.
But-
The little girl in me
Still sees her bed
As a dungeon lair
Where the monster glares...
The kitchen walls
In the new house
Look like those
In the old house
Where daddy knocked momma...
The thought of the first kiss
That made butterflies
Dance in my tummy
Makes the bees
Sting my heart.
The promises
That you'll never leave me
Still echo in my ears
But only as history-
The bittersweet thoughts
Of going back in time
Cross my mind
As I'm a reflection
of pastime hell- and paradise.
Friday, August 21, 2015
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
BLACK IN WHITE
He... Is handsome.
He is tall,
Has hurricane eyes
And smiles like he means to stop your heart.
He wears a sharp black suit, And a well polished shoe With expensive perfume Or as you like him: He is a BAD boy... He's a SMOOTH CRIMINAL Who loves LIBERIAN GIRLS And Jacks Sons From their homes But hey... It's HUMAN NATURE! He speaks with a sweet tongue And you love What comes out of him- Though to him, Halloween is a way of life For he's always- ALWAYS trying on a costume But his favorite Is your favorite...: He sags his pants, Leaks his lips, Doesn't stand still, Looks from left to right, And left again... You love what you see And seem like you'll never Let him go For he looks just like Zion: The promised land- Oh sorry... The promised man! To him, with you, It's like a blind date with Lizards, No emotions attached For he knows not love But lust! He finds your sin... Sexy! He's turned on like a switch By your disobedience! He makes you forget your God And if you do not Serve the God that is RIGHT, He is the only God that's LEFT! And you're left with messes To clean up alone For your dream guy delights In your sorrow and failure, Because your tears... Tickle him- He is the black dressed in white. He loves to see you weak, For your weakness Is his strength And when you're not with God He doesn't even have to compete; You unknowingly serve him, And for your information; He hates you! He despises you- But he will do anything to have you Even if it takes him Dressing up in flesh and blood So in the end... None of you wins!
It is a tie, and your soul is tied
In the undying flames of hell...
But there's been a glitch in his plans; Grace- I call it. 2000 years ago, A saviour was sent to save you But he sent his To persecute him And after his death, He rejoiced that he was Taking over the sublime royal head wreath Of leadership of the world, Only to find Him in hell Battling for you, Winning for you... Resurrecting for you... And you're no longer a slave Bound to satan's chains! You're a son, a daughter Of the free woman For she gave birth to you Through a covenant.
So to hell with death,
To hell with hell,
To hell... With black in white.
Friday, April 3, 2015
Weya Viatora
They say it's okay to post whatever on your blog. After all, it's mine, isn't it?
"For me, music fits in every moment; boredom, nervosity, misery, ecstasy, name it..." she says.
Listen to her songs on https://soundcloud.com/weya-viatora
You won't regret.
Anyhoo, I feel like posting about Weya Viatora. If you know Weya Viatora, you also know she has an amazing talent of singing. Well, I think she does.
She is dark-skinned, not so tall, speaks fast but makes sure you understand every part of her speech and has the most inviting smile I've ever seen. Briefly, she's beautiful.
"For me, music fits in every moment; boredom, nervosity, misery, ecstasy, name it..." she says.
Listen to her songs on https://soundcloud.com/weya-viatora
You won't regret.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Sweet pains.
I will cry and never stop,
I’ll get hurt and go for it again,
I will face pain and call it sweet;
Only if it is my sweet pain…
I will feel your first move,
I will see you
Only as a foetus,
I will cry
At the sight
Of the creation in me.
Your life in me
Will make me nauseous,
Your kicks
Will make me smile,
Your position
Will worry me,
But your existence
Will always be priceless…
I will cry and never stop,
I’ll get hurt and go for it again,
I will face pain and call it sweet;
Only if it is my sweet pain…
I will await you
For nine months,
Carrying you around
With me in my womb
‘til you’re grown enough
To fit into my hands…
I will pray & fast for you,
Asking
The Timer of the timeless
For a sign that I’ll be okay,
That the sacrifices I’ll be making
Will be worth it.
I will cry and never stop,
I’ll get hurt and go for it again,
I will face pain and call it sweet;
Only if it is my sweet pain…
I will cry
For as long as it will take,
Laying on that bed
In such sweet pain,
Waiting for my offspring;
My gift from God,
The one He entrusted me with.
And
I will finally hold you
In my hands,
After enduring sweet pains,
I will rejoice
In your first cry,
I will dance
At the rhythm
Of your heartbeat,
I will rest
In the feeling of your presence.
