Today I am so glad to be alive
Give thanks; that I have made it through the night.
Against the odds again I will survive
To take you on, I won't give up the fight.
You thought you would just take away my sight
And of my very life you would deprive,
But I won't let you claim me, try you might
Today I am so glad to be alive.
And I am making plans to help me thrive
Because I have awoken with insight,
My strength and courage I will now revive
Give thanks; that I have made it through the night.
A brand-new day with hope my future's bright
This fear of death; I'll let my mind archive
Just reach into my soul with all my might
Against the odds again I will survive.
For never more my doubts I'll let contrive
To bring me down or shudder at your sight.
These demons from within, away I'll drive
To take you on, I won't give up the fight.
And therefore, take my pen so I can write
Forever on and upwards shall I strive.
Just trust that everything will be alright,
And greet each morning, when I do arrive
Today I am so glad to be alive.
What hope works so hard to drive
the fittest life to survive?
To reproduce, endure and keep their species alive.
To contrive with such unyielding will and drive,
when entropy works so hard to deprive
them of entry onto Heaven's beehive,
and the keys to the door when they arrive.
They lack enough within of things to consciously derive
hope beyond their instinct to revive
a life crushed by Earth's forces one to five.
Sweetness Ordained
Can you remember
a smell
or only a fact
Can a bakery
in passing
free a memory lapsed
A sensory
flashback
its sweetness ordained
Olfactory joy
surviving time
— and the flame
**
Breathing Closer
Death
I hear thee coming
but still see thee not
Death
your chilling shadow
Atropos casting lots
Death
breathing closer
inhaling my soul
Death
by day silent
— the darkness extols
**
Dark Symbiosis
You heard me whisper
I heard you cry
You tracked my footsteps
which bade goodbye
A star crossed tandem
in shared release
Dark symbiosis
— of love’s retreat
**
A New Calling
Don’t ever let life
deprive you
of what only
death can claim
Each day of excuse
and diverted
dreams
will lock your hope in chains
Only when final
divinely
inspired
and stepping through the wind
Toward a new
calling
and fresh paradigm
— are we blessed to rebegin
**
Those familiar faces of the days far bygone,
The curious, eager looks and the mind blank,
Sometimes, nay ,often haunt and then dawn
On one ,when casual life plays a wont prank ;
And capricious events and happenings drive
The credence ,faith and the sanity to deprive .
The tears in those little gleaming,narrowed eyes
Meant nothing, yet something of pain for sure ,
While the plain empty smiles beamed otherwise
Of retreat or return to the shell and to endure;
The feel of relieving content being just denied
To the little ones who morph as they are pined
To cry and groan till the wail stretches and yond,
And settle with the helpless sigh of exhaustion ;
With some toy or sign for a change ,or a fond
Apt relation to regain the realm of lost caution;
To self-console and revive ,the in drawn shy one
Transforms its own existence to keep up the run
Possessions and life secure centred in the core
Of fear infinite and abstract ,ever trying to aver
And to drive the hurt tender soul to slyly abhor ,
Not knowing the upright from the unjust fervour,
Picking up random values,seeking things sugary,
The stern phase of childhood slinks in to memory
Hey black friend, why hate on your brother
He is your brother not an enemy
When you all strife for a befitting life
How then is it a sin for another to strife
Kojo was a sweet soul with ambition
That would break a brick to hustle aright
Struggled to keep his sister’s dream alive
He milked his hustle so much that it blossomed
But upon his rise, came a blightful malice
From colleagues, all to deprive is worth
And seize his reward
Somewhere in Kumasi
A beautiful dream lost its spark
Kojo,his mother’s lover
Called in joy to say mama I will be home with bounty harvest
But there in Kumasi
Gruesome clan of debtors ganged up to dim his light
Poised to withhold his harvest
Somewhere in Kumasi,Kojo breathed his last
Right in the hands of his oppressors
The joy of motherhood, stripped in day light
Somewhere in Kumasi
Hate defeated humanity
As Kojo’s grieving mother, still awaits her son’s return.
My rare good brother
Thank God's grace for another
Year aside bother
Candle like cigar
Facilitating this far
Light each shining star
God brought you anew
Of much crying raining dew
Cum glory long view
Into yielding year
Of pleasing grace; seed career
Beyond time unclear
I dedicate all
To the going; smooth-rough's call
May you never fall
Reading your chest box
I only read paradox
Which assumption locks
But how I do feel
Hoping that my praying kneel
Gets barriers unseal
That worries be gone
Be left off sorrow and morn
Like newly Christ born
Happy birthday boy
Celebrate grace and enjoy
Atmospheric joy
Found within the soul
Love awakens to make whole
Which hate can't control
My own precious jewel
Life might be tough and seem cruel
We would be refuel
To stand it and strive
In Him found what life deprive
Of us not to thrive
Sing series of song
Let the weak become so strong
And dream new along
Feed unto your doubt
Out of nothing, a turnout
Of shocking layout
More gracious life's smile
To screen historical mile
More than written file
Being a professional
Being at your very best
Seems encouraging and great
But it's awesome being of part in someone's memoir
Getting a job is great
Well skilled to work for hours
Really making edge and thriving better
What's more like your growth in personal
Mondays through Fridays
Busy over works
Sundays to prepare for the new weeks
Let your Saturdays be for impacts
Mine used to be for rest
Sometimes for reflection
Most times to invest on personal growth
How I wish it could make a definition
Changing lives
One person at a time
But sports get me deprive
Of making out for the prime
It is never too late
If a start is not good enough
A new start
Will worth a desiring end than coping with fluff
He No Window
In this piece of art
Work
Send it out
In his ark
It's shut
Filled in over wars
A budget
Send it out
Arts out of phone piece time
Been begun in trains?
