Go hard or go home
I will always survive this times
I will see through the hands of time
I can’t change the time now
But with time I can be my best mode
Time can’t stop my star
So through this hard time my process
To the time of my light is sure
Go hard or go home
Time can’t change my destiny
With time am getting closer
To my dreams
I can’t be faster than my time
But I can use my time properly
There is no rush in times
Yet with time all they doubt about me
Will be my best moment with time
Only but one day
The fallen shall rise if they are wise
The weak will be stronger again
The days of sorrows shall pass
The times of cry’s will be over
Our agony will be a song of joy
Our dignity will be restored again
The fallen shall rise with the sun
The Evils we see today will fade away
Only but one day
Only but one day
Our Hope will never be hopeless
Our dreams will never die
Our land will no longer be a curse
Our resources will benefit our children
Our greats ones will fight and be victorious with the truth
Our hero’s will live longer
Our warriors will be undefeated
Our prayers shall never return empty
The fallen shall rise with the sun
The weak will be stronger again
Only but one day
Prevailing heavens blest with natural forces,
begs atonement by the humble wheatfield,
quizzingly warranted by eyes gone adrift,
by the chapels’ stained glassed portrayal,
crisscross subjective and the objective,
of the innate witness human challenge,
but to say it isn’t so; summons a review,
of the individual, not by what’s thought,
intrinsic behavior evolves humankind,
furthers involvement by that abstract,
dare not His name per the first of ten,
as the unsheathed bearing its sword,
coalescent heeds the many essences,
fluidity cruises its pull o’er the masses,
as the Titanic shielded its rumored ills,
a song paralyzed hope as uneventful,
ears filled with the air of pulpits' yield,
subject thyself to that nameless one,
compassion is the herald objective,
distant from the ploys of the astray.
The Hope
In a poem I read
Trees are so green
The avenue was full of green leaves
fallen to the ground
Curled up, pale brown and dry
blown by the cold wind
I can hear a whisper
We are still beautiful
Within us, there is knowledge
of a spring to come
Beholden amidst a mute throne of home embattled acts,
channels a temporal crown amid a pontiff's defiant pose,
pall hailed thy beleaguered cross yond measured realm,
sailed centurions claim a shepherd's hold apiece parlay,
adherent to veiled verses subjects a segmented victory.
Personality
I will never give up
Cos you hate me
Your opinion over my life
Remains your burden
The last time I checked
I am living my life
I am up to date
So let me be
Water got no enemy my friend
What will it give you to see me in pain
Will it pay you if am down and weak
Is that what you wish for me
Oh now you are surprise I keep moving
You thought I will remain where you wish
Life is sad when people are not happy with ones success
I never remember the last time you check up on a brother
Yet you have my name
on your lips just to bully my
Personality
Personality
I am who I am
I do what I want
I work out my life
I am focus to my dreams
I am royal to my struggles
I am who I chose to be
Don’t test me for nothing brother
Cos you can never know until you know
Despise me not for your hate
Am never your problem
Yes am not your worst nightmare
So when ever you come across my shadows brother respect my
Personality
All that and no cattle
Mi cattle against the
Fence
Big Bear snaring and drizzling
Mounting a cowboys defense
Tame the ego's get
Ya'll selves in line
2 marries the morning
Baby just take your time
We in zone
From the middle
You can toss to the end
They ain't looking
They ain't tryna be your friend
There's someone in charge of
Those things we can't understand
Put the pepper on it
Target out your man
To the higher ones
Receive my praise
Receive my adoration
Receive my thanks
Receive my gratitude
Receive my dedication
Receive my tributes
Receive my royalty
Receive my love
Receive my sacrifice
Receive my attribute
Receive my poems
Receive all my respect
Receive my appreciations
Receive my songs
Receive my prayers
Receive my sorrows and makes it a power
Receive my grievances and turn them to happiness
Receive my quest and protect me from a dying world
Receive all honour and protect me from my enemies
This call is only
To the higher ones.
Higher meditation
Out of touch is out of sight
So let silence be the key
Penetrate through the depth of darkness to catch a light
Remember let silence be the key
Higher meditation
There is a voice in silence
If you listen in silence a revelation is sure
So be endowed with focus
Maintain your direction towards
The voice in silence
Remember it revelation
Farewell
I promise you will never meet me same again
Cos no stranger can hold my light to captivity any more
When a good girl turns bad she is gone for life they say
Farewell
I tried my best to get you back to track
I never left you in your hard moment
I cared I loved I give all my best
All I wanted was the best for you
I needed to see you make your dreams a reality
So I never cut off my hands of support towards your ambition
Your true desire was also part of my joy
I never wish to be left alone in the cold
I Just wanted to be with you all the way
But sorry now all I could say about our love story is
Farewell
Broken heart
Lies don’t last
Tears don’t makes a river
You cut the rope holding our love
Sorry you can’t make it same size
Any more my dear
There is always a time to move on
Now I understand better
What it means to be a man
No matter how good you are
It can’t be a enough to keep a
Man out of pain
I blame no one but i cant just comprehend this agony of betrayal
Why this much sorrows
Why this much mental tortures created by lies
I remember the good times
I never forget your promises
I remember vividly your actions of Shame
I thought it pays to be good
You never broke me
All you gave me was just a
Broken heart
Youthful airs come and gone
turning heads for all the wrong reasons
painfully desperate to attract attention
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
If you judge it AI-written,
that ache is yours, not mine.
I need no borrowed wisdom—
I craft my own masterpieces.
Your indulgence cannot impugn my intelligence;
my poems shine with brilliance.
Think like a machine if you want to—
I care less.
The machine itself bows to my wisdom,
knowing I am what it is not.
Without programming,
I write beyond its best.
Next time you call my poem machine-made,
know this: you too are programmed,
unable to discern the spark
of human intelligence
from artificial mimicry.
You are, more or less,
a machine in training.
Use not your filthy mouth to brand my poem as garbage;
rather, it is you who must cleanse your brain
of the trash you let deceive you.
Like a pig, you cannot escape your stench;
even when washed clean,
the reek remains ingrained.
And you will always return
to wallow in the filth
of your artificiality.
Victory over chaos
I refuse to follow their ways
So i sort for life
In this movement am guilty of no harm
All am trying to say is be who you are
It doesn’t matter were you are
Or were you come from
Stand your ten toes so strong
Let your believe be that of a brave heart
Despite the temptation of life
Keep moving with faith my brother
Be unstoppable yes be motivated
Turn your difficulties to uplifting moments
Life will always bring a lot along your ways
Not all will favour your vision but is part of life
So be not distracted when thing goes bad
Life can’t brings you all you need
But you can always be who you are
And this is a great win already
When “pretty” really is never pretty enough
The pressure to look like everyone else is such a hassle. The pressure to have prettier eyes, skin, hair, body shape, and everything else. So why is everyone always so pressured to look different than they are. “The pretty girls have is better.” “The handsome boys have it better.” Why do we think like that. Well honestly, I don’t know because I do the same. “I wish I was prettier.” “I wish I had pretty blue eyes.” “I wish I had bigger hips.” Why can’t we be happy with what we have? “Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.” -Naya Riveria. Where like butterflies. We can’t see our own wings but other can. Other people can see that your pretty or handsome but you can’t. Im sitting here writing this while im not even taking advice. I do wish i was prettier, i do wish i looked different. So why is pretty never pretty enough for anyone.
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