Dead on arrival
They speak alot
Their mouths never stop talking
I wonder what they have again
To say now
Worst of all how do they still manage
To continue talking to us
When their actions speak louder
Than their words
So is not new any more
That before they get to us
Is clear and obvious that their idealogy is
Dead on arrival
Dead on arrival
They love change
Always they love to change this
And change that
They claim to be the chosen ones
The ones with the true visionary
To continue changing what is at
Their own interest
Never for our growth
This stories never end
In the third world countries
It keep repeating tenor after tenor
Season after season
Time after time
They always pass the ball around
And keep keeping their deciet alive
At the cost of our lives
At the expense of our future
At the devaluation of our worth
So is not new any more
Of who they are before
They get to us their ideologies
Are already
Dead on arrival
Categories:
idealogy, africa, corruption, hope, humanity,
Form: Epic
Life is all about living, never always it's about money.
May be for a few it's about money, but not for every one
Some times life is all about power, for some people it's all about position.
For many people in the society life is all about living, getting their bread and butter.
No body can define life because it's an individual style of living, his, her goals, idealogy, ambitions never same for everyone who live in the society.
Life is all about living because we are all living organisms, part of nature who have come on to this planet to live for few days.
Life is all about living
It's never about chasing currency
It's never about power, position
It's all about living.
Hope all the human being on planet earth live their life, love their life.
For few it's all about money
For many it's all about bread and butter
For some it's all about their position, power, protection.
For a few it's all about looking, following others
It's never the same for everyone
But for all as we are living organisms it's all about living.
Categories:
idealogy, inspiration, inspirational, inspirational love,
Form: Free verse
Brought to the river flowing around a cracked stone,
The idealogy was framed to derive a clone,
With inner urge of chewing a decayed bone,
Replacement was done for new headship at home,
Determination has stationed her modul excellently through a pone,
Tried all her best to play a father's role,
Working with peace,I never hit her with a blow,
Children kept digging for their hidden gold,
And we gave our all to make them bold,
Circumstance have laid on me heavy load,
Lost my job on good road,
So I begun serving as a woman in moan,
The story was laid pathetic below what is being shown,
Her friends influence empowered her to do so,
Patience was a prudential virtue I chose,
Truth about our marriage was misplaced on many folds,
But thankfully when life got rightfully thrown,
Everything became hot to melt fallen snows,
After we've made relay of responsibilities in gloves,
Her state of fatherhood was wrong to hold,
And my heart for motherhood is badly known,
Understanding each other now even on a phone,
Never will we nurture complacency to scone.
Categories:
idealogy, adventure,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Peace is the best politics
Peace is the heart of victories
Way and its idealogy are the best pleasantness
.
literatural Academy of cultures
Flowring soul of societies
Its philosophy is extensive
Best live political
Beatiful Of every Challenge
Accordant with existence law
Heavenly Confederacy
Godhood order to existence
Categories:
idealogy, animal, peace,
Form: Free verse
A bandoned, abased facing failure
C alculating catastrophic paper
R ecycling thoughts recreate some ideas
O bsolete thinking antique panacea
S agacity scripted by greased lightning pen
T ablespoons filled with some of that cayenne
I dealize the idealogy of wise men
C onsider acrostic power write again
Thanks PD for the challenge
Written: July 14, 2014
Categories:
idealogy, funny,
Form: Acrostic
Holding on to that which brings me down
Idealogy with logic that maybe I can turn it around
How low must I crash before I've hit the end
Stubborn, hearted fool, don't believe in your friends
Cling to the false lies/ the ones you hold so dear
You can carry this load so there's nothing to fear
BUT.....what if, for a change, you could share your load
And have peace like no other, something you could never behold.
Give in to his love for his mercy will suffice
There is no love greater than one of sacrifice
So no matter the hearache, give it to the Lord
For he can help like no other/ whether your rich or poor
Seasons will come and seasons will go
But there is always a saying that you should learn to know
The Lord will giveth and he will take away
But his love for you will forever remain.
Categories:
idealogy, faith, life, love, passion,
Form: Rhyme