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Vincent Murimi Poem
every day i live
i may live in grieve
deep in thoughts i drown
my face is frown
wander alone in this town
does everyone wrongs me?
am i the jury with no verdict
that the stars are up again
all day i complained
cheer up kid!
mama would always say
if i ruined her day
she never went nuts
but show me the facts
and that is how i will act
Copyright © Vincent Murimi | Year Posted 2013
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Vincent Murimi Poem
every day i live
i may live in grieve
deep in thoughts i drown
my face is frown
wander alone in this town
does everyone wrongs me?
am i the jury with no verdict
that the stars are up again
all day i complained
cheer up kid!
mama would always say
if i ruined her day
she never went nuts
but show me the facts
and that is how i will act
Copyright © Vincent Murimi | Year Posted 2013
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Vincent Murimi Poem
MEANING
Does it make any sense?
-Perhaps you may understand,
It comes with these intense,
And it even crosses the fence.
A word you can’t explain
That brings squabbles among men and
envy among women,
It operates like a signal
and drives like a motor.
Does it make any sense?
That no hero can withstand
and neither heroes will tense,
And face it with their hands.
Like the sermon it brings desire,
feelings blossom just like fire,
nobody wants to retire
of the feelings that take them higher,
and happiness it will sire.
Some express it with tears
while others do it with cheers,
of the comfort it brings,
Till you forget other things.
Perhaps you made a right guess,
love is what I meant,
It brings people together
Its intangible but you can feel it,
Let's all embrace love!!!
by vinniewatz:aka vincent murimi
Copyright © Vincent Murimi | Year Posted 2013
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Vincent Murimi Poem
Why do I have to cry, until my tears run dry?
Like an egg in the pan I fry, I was told to give a try,
Little did I know I was abandoned, to this endless isolation?
My heart is in such solitude, with nobody to give me company.
Soft music soothes the heart; I wonder why mine wouldn’t adjust
Nobody gives me a hand, to try and forget my past
My wits are corrupt; I wonder whether I was spelt a cast?
My life is turning out bad, while dreams diminish so fast.
Did the creator make an error, we can request him to undo
Or am living in the wrong era, we can request the parents to undo
Everything is happening in terror, I wonder what I will be tomorrow
In an office as I reap my fruits, or in the streets as I borrow?
Abandoned is the word, please everyone take my hand
Many out there are suffering, with no one to give them a glimpse
We are all human beings’ entitled to take responsibilities
Let’s all find the abandoned.
Copyright © Vincent Murimi | Year Posted 2013
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