In a perfect world.
She was scattered across different hearts because she could not be contained. To each heart she held dear she gave away something special,a piece of herself. To one she told about the people only she saw and knew,her creations she called them. To another she showed how the sides of her mouth twitched when her smiles were not genuine.And yet to another,she displayed the prism of her being. Each one different,yet, equally loved.........
...GET OVER IT
Over it I get, for I wanted to live!
My head I hold up, in stand to conquer and be alive
Behold I stand to stare fear in the face
I mumble grumble, think be the person I cannot replace
Beginning to heal thus the fear gasp in tame to survive.
Get over it! For we are birthed to live
Mental scourge in many heads of thou unspeak
we could finally breath, thus perfect is nobody's life
Not what calls you by 'em, but what you answer to in no panic
Normal is no man! Let not else's words define you to live.
Over it I get, for I wanted to live!
Struggles; I never let 'em become my facial identity
Tears, thoughts shackles in chain and I then hover they leave
Days in cuffs of night, growling in previse of calamity
Might static be dark; but sunny light it will receive.
Get over it! For we are birthed to live
Never not give in to stigma, brave be to choke...
Listen
" Listen or you'll lose it all, your ancestry, root, language and identity." — Mr I.A. Ajuzie
listen, please, all of you, for I won't speak twice !
like a beggar's bowl placed for money, give me your ears for this advice
I came to speak, for silence have eaten away our bones
listen to the hollow of the empty tin can, thus our insides moans
I came to tell you to have courage
even if those possessing it do not get acquainted with old age
but without enough of us dying, we'll come
into this world as slaves and leave in slavery's bosom
listen please and find your way home
you've being lost for too long in this catacomb
listen, it pains me that I write to you in another man's tongue
that you forget home is not just a place but it exists in language and songs sung
...Enthralled love
A beautiful damsel
clothed with pretty smile
stunning of a radiant skin
The voice Sprint a melodic sound
caught my her romantic arms,
beguiled by her comely eyes
then I knew it was an enthralled love.
Twisting and moving vigorously to the sound of burning desire,
was the warmth of the music of her bodily choir
Highly flammable like a fuel
changes of different subtle as of dual
In the tone of the mouth was an hissed
traped by her lips full of illusion kissed
It was a game of chess
Bunting in the heart page
...She wanted to stand strong...
She wanted to be alone
But was scared to be lonely
She wanted to talk...but choked
And when she pulled it out...?
It was her own voice.
She disgusted over herself for crying
She wanted to stand strong....
But it hurt really bad inside!
She laughed to herself...with eyes blind with tears...
As she realised her demons were better than people...
She once trusted.
*laughs out loudly while wiping away the tears*
...Acceptance
The ground is wet with mourning,
The ripest fruit is the saddest.
With so much grief and loneliness,
All they need is acceptance.
They roam around the street aimlessly,
Begging for food and alms.
Under the scorching sun,
All they need is acceptance.
They stood out each morning,
Watching the school children.
Education was like a mission impossible,
All they need is acceptance.
In a confined home doused in fear of error,
They imagined the love of a mother.
They wished, they longed to have one,
All they need is acceptance.
If someone adopts them, they would be painted
In beautiful colours of joy.
In a gallery of care and love,
All they need is acceptance.
...
I Will Not Lament The Cold
I will not lament the cold
It's embrace, biting and mighty
A long drawn sigh from the Giant's mouth
Begins a tale so loved and so old
Her mind was innocent, whimsical and young
When the story took life with the old Giant's tongue
A little stone house, it's path guarded with snow
With a little creek frozen over, not an ebb, nor a floe
Yet a heart of heavy iron did reside in his chest
With darkened, old memories He did long to forget
Those tired, warm eyes cried cold, frozen tears
When that biting, mighty frost came through
That to his only beloved son laid rest
The Train yard
On somber winds,
Flow's a distant moan.
The train yard rumbles,
And the engines grown.
I hear the workers call.
A Voice bellowed tone.
The words crisp.
Rings All aboard.
Steel clash!
Rails creak!
A symphony strong!
The engines reap!
The trains depart.
Follow winds decree.
The time has come.
For me to drift to sleep.
Echos of a melody
A simple boy who chased true love.
Greeting all who passed me by, with a courteous smile or hello, goodbye.
I think of those who have come my way, the ones for a time who chose to stay.
I'm reminded how my heart would beat, then echo its silence, when they flee.
A lonely melody in the space between
I now wonder who I would have been, if that first beat I did not give.
Would I still be a simple man,
Or remain this shell for a hollow sound?
Appreciation
No one ever appreciates the beautiful thing in life until the thunderstorm hits
That’s when they pray for better days and for the storm to go away forever
by then it’s to late to take back what was already washed away by storm
No one ever appreciates the beautiful things in life until the sun shines to bright
That’s when they pray for the clouds to cover what they aren’t ready to face
by then they can’t find the way to the shadows because they never took the time to buy sunglasses