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Emmanuel Madande Poem
this roads i walk are hurting my feet,
i get home. i take my shoes off. i lie down.
i wake every morning wishing and hoping.
But guess what, this roads am walking them again.
It's a tragedy how my suffering is projected.
For the whole world to see. yes, they do feel sorry.
But i was a woken monster cursed to sleep.
Now am an achiever sent to a prison.
this roads i walk, are, hurting. My feet.
take a walk with me, but be scared, i can walk you for 100% your life.
aah, my feet. this roads i walk, are hurting. My feet.
You were asked, then you agreed, to walk with me.
my name is knowledge, for you those who don't understand poetry.
look up, am the beautiful sky that you see at night. now all am asking you,
is to come with me.
this roads, my feet and you.
walk with me. i grow everyday, in you.
one day when am really grown up, you will be among
the stars. like i said; this roads, my feet and you.
am just like purity, am really good to the young,
but taste better for the old.
am not the Nazi, or the Ku klux klan. i take all.
am free. Use me. Take advantage of me for all i care.
am black, am power. am magic.
i move mountains of stupidity, am the king.
Am the word, the power, am knowledge. But.
this roads i walk, are hurting my feet.
nourish me, let me grow in you. so i get stronger.
then i can grow as we walk this roads i walk.
that are hurting my feet. cause i get weak.
get me shoes, yes, this roads, if you walk with me,
you'll be among the stars.
word, know, slow down. take time. this roads.
my feet hurt. word. not animore. know. we'll succeed.
we have roads to walk, bear with me, i get weak. so.
nourish me, let me grow in you.
Copyright © Emmanuel Madande | Year Posted 2014
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Emmanuel Madande Poem
This is a prose to my dream girl,
A dose of creamy cakey dream,
Yes, she is in a dream.
The pose lost to the modeled statue of Liberty changes,
All North’s and East’s brought together and wrote on same pages,
Fairytales branded realistic finally...
A man has no point of survival without belief,
Enough details…
Song quality voice determines the evening‘s end,
No more crocodile smiles of pretend,
The very smile she causes me to intend,
How lovely that this night be without end.
Clouds are our ship to that vicinity of flowery cradle,
Her presence to this darkened house a candle,
Her hands through my body are a love ladle,
Please don’t let me awake for I will with life struggle.
She is a keeper,
My own contentment’s keeper,
Every action I desire I get from my mind reader,
My other half you are my minority leader.
Purple roses will insult your every awaking moment,
All those lost youth emotions she re invents.
Love brings forth a desirable present,
A worthy life lived with content.
Now I ask if you are fit for my loving.
For tonight I celebrate my love for you,
And hope that deep inside you feel it too…
Copyright © Emmanuel Madande | Year Posted 2016
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Emmanuel Madande Poem
fine days
call for white weddings.
some ways
we fall for wrong ladies.
fine thrust
consider cupid a murderer.
lives cast
an immortal phenomena.
to love
with a bow.
so tough
with a frown.
to day
you have no sight.
morn day
each of mine despite.
to love
with a bow.
up thumbs
I'll show you how.
we know you are there
our actions are how.
today i had a pear
this love deserves a crown.
secret garden was fun
alone is really alone.
hope weighs a ton
not lonely where happiness is a loan.
to love
with a bow.
Copyright © Emmanuel Madande | Year Posted 2014
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Emmanuel Madande Poem
Once upon a crime,
lived a man wit no dime.
Before dinosaur time,
even surfed on lime.
Once you are up on a tree,
there lives a thot of bein free.
Not work or get anythin by a plea,
see the Police you flee.
Yes, yu are upon a crime,
its my heart you stole this tym.
Copyright © Emmanuel Madande | Year Posted 2014
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Emmanuel Madande Poem
A year filled with loneliness passed,
Another began the same way unsurpassed,
Then a spark sparked at long last,
But the wind kept gnawing at the ships’ mast.
The sailing resumed terrible for this heart of mine,
Proud forlorn feels still crossed this here line,
All that which is needed cannot be attached a dollar sign,
Regardless of this dangerously placed emotions power line.
Love is needed in these times of sorrow,
Yet the love I have for your stands higher than Kilimanjaro,
It’s a love I bore with my heart and was never borrowed,
I wait and wait for your stream to come by tomorrow.
Love me dear damsel,
Set me free to hug your emotions,
This heart of mine needs just you and no counsel,
My insanity is pushed by your personality’s beauty into motion.
Love me without fear of loss,
And as of today this lips will be soft from gloss,
And my heart readied your arrival as Jesus’ cross,
Love me with the emotion that has no profit or loss.
Love me to realize my intentions with thee,
All thy doubt through each bodily pores flee,
Love proved without worry of failure,
A perfect garment for you and me, a present from the world’s tailor.
Copyright © Emmanuel Madande | Year Posted 2016
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Emmanuel Madande Poem
Have you ever overcome a distance?
With your cell phone you get voice assistance,
With your cell you get only to listen,
But I know of an instance…
Say you are aware of right now,
Present the unknowing with a how,
Here and over there is together somehow,
It’s this instance that matters to us and deserves a bow,
when I smile unknowingly why,
Or the time I laughed all night,
Remember the comfortable feeling u bring?
How are u aware of this secret to cause me so much grin?
This instance I call it love,
Unaware of why we strive to hear one another,
Or to await your appearance online or other,
Right now in this instance it feels like none other.
Treasure what lies in front of you,
Dreams are right now for you.
Truth is what one feels from you.
It’s an instance from me to you.
Copyright © Emmanuel Madande | Year Posted 2016
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