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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a cemetery, a boy is holding a lurking flower he carved his father's face on his palm. He waited for the mouth of the grave to open so he could use a basket to gather his tears. He crossed many oceans to get there where his father was buried after the bullets from the Haram penetrated into him. Home seek you boy! the grave seek your absence boy! holding rivers between your fingers is the passport to explore into darkness. your mother seek your smile... Do you know home escaped through the side of your mouth? We received the fold of asylumic rain in realms retracing images in the street of pains. Holding on is a golden corral commitment It is not easy to be between two worlds a heaven and hell daring in one firmament. the symphonic drumbeats of the sea’s interminable fury, Stamping the inevitable apocalypse of time Whistling waters, whirling rivers, a skeletal of the oasis of pannacles. Do not ride headless horseman of the arouse night! Do not upset the snoring rituals of the dead.. The shore of this land is motherless Help swindle a wealth walk of thought home, A torrents of an asylum thoughts wailing west, do not be a patriot-pirate holding grudges. thump your pulsing eardrums back home, Don't allow this madness rise tide pods in stockades. In this watery slumbers below us, roll up your mat, the sun has set for freedom, Father tattered house breeds no evil again. ©John Chizoba Vincent # The_Boy_Hero
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