You painted yourself,
right into your true colors,
washing away the black and white,
with your very own brush,
softest strokes first exposing
that light in your eyes,
the brightness that had lain dormant
for eons, like a bear cuddling
in a dark black cave,
until it all rushed out,
a flood on a canvas of white,
with rainbow colors underneath
rising to the surface
after your innocent country birth,
when only a doctor and your mother saw your tiny face,
hands clutching at air,
witnesses to your perfection,
until the years dimmed the palate,
and the dark soil of a landfill of fear
flung the blossoming down,
dragging you into a tight cloak of ignorance,
back again
to black and white.
broken vals , and wedding rings , seems like a mean deep place to be as long as you follow the devils dream in the society of untold made uo lies, wake up again today .
still seing the same old world spin ain around us .
it time to go bck were the land was free.
were i could roam down my dusty hughway not following the speed.
to the light we shall be like the rockets already set up for anther creatin that someon dreamed .
life is nothing but endless time.
sit around and watch it click clck !
I'm a creation....
Creation of mankind.
Creation of man who call himself a father.
A man who only knew me for sometime.
I'm a creation of man who did not even care about my whereabouts.
Creation....of a self centered.
Arrogant and a selfish man.
A careless and fearless man.
Creation of a man.
Im a creatin of man...who didn't even bother about my happiness
A man didn't even care about my future.
Creation of a man who don't even know me
I'm a creation of mankind.
Creation of the King in Heaven
I'm God's image
I'm a creation of mankind.
:: Oke Iroegbu's Halls' ::
I want to be a sword
Give me a brass-smith
Mold me please... Mold me
I want to be a fish
Freedom of those depths
In the last frontiers of the Earth
I want to be a fruit
Come taste my puddings
Just bring a spoon- no bowel
I want to be a pen
Drawin pictures that lives in my mind
Creatin stories of Oiroegbu Halls
I want to be yur ...
Pulling yur hair all day
Waitin for yu to wake up in the mornins
I really want to be a story
In like the Arabian nights
Of bravery and of determination
I want to be a nutmeg
Makin yu cough all day*lol*
Laughin at yur red face*tongue*