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Yei Suah Poem
The picture painted is not what
is drawn
The drawer sketches different
shades partly understood by
few.
They see and claim to know
the
complexity
Complexity that is the
uniqueness
Like most words, the art is not
defined in a single manner
Many have walked with it not
minute has discovered
The mystery of the art in play.
A creative piece reflecting
greatness visible to those with
eagle eyes.
A lone shadow traveling great
depth to birth dreams
Not an adjective, pleasing to
those deserving.
Do not desire to be unveiled.
Priceless value hangs on its tag
What a masterpiece!
But not fully discovered...
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For the first time entered I into
this place.
Bright and beautiful,
everywhere palace.
Awe, shock, amazement took
my face.
Caught in wishful thoughts, I
forgot the essays
On the whys and analysis my
family and I face.
The baggage of problems
being head I came to erase.
Hustle closed where I was,
trapped in dying days.
Thereupon my mind pushed
me to find ways
In the city because of tales we
hear when gathered at the
fireplace.
They say here is where the
money is.
Want strength and
determination to cure my
family diseases
Poverty and illiteracy. Out I
want them race.
Hunger will kill them in 3
months because I watch like x-
rays.
"only come back when u make
it", in my ear my wife's voice
sways.
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Sometimes I wanna hold on and pray.
Hoping things will get better when day breaks.
Wrong I am because some things don't fix.
Unappreciative to those putting smile on my face.
It's a sad triangle going on in this phase.
Sense I oughta have when plans as such are misplaced.
Dead end trail I keep trying to chase.
Some iron never welder like in this case.
Forcing steel to straighten up gets me in no place.
Gotta let this transform to whatever caves.
I love what are not meant to be, Maze.
And get in races I don't win, Daze.
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No matter how high I jump I
can't reach u.
I love u so much but u
wouldn't digest this because of
the other little stars that try to
have my light to at least
shine.
They were falling in the
blackhole.
Remember the blackhole
absorbs all the light like
drowning man trying to
destroy.
In my world everything is
about u, even the big dipper
points to U.
u're the brightest Rigel, u light
my life.
Whether I'm north or south
u're visible everywhere, that's
why my mind is programmed
to U.
There may be 7 shiny stars but
they can't be u, Orion.
Only u have the distinctness to
appeal to my exciting view.
Trust me, my eyes stay on u all
through the night no one can
beat that.
And if staring at other stars
makes me loose u, hunt down
insecurity
Because u're incomparable
with no competition and I love
none like u.
Nonetheless, I'm ready to
accept November to April isn't
the whole year,
One day u'll no longer be
there and if destiny has it,
I'll take a place in the sky with
u
some day.
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It feels long ago.
When I first got to hold.
The tenderness of love so bold.
And I stored the folklore.
Should in case everything go.
That I may have memories of
gold.
Living on for eons, never seen
before.
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Means by which we search for
divinity.
In its name we've wrought
confusions.
Brought wars, unjustified
deaths and destruction.
Something we believe to be
perfect shouldn't cause
Mankind chaos. Is it a divine
cause?
In my religion we say, there's
one way, things are vanity.
Means by which we segregate.
Darwinistic we be, hiding
behind it for divisions.
With different beliefs we're still
humans. Why adhere to
segregation?
Some I assume have mortal
influences without godly
beating pause.
Religion sprout out any &
every where, we need to pause.
In my religion we say, we fell
from Grace, albeit.
Means by which we pride
ourselves.
In its name we're righteous,
judging peoples' actions.
Atheists have religion, theirs
has no godly subscription. (lol)
Pride? No human is perfect
even if your religion is, we're
masters of imperfections.
Mankind unite, religion isn't
weapon of mass destruction.
In my religion we say, we
should love others as
ourselves.
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Randomly she selects table
heads.
They all come specifically to dine.
Not caring how the foods are
made
Neither whence they come
from.
These things she does to have
fulfillment.
O but they care not.
Their dirty plates roam the
table.
To reprimand she's afraid.
The hanging light says prayers
For her sinking spirit to rise
Above the weakness to fight off
hypocrites
Keeping the dogs from barking.
The dear motherland cries.
Her children have her
disregarded.
Lo her dogs are there with
visions
That must be brought forth.
How long can a dog be kept
quiet?
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Fireflies are those who dare to
dream.
Beautiful at night exploring the
treasures in the dark.
Dipping their wings they utilise
their brains.
Great power owned they
should beam.
Every where they pass with
light they build ark.
Spectacular are they giving off
light breaking chains.
They attract prey as well as
mate still don't dim.
When dream becomes reality,
firefly produce chemical as a
shark.
No time of day is obstacle,
always success rains.
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