A foolish heart will never learn
The foolish heart often gets burnt
It believes that love will conqueror all
Overlook faults no matter how big or small
It believes in fairy tales and loves first kiss
Wizards, legends and magic exists
Santa Claus and the Easter bunny
Confetti, chocolates and flowers on Sunday
I once knew a foolish heart every well
Filled with hopes and dreams and wedding bells
Her friends tried to warn of a man who didn’t love her the same
Her love to him was part of his game
But she decided to give her heart to him anyway
then he broke that foolish heart when he wouldn’t stay
That foolish heart persistently fought hard to the end
Scarred and crushed, but sadly that fools heart did not win.
I know that foolish heart will try love once more
Because despite it all foolish hearts still believes that true love endures.
I really thought you had my best interest at heart.
Now I see, you were just playing the part.
Never thought all you saw
was a game to try and beat.
Never actually attempting
to get to know me.
All you needed to know
was that I aim to please.
And that I've searched my entire life
to find a love I could keep.
Convinced you were so true,
I didn't catch that high horse seat.
Because you were kneeling down on it
so i could almost reach
Swore it was prayers you wanted to teach.
But you just wanted to get me down on my knees.
Said you loved watching me while I sleep
Because it was the only time i looked at peace-
but it was more so just to be a creep
I wasn't able to cry or scream
From the violence in my dreams
Flashbacks of what was done to me
in my traumatic past,
said you kinda wondered-
But not enough to ask
Predetermined prostitution
Selling out to make it big
Gendered, soulless horrification
Getting greedy to feed the pig
Horrifying landscape changes
Maintenance of status quo
Antagonistic soul estranges
Burning embers afterglow
Disregarded foolish notions
Swept along by blood and greed
Fanciful and dark devotions
Haunt me now until I'm freed
Set my soul for resurrection
Save me from these dire straits
Bounded by a predilection
Tumultuation this creates
Take me now into the darkness
Hold me down until I scream
Fascination with the harkness
Close my eyes until I dream
Disregarded foolish notions
Swept along by blood and greed
Fanciful and dark devotions
Haunt me now until I'm freed
Take me now from this indulgence
Take me to the doors of death
Feed me to the sweet effulgence
As I take my final breath
There are a lot of mysteries, anomalies and such,
things that seem to have no explanation why they are.
One of these (above the rest) that makes me wonder much -
is how the foolish crowd is made of people who are far
from being foolish on their own. Yes, people who are good.
Yet somehow when they’re in a group, mysteriously they change.
It’s something I suppose just really can’t be understood.
Yeah, something that is general and it’s nothing short of strange.
For every group of size (the more there are, the more it’s true)
is full of gossip, foolishness, and cold judgmental spite.
The group does things that what its members on their own would rue.
Collectively I guess they lose their sense of wrong and right.
And this anomaly has been the case throughout all time.
It’s something that will surely drag you down, if it’s allowed.
So maybe it is time to get yourself out of that line,
and make sure that you’re never part… of the foolish crowd.
midnight has struck
joy into sin
shame like a veil
conceals where I've been
a bird in a cage
free from freedom
and all it enslaves
wings clipped
to keep me from harm
all would I give
to fly in the storm
His voice is sweet,
My heart skips beat
And then I leaned towards him
To kiss!
A soft-landing impact,
Hits my lips,
Like a butterfly setting wisp,
My stomach tightened in knots,
Which really hurt,
Then I pushed away,
As reality comes to takeaway.
At night, death's dark whisper resounds
Chasing dreams, with bloody sweat unbound
Awakened by fear, his heart does pound
Beholding death's spirit, all around
By day, sleep flees, a rare reprieve
For he has slain it, with restless grief
A little slumber, a shout of doom
Forever haunted, a troubled tomb
Through "Baba Gbonka's" dark, deceitful gate
He sought wealth's shortcut, a fatal weight
Riches accrued, but health did flee
Mansions built, yet comfortless, he'll be
Luxury furniture, a hollow pride
Restricted to a mat, where he must reside
Strangers receive his charitable hand
But relatives, a forbidden land
Conditioned to spend, with daily strife
No peace, until his target meets life
Marriage yes, but children, a denied bliss
What's affluence without peace, but an empty kiss?
