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He Saved Me

Here I stood, drenched with idiosyncrasy of evil rain;
Utterly dazed by what was said to be brightness,
Yes! I was poked in the eye by the dazzling lights of the terrain,
And I kept on swimming in the withered waters of wilderness.

I gave myself in, and was being smashed on an anvil just to go wasted.
Admonishing instincts gave me a cavil, but the fan for life, I really wanted.
Everything was okay, but the air, was it really soothing?
Oh no! I believe there was no fun to it at all.
What there was to it was really making me appall--

Now, I am overwhelmed with joy for I am king.
I was made king when He tapped me on the shoulder with affinity;
When I gave in and admitted it was all vanity.

He never cast me to doom though I was a slave of doom.
A new day I have seen, and will never get intimidated by gloom.

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Yesterday Has Something To Teach

We look at the distant days
And call them outmoded,
We look at the present days
And say yesterday has faded.

This we often say in a clamour
That carries a feel of glamour.

We turn a slack eye to our culture,
The base rock on which our empire is build.
We've turned ourselves into hungry vultures
Looking for ways to feed on others field.

      Why?
                  I ask,
                            I cry and decry

We turn a vicious look to our bosom
And made it hell.
We made ourselves chicks  
At the mercy of hungry hawks.

    This
               I decry and cry.

Our yesterday has something to teach,
Knowledge we should hook onto,
Wisdom we should clutch onto.
Let's allow yesterday's smile
Give us the light through the dark
To true independence.

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I Stand For Who I Am

In this garden I sit in the turf,
And miles away in the sea he surfs.
On top of the world he stands tall,
My confidence at my beck and call.

A sense of inferiority and intimidation beckons,
A need to ignore and get into stride I reckon.
I won't get slain, my aspirations won't foil,
A perfect stain, I will live in the soil.


(ATTADZEH)

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The Terrain

It is a beautiful terrain,
Sometimes we pretend everything is alright
Even if all good things seem to wane.
But yes, everything is alright.

Sometimes we make decisions,
But the results turn to become the mistakes we've been trying to avoid.
Sometimes we are ruled by perceptions,
And all we meet along the path is humanoid.

Life on the terrain is perplexing;
Yes, You ought to dance to the rhythm of joy and of pain.
What is life worth? I tried to find, wandering and wondering;
No poetic word could explain.

It is visible, hence I doubt not that it is feasible,
Accept it as it is and make no complain.
You cannot do more than you can; just be affable.
Yes indeed, it is a beautiful terrain.

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The Despot

Slowly he creeps,
I just wish his coming can be descried
And that I can fight him off.
He turns a joyfully atmosphere despondent,
Diabolic they is he,
Yes he is the despot.
He came knocking,
He forced his way into my abode
And my body gave way to my soul.
Alone he left me in the middle of the desert,
I shouted, I yelled, I bellowed
But my voice was swallowed by the silence,
The silence no one can shut.

Onwards I go
For there is no return.
Fortune I have had,
Respect and good looks;
How frivolous they look in the sight of my new world.
The church bell groaned,
Tears streamed from eyes of loved ones,
But I am gone.

Take courage lover,
I am gone but not forever
Perhaps I will meet the eternal bliss
And there I will wait for your coming.
Take courage lover,
You won't see me again but not forever,
Hope to meet you someday.

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Revolution

The morning cool breeze of June
Stroke my skin gently,
There came a sort of brightness,
Eyes opened,
And I was welcomed into today's day by light;
A glimmer of noontime sun.

My vision so clear,
Clear enough to see the brightness of the day,
But I grope in the light 
In search of what I have on sight,
   Yet
I need no lens to rid me
Of a blur vision.

Stand as entity
For the future stares with uncertainty
Like a leaf tossing in the air.

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In Retrospect

I find myself in a dark silent vacuum,
A place where nothing could be
Seen, heard or felt.
My soul grieves in agony,
My sole feels no lifewithin,
My heart feels a pain-stained hollow,
I wondered off by myself,
              I sigh
       God help me!

I find myself in a very deep ravine,
Enveloped by memento of the beast I was;
A retribution of my years.
My heart feels the heaviness of an iron,
My heart winnows away
With a momentous of deep rooted guilt feeling
Like a pregnant woman  that wants freedom.
In retrospect, I should have done right,
But I pray the world forgive me.

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Glow of Bliss

I see a glow behind a brook,
I will brook nothing 
As I hold the hand 
Of my beloved 
Across the brook
To meet
The glow of bliss.

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One Special One

When I stroke that hair;
That hair that cascades like the waterfalls,
my spirit is revived.

When I kiss those tender lips that spread across her face;
Very attractive like the rainbow,
I feel unequaled like no other man.

The beams of her face remind me of the archaic smile.
Her head down to her toes depict the Venus of Willendorf:
Meaning she is a complete woman.

The sound of her voice moves deep into my soul,
And spreads all over my body
Bringing me a sort of inestimable joy.

Each time she says my name as her tongue roles slightly,
The sort of exultation she injects into me
Is usually enough to pull down the heavens.

The touch of her soft palm makes me forget my weaknesses.
Those feet of hers drive me crazy.
The embrace of her arms gives me affection to perfection.

I have been a wanderer, 
In her I find perfect love
And will look further no more.

        I hereby say:
Love moves in several directions
But it certainly gets to its destination
Where no one, not even the person himself can bounce it back.

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Enthusiastic Optimist

The winds from 
Outside the train
Blow dust
Into my eyes.

    Never!
Will darkness befall me
For I shall not strain 
In the dusk.

My lights are bright.