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If Love Were Enough

If Gratitude were enough, 
I’d fill the oceans with mine for having you
If laughter were enough,
I’d make you laugh till your last breath,
Just so I can hear that beautiful sound for eternity

If dancing was enough,
I’d waltz and foxtrot with you till your feet hurt
If tenderness was enough,
I’d then spend the rest of the day massaging those feet
Just so I can take the aching away

If life were enough,
I’d trade mine for yours in a heartbeat
Just so you can live to fulfil all your heart’s desires,
As all I want for you is your never-ending joy,
Your gentleness, coyness, kindness
And if love were enough,
I’d love you in and out of time,
As I love you from this day onwards,
I will love you beyond my final breath

I LOVE YOU…

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A Black Woman's Love

Hear the loud deafening cries of a black woman
A woman once silenced by pain unknown to every man
I was stuck in a mansfield yielding contaminated crop and weeds
Weeds from a seed fertile with deception and greed
Planted by his divided heart of more want than need
 
I loved him with every fibre, muscle and bone cartilage
But even that could not save me from this fatal carnage
I was caught in the eye of a storm of love
A love never meant to be yet fit so perfectly like a glove
My soul took it all in with no inhibitions or measures
The promises turned to lies of mere guilty pleasures
I experienced the agony of watching a lover love another
My voiceless heart shattered in agony like no other
 
But I stood still in the midst of rolling sea billows
Now I have become renewed like freshly growing willows
I’ve silenced my cry and my tears have run dry
Although my love for him may never die,
I can move on and still try
Knowing inside that a black woman’s love,
Though sometimes it may hurt and cry,
Like deep blue running waters, it will never run dry…

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Love Renewed

With every breathe I take
With every step I make
With every beat of my heart
Even in times when we are apart
My love for you is renewed

As fresh as the morning dew
In every sunrise made anew
With every sad tear that falls
Whenever your deep voice calls
My love for you is renewed

In times of famine and war
Even when it all seems to be going wrong
With every sweet uttered word
And even in a separated world
My love for you is renewed

With every moment of laughter shared
With every gentle affection displayed
Even when I say I cant no more
No matter what we are fighting for
My love for you is renewed

With every Mount Everest we climb
With every secret valleys that bind
With every thunder rumbling
With every rose petal crumbling
My love for you is renewed

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He Is Music,Music Is Him

Confidence,a radiant aura that defines him 
Even whilst holding dear Jes playing a tune on a whim 
It exudes and transcends his playing flaws until- 
All you can hear turns symphonic like Beethoven 
And his candidness,with each string,becomes proven 

Laudable,is his love and passion for music 
A true love of a jealous kind covering up like a tunic 
Rare as a four leaf clover,a gift from God that makes- 
The sound of his voice melt any frozen heart 
And bring harmony and laughter to a world torn apart 

Illustrious,like the great Achilles born to Thetis and Peleus 
His percussive skills reflect the nature of his muse 
Bringing unique blends of sound to greats like Hamilton- 
Even Lira and Victor can testify to his idiosyncrasy 
That which makes his sound distinguished and classy 

Fastidious,a trait that echoes in his work and mannerism 
'By the blood' is evidently a show of this perfectionism 
Though he carries his talent in a humble manner- 
He expresses himself with great felicity 
Not forgetting that grand touch of simplicity 

Fearless,he valiantly navigates his gift in a foreign land 
Grabbing opportunities whilst gaining the upper hand 
Though fearsome he may be when faced with commitment- 
Love abides in him,he strives to achieve the dream 
Knowing within that he is music,and music is him...

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Fresh Air

In my somnolence,
I dream of a world that only exists in my deepest thoughts.
A world where the firmament
stretches far beyond in its majestic blue colour
A world where even the air is pure and immaculate,
So pure that it gives you fortitude just by breathing it in.
A secret world known only to me.
That rejuvenates every cell and fibre in my body with every breathe i take-
eliminating all unwanted pollutants of doubt, shame and fear.

Foul winds may blow from time to time,
but nothing shakes or breaks-
all stays firmly rooted in its place.
though fortitude it brings,
powerlessness also comes-a-knocking.
Powerlessness brought about by reality-
NO AIR IS EVER FRESH AIR

As melancholic as it may be,
my dream will not cease to exist.
day after day it becomes more vivid
and draw closer to reality until...one day...
A dream it will be no more!
Finally, i open my eyes,
gaze up into the sky, and realize with contentment and gratitude
that the air, though not entirely fresh,
is still my air, my dream and my DESTINY....

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The Dream Lives

I looked in the distance and saw it
That closed door leading to the unknown
In my somnolence I walked towards it
Slowly but surely to be reborn
 
I stood before the door contemplating
Like a Pandora’s Box it seemed to be
Whatever is behind it was indeed waiting
To be released from mystery in order to be
 
The door knob slowly and slowly it turns
Click! The lock has become unlocked
Wonder, excitement and anxiety churns
Curious forces push and all is unblocked
 
I peered and stepped in towards it
That Acacia tree with branches widespread
From all corners of Motherland they stood beneath it
Laughing and smiling exchanging fellowship bread
 
I joined them beneath this splendid Acacia tree
For three years it became my comfort
For three years its leaves sheltered me
For three years its wisdom and knowledge I got
 
Now as I step away from its shade
And receive with open arms its fruits
I open my eyes with awe then gaze
The dream surely lives and forever it shall be

