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Thanks to that Man
whose heart reflects the sweetness of music
who sings to the lullaby of my waking tout's
whose melody comforts the crying heart
with wants
Thanks to Him
whose voice sings to the merging hearts of Love
Thanks to that sweetness
that combines slow melody with words
Thanks to that special Him
in whose arms my searching heart beams!
© Tina O Chimma
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When my heart cries
I long to hold you
to the sweetness of our love
with you so far away
my heart cries in its peak
don't desire to take this
all to myself.
Cant hold this gulp
the stream that dashes
through my face
oh darling I need you so
so jealously guided
all to myself.
Please do not blame me
when I say all that I say!
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The world ache
for a perfect sleep
The slumber that throws-
trumpets aside in cliffs
Some directions are sought-
by a deeper bliss
Blissful bliss; in a sleepy world!
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When you finally break free
you have no choice but dance
You dance to the tune of your possibilities
and to the freedom that lightens your path
When you finally break loose
from the pang of negativity
from the chains of social callings
your soul will sing and take delight in her songs
When you finally bask out
from the pins that pierce your soul
you will fly like the feathers high
The feathers that fly the cloudy sky
There is no feeling as sweet as this;
a soul that knows its direction
its direction and duration of its flight
Therefore,
loosen yourself to thyself
The crowd may not see you fly
but they will surely see you land.
© Tina O Chimma
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In a twinkling gaze, when all is said and due
In repertoire of wealth, your lack diminish but rue
Stepping into the new horizon, negativity is set to crunch
Praying for the very next sparkle, the sparkles of hint and clue.
It might not seem well a gaze to stare
The inkling and freshness of it all, bizarre
Not following the link that renders its trace
Trace to the aftermath of now and beyond.
Tremble not in the face of uncertainty
One always truly adapt; learning the true nature of greatness
Please moan on the trajectory of foolishness
Foolishness that blinds and deters from authenticity.
Life it seems beckons on believers
Believers of truth and mind-blowing givers
Please give your root and chainsaw, smiling on thy strength
Strengths are always renewed with every flavoured slice.
In the darkest of night, purge thyself of thy guilt
Guilt of loneliness and not following 'the' laid out pattern
Don't shy away from the greatness that beckons
Swirl and dance through her all alluring shimmer.
The hand may reduce its glorious power to grace
Please cruise through it all, leaving nothing to glance
Be purged of all reclusiveness; surrendering thy flow to thy eternal power
The picture you seek, bring it back to the present cower.
Laying credence on the excessiveness of it all
please mellow in the blink of any frightful fall
Stay relentless till all fumes are paused
rejoice for then all smoke is doused.
Stir not on the path of the unwilling lost
Freely but recklessly yield to the truth of thy soulful bliss
The glory of now is lesser when compared to the glory that is to come
PLEASE LIVE AND LET US ALL LIVE.
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What will it cost to pay you ask;
Don't know your spirit says, you hiss
I need that, Gosh!! I need this...
I got to get it before its all gone.
With toads in your throat you walked on straight,
not knowing when to stop or lie.
With your speech, there comes your trick,
and every truth are all but lie.
On and then, you pass but hide
Why suffer with the guilt that comes with it
To pay you cant but lived on high.
Why ask, when paying isn't far or near!
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Some thoughts are made
to rust and brim
some to bloom
its sweetest scent
scents of hope, joy and peace
such are thoughts that combs its nest
that juicy comb
for the homey mind
Don't relent
till your all is out
Don't relent
till you give your own
Don't relent
till your thoughts are out
The walking thought for the blazing mind!
© Tina O Chimma 2013
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On the wake of my call;
I sought through the thoughts
that envelops my thoughts
with trumpets in my head;
I lay back billowing,
gazing into the thoughts of 'expectancy'
Mirrors shimmering,
showing forth my strength.
Those are the days of struggle,
the little beginning seem not enough
at the promise that lies ahead.
Why give up on the banks of hope,
when there are much to live for?
The road might not seem so clear
but therein lies your path.
What is it that you want,
go for it and don't care.
Dwell not on the social trumpet
but swim on through your inner whistle.
The lying truth remains such that
life's dilemma's stem from the
inner conflict of 'expectancy' and 'want'.
So why bother
when the burden
seem not to bother
your mama calls
your sister calls-
listen to them but don't fret.
what is it that they expect
and what is it that you want?
listen to the call of your heart
and therein you shall rest.
You want to be this!
you want to be that!
why follow public pressure?
with every step comes a close,
so follow your heart and stride.
Ten walks in the night,
yes! nine narrow nights,
and one sweetened dawn!
you see THEM dancing your praise.
Oh my soul to thee I pledge,
I thank thee for the light
that illuminates my night.
with every call comes
a sullen silence that slaps
to give in I shall not!
but with that lion
I shall forge on to the front.
My weakness might envelop my sight
but with my strength
I shall overtake them all.
To the everyday music of my heart, I shall dance
and with it comes I the Joseph in my Land.
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Coincidence
That swift line cause
arranged in codes
built in procession of her stride
What lies deep down
that hidden state
where ocean guides
that rhythmic waves
Stern and outright
with her pace
swift and sleek
with her erupted stance
She brings termed memories
with her touch
to hold hands
with that unseen now
Slow tide words that flies to mate
The wondrous steps that halts in tune
The searching hearts that merge in fate
All wear their riddled clothes in space
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Don't know where to start
don't know what to write
when that space is blocked
with guilt and pain
You held out your hand
yet it cant be reached
that fruitless hope
of no return.
I turn my back
on great, great high
and I ask
what is left for me
with Him I live
with Him I think
with Him my soul
is left anew
Hear my beloved
I missed you so
only words
can express how I feel
but now I feel
so drained with words
all I wish- is to have you here
to build my words all fresh anew.
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