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Love Is Just a Word

LOVE IS JUST A WORD

Love is just a word I just found out
By it nations stood far to riot
Troy and Spartan fought till men bled
Trading Achilles to his eternal bed.

Love is but a by word
Humans leave but by lust
Entangled by it treacherous thread
Which only drains the blood so fast.

Love is only a mean word
Men, women and children all trade
Just to find themselves entangled in your web of thread
And all you do to them is fade.

Love you are just a word
Not a feeling so told
You only exist by the mouth of a whistling bird.
You are only but a story never to unfold.

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Painter of the Sky

PAINTER OF THE SKY

Before the beginning of all creations you were
You wove the very foundations to be seemingly fair
Everything stood firm and still
You did this by the words your mouths fill.

Seven centuries you took to paint 
Man and birds and bears breathing your air without any faint
You called the Milky Way into being
Separating day from night since it was not so mean.

You called the waters to expanse from the land
All because you had in mind an eternal life planned
Yet the shadows of the Near East called you a myth
Walking in so great darkness and filth.

Darwin and those who make your words ineffective by their traditions
Hiding in their so called specimen and sample conditions
So I asked them to look at the sky and tell me
If it came by chance or free.

Let science say your colors were just cosmic conditions
Or there is a Painter of the sky who chose his colors without any fixations
From Kuwornu to Da Vinci no art can compare
To the void less nature of the earth you tear.

The blossom blooming blue skies
Where the flying creature flies
Tell me, if you know who ornamented the clouds with such garment adorning 
And opened the storehouses of the snow to stop you from too much warming.

In your darkening council you speak words with no knowledge
You should have known it is all His privilege
That man will know and understand
And give account on the day all will stand.

In the presence of the great Painter of the skies
Judging generations whom with Him never made any ties
But will see face to face the Turner of years
Whom all will witness with such great horror and fears.

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The Ancient Mutiny of the Twain

The Ancient mutiny of the Twain

In the beginning were both made
To dwell in unison and not to trade
You abode with each other in Eden
And never was anyone a burden.

The Author made one with the soiling sand
Molding him beautifully like he had been caned
So there he laid breathlessly dead
Until the creator’s speech you fed.

And then you arouse, man and woman;
He made you to guard the earth like a foreman
Visiting you day and night
Until the day your lust took you to flight.

Then I recall the commencement of the ancient mutiny of the twain
The flesh against the spirit intertwine
The world; since then the flesh held in bondage
The other kept it from all damage.


The flesh waging a wailing war at the spirit
To eternally take man to hades to seal it
Till the ‘Spinner of life’ sent Love
To the earth He had given man ancient to have.

Love paid the price to set the epithelium free
By then both had been divided like the walls of the red sea
Only death on the shrub could breech the gab
And no one, man could love than the creator’s flab.

Love fought until he shouted ‘it is finished!’
Man since then could never be tarnished 
Eden’s emancipation had been regenerated
And humanity had been totally consecrated.

And yet there stood the flesh and the spirit
The impact of man’s fall could not tell it
For since then the ancient mutiny of the twine still persist
And I, am left with the spirit to steadfastly resist.

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Condemned

Condemned
I
I just woke up from my breathless bed
And wondered why I still live
I thought death would take me on a leave
Unto the path I never dread.

I sat down on the couch
My sins stirring at my frightening face
The iniquities of yester years sort me to trace.
And so I sat on the fence while all I could say is ouch!.

The darkening of my  heart could not be seen
The guilt of my soul took me on a death roll
My condemnation had commenced yester night on a scroll
I wrote my own verdict knowing it was mean.

It had not been long since I was recognized
All the same in my heart I knew I was condemned
The whole land had seen my commercial commend
Yet I knew I had only being marginalized.

And so I sat sentenced by my sins
Wondering why I still live
And thought, would God I will  eternally leave
So I can escape the painful pitiful pinches of guilt’s pins.
II
I still sit on the fence burden by today’s sins
My heart as heavy as logs
Only wait for guilt to elope with me to hades since 
Nothing can compare with my burdens but winters fogs

I am the chief of all sinners, he  announced his condemnation
The Apostle had pitifully acclaimed
That there is a torn in his epidermis inhabiting his emancipation
Yet ample elegance bestowed on him; He proclaimed.

Now, like this man I say, what a do not want to do, that a do!
But among the celestial beings heard a voice say
My child, grace enough I give to you
Only get out of guilt’s tray

So I sat up and saw Hope smiling at me like the sun shining in its  altitude
My face awakened from its eternal condemnation
My love had come to me with such an assuring attitude
No human could beat His imagination

With a kiss He said; judge no one and you will not be judged
Condemn not so you will not be 
Only embrace so my house will be merged
Into the formal blissful beauty bestowed on every being at a bloody fee.

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Letters To My Love

LETTERS TO MY LOVE
I
My love; it has been a long time since I wrote you a letter
Flowing from the rivers of my heart
A poem of your unfailing love which has halted my soul
And has captured my ambiance to never depart.

My love; it been a while since 
I sang you  your favorite song
The one you delight to listen from my tongue
Though I feel a little tense 
I can do nothing except to sing for long.

My love; you have clothed me with your web
The one that has entangled me since I was young
Though I sometimes feel disturb
All I see myself do is to sing our love song.

My heart beat at the reading of your letter
And the words bring joy and peace driving me only to mutter
It tells me of your unmoving eyes
That watches over me with so much intense cries
And so to reply your letters I write this poem declaring 
You are my love, my song, my joy in night’s bearing
And I tremble at your words in glaring.
II
My love I just wrote you a letter
To tell you of the retentions I have of you
To bring back the days of our passion
And the whispers of your love in my ears.

My love I simply cannot let loose of my memories
To free it from this slavery by your love
And so to set my soul free,
 I want to share our long kept secret with the world

That though they do not believe in love,
There is a boundless love that awaits mankind
Only if they are willing to loose themselves
To have an intimacy like ours.

My love I am poised to proclaim the facet of our love to the world
Of how you wake me up every night to have our passionate communication
To reveal to me the secret of your plans 
To unveil the activities of the coming day.
So nothing can outsmart me unawares
So I can think of nothing but the memories of our love making.



III
My love, I just wrote you a letter
To remind you of the misery I feel
Anytime I sense a distance between us
Knowing your letters are what keep me on the path of life
I cannot live without your love
Neither can I sleep without reading your letters again and again.

My love I have being thinking and asking
What can separate me from your love?
Shall persecution, nakedness or the sword?
Because even in my death our love will grow stronger
In deed nothing can separate me from your eternal love.

My love I write this letter to tell you
Of my true feelings for you.
To recount the days when you, a crowned prince set your gaze at me
Just a maiden on a pilgrimage
In your letter you said it was an awesome sight.

And so you have left me to wonder, my love
If this love I feel is real or just a dream
And if it real, then am speechless
But if it a dream,
 Let me have my eternal rest in this dream of love.

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The Call To Justice

The Call To Justice
When the days turn sourer
And the month turns dark
With the years flinging to return no more
Only the lonely already will thrive.

When the hopes of the Negros grow faint
Buried in the bellies of men in high positions 
Who sit only for their own interests 
With the future of the weak vanquishing into endless strife
Caused by the city’s loafers who do nothing but enjoy.

When the homeless graduates turn murderers
And jobless men are marked languid 
Yet only the men in high positions progenies relish
Then let those who have never been wronged laugh.

Let those whose eyes long for just days stand!
Let the men, women and children of our nations
Be awaken from their breathless sleep
So all looters in high positions will flee 
From the wrathful wrist of Anas’ restless tiger eyes.