I will cry and never stop,
I’ll get hurt and go for it again,
I will face pain and call it sweet;
Only if it is my sweet pain…
I will know
When you are hungry,
I will feed you
With food from my breast,
I will wash you
With my very hands-
And as you’ll grow everyday,
I’ll thank The Almighty
For such a blessing in my life,
And the sweet pain
That was worth it.
I’ll get hurt and go for it again,
I will face pain and call it sweet;
Only if it is my sweet pain…
I will feel your first move,
I will see you
Only as a foetus,
I will cry
At the sight
Of the creation in me.
Your life in me
Will make me nauseous,
Your kicks
Will make me smile,
Your position
Will worry me,
But your existence
Will always be priceless…
I will cry and never stop,
I’ll get hurt and go for it again,
I will face pain and call it sweet;
Only if it is my sweet pain…
I will await you
For nine months,
Carrying you around
With me in my womb
‘til you’re grown enough
To fit into my hands…
I will pray & fast for you,
Asking
The Timer of the timeless
For a sign that I’ll be okay,
That the sacrifices I’ll be making
Will be worth it.
I will cry and never stop,
I’ll get hurt and go for it again,
I will face pain and call it sweet;
Only if it is my sweet pain…
I will cry
For as long as it will take,
Laying on that bed
In such sweet pain,
Waiting for my offspring;
My gift from God,
The one He entrusted me with.
And
I will finally hold you
In my hands,
After enduring sweet pains,
I will rejoice
In your first cry,
I will dance
At the rhythm
Of your heartbeat,
I will rest
In the feeling of your presence.
I will cry and never stop,
I’ll get hurt and go for it again,
I will face pain and call it sweet;
Only if it is my sweet pain…
I will know
When you are hungry,
I will feed you
With food from my breast,
I will wash you
With my very hands-
And as you’ll grow everyday,
I’ll thank The Almighty
For such a blessing in my life,
And the sweet pain
That was worth it.
Monday, January 26, 2015
Beauty Is Dead
Children cry,
Mothers mourn,
Oldsters languish...
Man kills woman,
Girl kills boy,
Stranger kills stranger,
Mother kills Child,
Child kills sibling,
Beauty is dead!
Snails hide in their shells,
Lions feed on plants,
Antelopes feed on lions,
Kangaroos crawl...
Sun grows dark,
Moon stops shining,
Stars disappear...
Love goes unnoticed,
Goodness goes uncherished,
Hatred rules the world,
Beauty is dead...
Let the earth rotate backwards,
Let the wind blow downwards,
Let the soil vomit seeds,
Let the ground deny sand
Beauty is dead...
Let the nights grow bitter,
Let the days grow fiery,
Let righteousness grow weary,
Let integrity grow faint,
Let the world grow old,
Beauty is dead...
Let Christian deny Christ,
Let Muslim deny Mohammed,
Let Atheist deny emptiness...
Let the tree reject its roots,
Let the stem reject its branch,
Let the branch reject leaves,
Let the leaves reject their veins,
Beauty is dead...
Let the body despise its bones,
Let the bones despise the marrow,
Let the blood despise its platelets,..
let the soul be dark,
And the spirit be gone
For beauty is dead...
Wail; for beauty is dead!
Lament; for beauty is dead!
Grieve; for beauty is dead-
And ugliness...
Has taken its toll.
Mothers mourn,
Oldsters languish...
Man kills woman,
Girl kills boy,
Stranger kills stranger,
Mother kills Child,
Child kills sibling,
Beauty is dead!
Snails hide in their shells,
Lions feed on plants,
Antelopes feed on lions,
Kangaroos crawl...
Sun grows dark,
Moon stops shining,
Stars disappear...
Love goes unnoticed,
Goodness goes uncherished,
Hatred rules the world,
Beauty is dead...
Let the earth rotate backwards,
Let the wind blow downwards,
Let the soil vomit seeds,
Let the ground deny sand
Beauty is dead...
Let the nights grow bitter,
Let the days grow fiery,
Let righteousness grow weary,
Let integrity grow faint,
Let the world grow old,
Beauty is dead...
Let Christian deny Christ,
Let Muslim deny Mohammed,
Let Atheist deny emptiness...
Let the tree reject its roots,
Let the stem reject its branch,
Let the branch reject leaves,
Let the leaves reject their veins,
Beauty is dead...
Let the body despise its bones,
Let the bones despise the marrow,
Let the blood despise its platelets,..
let the soul be dark,
And the spirit be gone
For beauty is dead...
Wail; for beauty is dead!
Lament; for beauty is dead!
Grieve; for beauty is dead-
And ugliness...
Has taken its toll.
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