Who shall inherit all his earthly gain?
To what account, when his soul's laid to rest in pain?
The scripture says, "Godliness with contentment's the gain"
A truth he forgot, in wealth's vain, hallow reign
Every morning the town drunk would walk past the general store where all the farmers gathered to have their coffee. Day after day, the same farmers complained about the weather, the high price of fuel, politics, and how bad their wives always treated them. One day the drunk told a joke and everybody laughed and chucked a coin into his beggar’s box. The next day the drunk told the same joke. This time only a few people laughed and tossed a coin. On the following day, the old drunk came by and told the same joke again and nobody laughed. The old farmers told him that he’d never get anywhere by telling the same joke over and over again. The old drunk smiled and said, “Neither will complaining about the same old things.
When making changes
Complaining will never work
Actions are better
We dig a hole deep enough
To swallow our entire future
All while our lover giggles on the other end
Of a senseless phone call.
We chase the moon and shoot for the sun
On a night when the stars hoard their light
Just because our lover is bored of the night
And we stumble around until daybreak's light.
We weave words into a piece
We joyfully call a poem, a lullaby
Because our lover is tired of the usual
Boring ways of saying "I love you."
We are indeed fools for love
Shunning the words of wisdom from above,
For our lover loves that song—
The sound our heart makes when we flatter.
Love is so blind, in folly it confides,
Hoping that all will stay as it abides.
Love is unyielding to breakup, betrayal's art,
While reason pleads in vain, playing its part.
Love is a flame, it in the darkness guides,
Through storm and strife it in the hearts resides .
Love is a fortress, which protects against the sorrow's dart,
Sometimes it heals the wounds and mends the heart.
Love is a journey, in the memories of past it glides,
In laughter and in tears through the life it strides.
Love is a mystery, it is unending chart,
A cosmic dance, a work of art.
Hamas and Jill Stein
perpetrate great crimes
co-promote genocide, these two
against all Christians and Jews...
Jill Stein protests: She’s Jewish!
Yet she is a Jew so stupid and foolish
to let herself by Jew-hating terrorists be used
The days were brighter then,
When without the slightest effort, I’d succeed in making a good impression.
Now it seems no one knows me to be “good”,
How will they? I’ve hardly provided any proof
I used to swim in an ocean of praise,
And I’d bring home what I perceived to be, good grades.
My smile-wreaked of genuine ecstasy
Now it seems to be impregnated with melancholy.
Desolated and a mess,
I’m losing the best part of myself.
I feel as though I’m burning out like a candle,
One, I fear won’t ever rekindle.
My passion, I know has not yet, been misplaced,
Even at my darkest hour,
I refuse to let years of hard work go to waste.
It’s foolish to even think
That I’m on the brink
Of failing to chase a legacy
Created by the so-called “old” me.
To great lengths I’d go to get that girl back
And as I’m latching on to the faintest hope of getting her on track
I urge her not to abandon me and depart forever
Because I don’t know who I am without her.
Why do some people prefer to spend money
Have restless days and sleepless nights and
Climb mountains or risk their life and health
Just to put others down than to work hard
for their own success?
Its like jumping a high cliff just to hit and kill someone, not minding if they kill themselves too or like dragging someone to a cliff, not minding if they themselves fall
What in the world are we doing?
Who are we trying to beat?
It seems like we live our lives running,
as if we are losing our seats.
We never stop building up towers.
We never stop spinning around.
We never stop piling up into piles
everything that we’ve torn down.
Is it that we are pursuing
happiness, like the old phrase?
Or are we chasing the concept of such
blindly straight into the grave?
Somebody please in all honesty
look me right square in the eyes
and tell me the lifestyle we base it all on
won’t ultimately lead to demise.
It’s happened throughout all of history,
each nation eventually falls.
So, history repeats and we all lose our seats...
chasing happiness into the wall.
A female flinging foolish frowns away, affably allaying a fray.
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