Speaker of a house?
If a subway can't prevail
I exit words
Birds visit
Nearby, buy nearer the trial
Improve the station
As I begin duty on leave
Always deprive my arrival
Beyond satisfaction
Request inquisition
Dramatize the surrender often
Often surrender opens upon lies
The mourning regrets it's opposite
Buy mid days breadth, talling the
Tomorrow
Job Description Board of the Middle East
The Sniper - not Palestinian
The Bomber - not Palestinian
The Thief - not Palestinian
The Terrorist - not Palestinian
The Child Killer - not Palestinian
The Burner of Tents - not Palestinian
The Group that blows up Hospitals - not Palestinian
The Rapist - not Palestinian
The Blocker of Humanitarian Aid - not Palestinian
The Exploding Pager Man - not Palestinian
Plant Bombs in Toys Job - not Palestinian
Booby Trap food on the starving - not Palestinian
Deprive Water to the Starving Job - not Palestinian
Genocide Promoter - not Palestinian
Financier of Genocide - not Palestinian
Propagandist for defending burning Babies - not Palestinian
Killer of Journalists - not Palestinian
Using Ambulances to murder civilians - not Palestinian
However all these positions are open
apply in Israel
they need more persons with zero morals
death is their only currency
This is my life
My life that the whiskey did choose
This is my life
And she my long suffering wife
Her bruising left too many clues
These bars now deprive me of booze
This is my life
For the millionth time I implored
the memory that I adored,
the only girl for me,
"I'll love you as long as I'm alive,
but, alas, how can I survive,
as you, from me, your love, deprive?
My love is all for thee."
For the first time, it gently spoke,
memory's ghost to a heart that broke,
"Listen close to me.
No one else can from you, deprive.
Your true love is within, alive.
It's time for it to grow and thrive."
And thus, it set me free.
Must we constantly ask ourselves,
" Can we live without being loved,
without being held and not feel cold? "
Have we become trees without leaves?
Without being loved is the scariest notion,
is it our fault for believing in the magic spark
that makes us weak and surrender to passion?
Aren't we afraid of deep silence and dark?
Don't be alluded by unrealistic fantasy,
it'll carry you away to dreamy worlds;
be bold enough to separate it from reality...
keep what has worth, never break promises!
Without being loved is the scariest notion,
no nights under sheets, no sweet whispers;
can we imagine sleeping alone for long hours?
Wouldn't loneliness deprive us of wild passion?
Darling, come closer to me, feel wanted and inspire;
draw near and far stars to us, their brightness is joy:
I am ready to kiss you and make you tremble with desire,
no night is more perfect than this one, it's pure harmony!
A sad truth is upon its way..! This un-election day.?? Should
This carry through; will birthdays be next too?
Its hard to contemplate? I have to say.! Can an elected
Government of Britain, allow such? For under juristriction they
Were voted in, as law stands.' How can they then deprive
Other men?
Are they in truth then 'not lovers? upholders of law
Based elections; in Brexit Britain.?
You are become a dodge of love, My Dearest…
Or there are arrows other than my own,
That would entendril you once they have pierced,
That will deprive you of a higher throne…
Yet, I'll not Queen you yet, before time bends,
And you are sought by sots who drink perfume,
For I will know, before, what are your ends
And I will read the threads upon your loom.
There is no other, better man than me!
And yet, you dodge my arrows all the while,
And tell me you do stay while then you flee
Or come these paradoxes to beguile?
There is no better arrow at the ends
Than tells that we be lovers and not friends.
NO MAN IS COMPLETELY FIT
( Onyenekperechi )
No man is completely fit
Strong enough to exist without exit
Often we sit close to the deep pit
Falling low at the slightest hit
The healthy man does not push death away
Likewise the sick man does not make it stay
Death looks for all made of clay
Bringing them to lowliness with their decay
The young is old enough to die
To lie in state is a position anyone can vie
That I will die is a truth I can't turn to a lie
Death is a belt that I must tie
The next second is uncertain
Can turn gain into pain
Can deprive a ship of its captain
Can take away that which you cannot regain
Waste no time in doing the good
The standing tree will soon become wood
The handsome man is already termites' food
The living man running out of blood
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