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React to the input of its digital aurora
Twist and turn to its commands, is it real
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Abstract concepts unraveled with images cast
Limitless possibilities in this parallel reality
6- 25-2024
Mmiri Oma
How can I live without you?
Your essence is soothing to my body and my soul too
It's heavenly when you run through my oesophagus
You quench my thirst when my throat is dry
Your energy stabilizes my mind
I fear not of diseases cas you are in the purest of forms
Unlike your wanna be who are neither well trained nor reformed
This is not just an advert or me trying to sell
This is the truth I tell
Brayco Table Water makes me "Live Well"
I love you girl
You know that I adore you girl
I want you girl
I'd always love to hug you girl
I don't really care what other guys have told you girl
It's the bottom of my heart I'd love to show you girl
I can't wait for the day,
You'd say I do
Cas nobody's going to like I do
Between you and the world?
Baby I'd choose you
I'd try my very best never to loose you
Other guys just be trying to use you
But I'd never break your heart of abuse you
I'd be you happiness, I'd amuse you
And them go shock like electric when I fuse you
I used to think that my spec was chubby girls
But you're just perfect for my taste you look so yummy girl
You give me butterflies in my tummy girl
I pray to God that one day I'd be you hubby girl
In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit
Thank you Father for your Son whom for my sins had perish
Your grace is ever sufficient, like waterfalls it flourish
My soul is has been messed up, I pray o Lord you cleanse it
You made me in your image
May I reflect your light
May you pilot my flight
May I soar like a kite
Larger wings than an aero,
A generational hero
Lord protect me from sorrow
And every evil strife
I'm spitting on this lappy
cas lately I was weary
and my vision gets blurry
but you told me don't worry
I should seek first your glory
And you'd change my story
Make my days bright and sunny
In summary
Glory be to the Father, son and Holy Spirit
Who was, and is, and will be
Eternally
Amen
AMEN
This morning I woke up from bed
With a paper and pen in my hand
Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right?
Addicted to poems,
But
been looking for inspiration, so I let the Good book flash his light
before I get lost in the darkness of a blindsight
Life of an addict, But one without insight
Success is a hidden treasure I need, so I seek Christ
Its Faith over Power, an improper fraction
Dear God Direct all my plans and my actions?
Cas all that twinkles in the sky is not a star
Some live behind a mirror, to viel who they trully are
Perception of perfection, they present Fake reflections
But Obi Chidubem
will shine as bright as Jeruselem
Please feel free to clap
As the Lord's servant raps
But never call me crazy
Its a virtue not being lazy
Dear Lord keep me strong, working on my craft
This morning I woke up from bed
With a paper and pen in my hand
Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right?
I am addicted to poems
I am addicted to puns
I'm addicted, I get lost by my words
Then get to cloud 9, slowly stroking my rhymes
For me its so blissful and fun
But,
Some want me to be the son
Some want me to suffer and die on a cross
Some want my lyrics perfect and without a flaw
Its sad I'm human, just like you all
I'm just addicted and just want to rap
Dear God, let not just the hands of my clock clap?
Cas they'll call me crazy
And I may be lazy
And I may be weak and then quit my craft
notre objectif est-il la mort
la reponse a cette question je l'ignore
peut etre il n y a que ca de reel
datteindre le paradis et le repos eternel
de rejoindre les etres qui nous ont quitte
de rester pres d'eux pour l'eternite
de quitter ce monde rempli d'impurite
pour trouver une place qui nous est reserve
en nous quittant l'anne derniere
tu nous as montre a quelle point tu etais essentiel
te revoir rien qu une fois serait mon voeu le plus cher
en tout cas notre prochaine rencontre se deroulera dans le ciel
Tel un phoenix tu renais apres chaque deception
et tu fais pour trouver une solution
crois moi les vrai amis qui peuvent taider
sont beaucoup moins nombreux que tu peux imaginer
7 est leur nombre dans mon cas
ils ne font que amener de la bonne humeur et de la joie
qui sont-il je ne te le dirai pas
mais crois moi je ferai tout pour contribuer a leur joie
Je suis toujours la meme personne
Pour t'avouer cela m'etonne
Etre gentil c'est du passe
Je vais devoir changer
Se soucier du monde
Etre present pour eux chaque seconde
je ne veux plus de cela
ceci n'est pas fait pour moi
A la fin tout le monde t'oublie
ils reviennent seulement en cas de soucis
Laissez moi tranquille s'il vous plait
Les personnes superficielles , j'en ai assez
Je ne serai plus la pour vous aider
Laissez moi vivre en paix
Whiteout in my gape
Floating open space in forest glades
The shadow is cast shape
Catch'ng images of silver shades
Facing the brouhaha as snow cas·cades
From the lots of God's cast
In the·at·rics with clime win·try
Inside tempo garden of blizz blast
Sound of silence in graupel glows with glee
As it does now to me
My beloved
It may be
that I would never
get the chance
to look you in the eyes
within this life
But remember..
