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Kelvin Harold Poem
As we elope with our faith into the avenue of death,
And looking at our fellow comrades for the very last time.
Where our fears becomes our trail to faith.
We erupt an anger that was not meant to be and stealing every thought that can issue in the rage that was in a cage.
At that moment even the brave knows he has a grave.
Our greatest fear becomes the element of surprise .
When we hear the gun-shots out thoughts be-guile our anxiety into a comer of fear.
We now fight not because of the war but to survive in the war.
We feel that we are fair men when we give justice while forming ashes.
But we are crippled in the arrogance of our ignorance feeling that for every blood spilled and tears that tilled the earth makes our quest fulfilled.
We loose focus because there are certain kills that makes us humble.
Because our brains and minds becomes the avenue of roaming thoughts and images of the victory of tears we created.
My eyes twinkles in grumbling of the sites I beheld and paves way for the tears I despise but yet resides in me.
The joy of every soldier is to win wars and come back home alive.
But in the ambient of our joy comes the tears of our loss.
As we celebrate, we depreciate in agony and tears of wishes of our fellow comrades.
At the end we get medals for killing our own soul.
But to the duke of time I rest my unfulfilled soul to be humbled in tears while I grumble in silence.
Copyright © Kelvin Harold | Year Posted 2011
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Kelvin Harold Poem
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
Copyright © Kelvin Harold | Year Posted 2011
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Kelvin Harold Poem
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
Copyright © Kelvin Harold | Year Posted 2011
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Kelvin Harold Poem
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
Copyright © Kelvin Harold | Year Posted 2011
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Kelvin Harold Poem
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
Copyright © Kelvin Harold | Year Posted 2011
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Kelvin Harold Poem
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
Copyright © Kelvin Harold | Year Posted 2011
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Kelvin Harold Poem
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
Copyright © Kelvin Harold | Year Posted 2011
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Kelvin Harold Poem
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
Copyright © Kelvin Harold | Year Posted 2011
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Kelvin Harold Poem
IN OTHER WORDS, I CAME TO YOU
NOT OF MY OWN WILL
BUT TO EVERYONE WHO CONCEIVED MY BELIEFS.
TAKE NO GLOOM TO MY DECEIT
DEEP IS MY INTENT, YET NOT FOR EVERYONE
THE VAIL OF MY BEAUTY RESIDES IN THE REALITY OF MY TRUTH
"YET SO FEW"
CURDLED IN THE WEB OF MY DECEPTION IS THE TWIST OF MY TRUTH
FOR MY FAULTS ARE NONE YET SO VISIBLE
TO THE ONE WHO IS OUTSPOKEN DRIPS MY VIRTUE IN FILT.
MY WORDS HAVE NO REDEMPTION, YET THEY MADE NO PROMISE.
Copyright © Kelvin Harold | Year Posted 2021
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Kelvin Harold Poem
As the dawn crowns its work with the Sun,
The night shift awaits to take its sit with the Galaxy
As I unveil my eyes to the endless space of the Earth
The colour that has no odour bribes my eyes,
In courtesy I beheld its figure.
Wow!!! The word my speech triggered out
Such a beauty my eyes beheld
As the moon declared its presence known to the sky
Even the stars lost there fame, and all I could see
was the beauty in "YELLOW" the moon is pregnant with
You are a wonder to ponder among Colours.
Copyright © Kelvin Harold | Year Posted 2021
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