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Teardrops Singing On My Notepad

Sing oh Hummingbird Sing
Sing that beautiful love song so melodiously
The song that made him promise to love her endlessly
And made her fall in love with him hopelessly
He whispered, so luring, the words uttered so softly and sweetly
She listened, so believable, she trusted him, no inhibitions, so gullibly
A freefall, so powerless, she let herself slip undeniably and unwillingly
Until all she heard was the beautiful love song
The song which saw teardrops of joy trickling ever so gently
 
Sing oh Celine Dion Sing
Sing that “Because you loved me” song so sweetly
The song that reassured her of his promise firmly
And swept away all the hurtful moments from her past swiftly
He declared, “never will you hurt again as long as I’m here” so powerfully
She nodded, so grateful, in the nick of time he came into her life proudly
A blessing, so cherishable, no idea how her luck had changed so suddenly
Little did she know, he had altered her playlist secretly
 
Sing oh Beyonce Knowles Sing
Sing that “Broken-Hearted Girl” song so vehemently
The song that brought her crashing from cloud nine unexpectedly
And snatched away all her hopes and dreams relentlessly
He spat out, “I said I loved you…but I lied” without remorse and so cruelly
She gasped, so horrified, shaking her head in disbelief looking at him glaringly
A sword, so sharp, digging, twisting and driving through her heart so violently
Those teardrops no longer as sweet as chamomile

Sing oh Taylor Swift Sing
Sing that “Teardrops on my guitar” song so acoustically
The song that made her bring out her notepad suddenly
And begin placing these words on paper zealously
She closes her eyes, daydreams, all she sees is him holding her passionately
She wakes up, hurtful, remembers him holding his new girl happily
She scribbles, so emotionally, letting her teardrops bleed out the ink untidily
The tears which have stopped singing the song
All there is left is silence turned into emptiness

Sing oh Brandy Norwood Sing
Sing that “Gonna find my love” song so vivaciously
The song that has removed the flatline from the EKG finally
And has resuscitated her once broken heart miraculously
She dances, so joyfully, knowing the time will come and she waits patiently
Her time, her moment, to finally find him who was made for her so perfectly
She smiles, so excitedly, believing in her she is made fearfully and wonderfully
Teardrops on her notepad now sing a beautiful song
A song she hopes will become every woman’s heart song

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Exit Wounds, Severed Limbs

Who would’ve Thought,
After being impaled by the spear of a lost love,
I’d still stagger on through life’s emergency doors
Though desperate for a heart thrombectomy
Paging Dr. Burke to perform mitral valve replacement,
With nothing but exit wounds & severed limbs

Who would’ve Fathomed,
After being shot by the 9mm of lost hope,
I’d still fight through those steel gates of survival
Though nurses screamed “GSW to the head!”
Paging Dr. McDreamy to attend to that ballistic chasm,
Still I made it past those exit wounds & severed limbs

Who would’ve Heeded,
After being sliced open by a 10 blade of deceit,
I’d still march forward towards the victor’s village
Though on the verge of bleeding out love
Paging ‘The Nazi’ to retract and source these bleeders,
I sailed through those sore exit wounds & severed limbs

Who would’ve Comprehended,
After being dismembered by a bone saw of hatred,
I’d still love thy enemies as He commanded me
Though lying comatose like an array of cadavers
Paging Dr. Torres to re-attach these limbs with love,
Love indeed conquered those exit wounds & severed limbs

Who would’ve Believed,
After all the anguish, pain, tears, blood and sweat,
I’d still kneel before His Glorious Throne praying for you
Though we are still to meet I fervently pray still
That you will be enough for me and I for you,
That I will be bone of your bone and flesh of your flesh
That we will carry each other in our spirits for eternity
A love that knows no bounds,
Flows in and out of time,
That Shakespeare kind of love,
All for the Glory of our Jehovah Rapha
The Lord who truly healed those exit wounds & severed limbs

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Love In Slow Motion

Strolling along the seaside hand in hand stars gleaming,
I pray thee, my love, finds solace in heavenly beauty and love,
As divine-inspired wisdom beams in our minds teeming,
Tender is His hand upon the anointed future He wrote:
The Author and Finisher of time from Him love out pours,
Encapsulated in His grace we follow as He leads us in His Will,
Love in slow motion grows in our hearts and gently soars,
Kneel pray giving gratitude, Him blesses unconditionally:
The ultimate Tithe sacrificed with no remorse or fear,
Thus we encounter salvation, unrelenting love in its purest form,
A display of love in slow motion so rare and held dear,
All glory and honour rendered back to His Holy Presence:
I pray thee, my love, our love be rooted forever in His love,
As we watch our future so blessed take flight like a dove.

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Succulent Love

What is to live when you have not experienced real love?
What is to breathe when he wakes me soar like a dove?
How do I keep holding on when voices keep screaming in my head?
Screaming, "It was not meant to be,so just let it go!"
But how do I let him go when...
I have become susceptible to his very presence
His aura,an unquenchable bold essence
His gentle touch sends shivers down my spine
His kiss, nothing comes close to being so divine
His sexy smile can make a girl forget her own name
His eyes, their sparkle has indeed made me so tame
How are you so quick to judge when you have not met him?
Do you not know when you do meet your words may become gleam?
His presence will indeed cover you like a glove
Yes, him...his name is none other than... "Succulent Love"