It is not with these eyes
that I have loved you
Nor with my kiss or with this skin
I have loved you
With my way of being without you
With keep on being who we used to be
and of who we would never become
My beloved
It is not with these eyes
that I have loved you
Nor with my kiss or with this skin
I loved you in ways
only you would understand
Cause only you have loved me
in the same way tthat I did
Or maybe even more.
Missing you!
Inspired by Jan's and Cas' 'Miss you poems'
and musing thoughts.
It’s pick on Jan day
What else can I say
No more will I write
I’ll bid you goodnight
Maurice, Tim and Cas
Have all had a laugh
Some fine words they have written
In his lastest poem Tim was smitten
But the truth it is out
So I’ll cry and I’ll shout
My real name is Stan
I once was a man
Jan/Stan Allison
3rd October 2014
You have all heard I am sure of the three musketeers
The group with the swords not the ones with the funny ears
Reminds me of a joke that right here would apply
There are three kinds of people I tell you no lie
Those who are really quite good at math
And those who are not and that's that
They were the three musketeers but they were four
Their math was bad not three, four and no more
I hope you're all still with me, I'm not trying to be a pest
I need you to follow me because at the end there's a test
There is Casarah
Yeah and hurrah
She is a good ma
Then there is Tim
You should know him
He's tall and trim
And finally there is the kind hearted Jan
From England she's the one with no tan
Coy and demure behind her fancy fan
If you kept count that makes three
Who can argue. You'd have to agree.
Now we have arrived at what I am trying to say
I've just joined them and I quite enjoy sword play
Do you see? I am number four.
I'll just walk through their door.
That makes me the best, the fillet mignon
It turns out that I am frikin' D'Artagnan.
J'adore l'individualisme de l'âme artistique
parce que si elle est inspirée
il peut trouver des niveaux élevés de l' divine information
par exemple:
parfois, quand je compose à Piano
Je sens que je suis en communication avec Dieu
ou peut-être quand j'écris la poésie
peut-être
Quel que soit le cas,
le dualisme de la vie n'est pas seulement apparente
personnes se consacrer à des objectifs mondains
d'aboutir à l'approbation des autres
quand l'art véritable est comme le feu dans le cœur
quand la mort viendra et la renommée ne a pas important
lorsque les poumons ne peuvent pas respirer l'air de la vie
savons-nous vraiment qui nous sommes?
Oh,no!not again,my book is in a mess.vomits of inks all over my notes.
My pen is drunk again.Stench!,stench of vomits everywhere.As it wobbles
from line one to line four...No!no matter what I must finish this piece,so
that I can have peace.I`m writing a Sedoka to a wonderful damsel and....
the ground is spinning,I`m feeling very dizzy; Hiccups.....hic...cups this is
frustrating,oh! it`s not me,it`s my pen....then I travel to the world of
extreme bliss where I`m married to a princess in a golden castle....
with plenty cattle...the sky is blue as the flowers bloom and the stars
are sparkling;Oh,yes!I`ve been here before~the apex of glory...
cool cosy water fall touching my head....De ja vu ~~de ja vu....inks
dripping on my feet...Ha!my pen~~I jerk back to life....thick inks flow
out of my drunken pen forming a sea of water on my notes.Oh!smell
of whisky fills the air.......my Sedoka is ruin.Ha!my princess in the Ca..
cas..tle..;Wha..t an illusion..Staggering..waggling...rambling, my pen
moves along.........
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