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I always thought that we'd be together united as one for all eternity forever hand in hand soulmates, soaring in the see through the heavens, feeling the gentle warm kiss of the Sun on our faces and the cool soothing caress of the moon on our backs
at peace and in love
one day without warning are sky suddenly darkened its hue and electricity filled the air
lightning and thunder stormed there menacing selfs through our once peaceful skies and from nowhere it came
a single bolt of lightning White Lightning that was to become the catalyst of our fate
it struck us apart, wounding ever so deeply, not only our souls but splitting or entwined hearts in two
in the pain and confusion our hands are separated
and like inexperienced lovers we reached out for each other with no light to guide us
my hands frantic, afraid and desperate for yours
Your hands? I felt them ever so briefly like feathers as your fingertips brushed mine
hoping to find what we sought searching anxiously for a hold instead there was nothing to grasp accept the dark still air
all we wanted was to be as we were but this was not meant to be
Oh My Love all the gods in the heavens heard my anguish and pain filled screams as a plummeted to the cold dark planet below alone
startled and frightened by the visit illusions haunting my dreams I sometime later awoke
opening my eyes ready to confront this unknown yet I could not see without the strength of your love I was simply blinded
searching you out I crawled in my misery across infinite measures of that cursed barren dirt
time truly had stopped for me now A mere second seemed to last forever and I am quite certain that all time since the creation passed me by with every move I made all that seemed to make my heart continue to beat in its torn and ravaged state was my deep aching need for you but what was left of my being after that cruel and uninvited storm was merely a shell of all that you loved
only you have the power to heal me to make me whole again I must find you I must keep moving forward however lonely and painful the strife maybe for we must be together once again as one, for that is how we are destined to be, soaring endlessly through the heavens soulmates hand in hand. The Sun kissing our faces in the moon caressing our backs
This Is Called 'Stay Strong Baby' It Is A Song, And It Is Soul/ Jazz/ Whatever You Wanna
Call It. Its Deep, And Soft, And Smooth, Sung Low In A Way That Brings Shivers Down Your
Sprin, Tingels In Places You Havent Felt In A Long Time, A Beat In Your Heart Just A Little Off
Tempo, And Goosebumps All Down Your Arms. This Was Written By Me, For Sajdah And I.
And Anyone Else Who Gets This And Can Feel The New Orleans Blues Crawling Over Their
Skin. Please Enjoy.
Baby come and share your tears
me and you are both crying here
lost our men
lost our souls
dont know where else to go
we're finding now
that we're broken down
dont know where to be
without our babys
oh oh oh whoa
whoa whoa whoa
So Dry Your Tears
Cause you and i are both here
Stuck in this land of love
with out our men to hug
And baby please
just stay strong for me
cause ive lost my mister
and i can barely see
its the water we're staying above
on the hopes of returned love
mmmh, mmmmh,
mmm mmmh mh mmmh
babys off on a fight
our men took their guns tonight
going to shoot down somebody
gonna find their no longer free
but baby dont they see
that we dont care bout no body
cause they made a crime
stealing out hearts
one at a time
oh oh oh whoa
whoa whoa whoa
So Dry Your Tears
Cause you and me are both here
Stuck in this land of love
with out our men to hug
And baby please
just stay strong for me
cause youve lost your mister
and you can barely see
its the water we're staying above
on the hopes of returned love
mmmh, mmmmh,
mmmmmmmh mmmh
mmmmh mmh mmh
and now dont they see
how much we're missing them baby
cause without their touch
we're just not enough
and with out their skin
baby we feel like nothing
without their kiss
its only them that we miss
mhmm mmhmmm mhmmm
but
we
must
stay
strong
strong
strong
oh
we
must
stay
strong
strong
strong
oh baby
oh baby
hear me
calling to thee
a jailbirl song
baby we knew all along
but we need
oh its you i need
I needed you all along
Cause its our men that we're missin
our men we aint kissin
our men we cant sleep without
oh baby just come back
just come back now
just come back now
just come back now [hold last note]
[[end]]
Form:
What a fella what a lovely fella happened their way
What a generous fella to kindly offer all these gifts and his services for free
He was of the mind to give them some of his grub
But he waited until it got rank and mouldy first
He then offered them a sip of his tea
But thought it best to spit in it first
He was generous with his backhanded compliments
never missed a beat in his dance of deceit
his two faced stance well maintained to entice the flies to his web
Bothered to put on a show to appear likeable and relatable too, what a gent
As he knit picked at their lives and put a spin on every word they uttered
he meant to gently pump them up for intel for reasons known only to himself
A mission that sadly bounced hard and flopped
For that last bit I blame who ever created the character of James Bond
Has the likes of him curtain twitching and meddling for dear life
Convinced every foreign woman wants to get their mits on them, I mean resounding yuck please!
His exotic fare he elaborately served on a bed of fake pleasantly, seasoned with a dash of bogus laughter
He seemed appalled that they could be handed a chance at anything at all
before he got to take at least ten more chances that he doesn't even need
God forbid anyone else aside from him gets any upliftment
Joy should start and end only with him and his kin
and compassion should only ever be pointed his way
He enjoys his loot only when others stay beneath him, and thrives when disparity amounts
There is a hole where this man's soul ought to be
And that's if it was ever there in the first place
Maybe all he ever had is this humongous gaping emptiness
that he has to fill at all odds because its eating him alive
It seems it can only ever be filled by him generously spreading misery and contempt
He tries to fill it with greed and a haughty demeanour
Little does he know it will never suffice
Somethings no amount of wealth can ever buy
Maybe he never got enough hugs as a child
I mean one might be born into abject poverty
but it never stops their parents from raising loving compassionate children, one hug at a time
Sometimes that's all a soul needs to thrive
What a fella, poor fella with a stone for a heart
and pockets weighed down by gold
Form:
Here's a song lyrics that incorporates the themes and ideas you provided:
[Intro]
(Sensual R&B beat starts playing)
In the old world, where grandeur reigns
Luxury and opulence, the elevated trains
Royalty and high-class, a world apart
Where the elite reside, and the wealthy start
[Verse 1]
I'm feeling like a king, got my crown on tight
Maybach music playing, it's a royal night
I'm sipping on the finest, got my feet on the floor
I'm the master of my fate, and I'm asking for more
In the Great Basin, where the Shoshone roam
I'm the Snake Indian, with the rhythm in my bones
[Chorus]
Snake you up, snake you up, take you down with flair
Snake you up, snake you up, got the sensual beat in the air
Snake you up, snake you up, moving to the rhythm and the sound
Snake you up, snake you up, got the luxury all around
[Verse 2]
Northern Paiute people, we're co-located in style
Federally recognized, our tribe's worth your while
We're dancing through the night, with the music in our souls
Our traditional settlements, where our ancestors made us whole
From the mountains to the valleys, our legacy remains
We're the royalty of the land, with the snake's deadly games
[Chorus]
Snake you up, snake you up, take you down with flair
Snake you up, snake you up, got the sensual beat in the air
Snake you up, snake you up, moving to the rhythm and the sound
Snake you up, snake you up, got the luxury all around
[Bridge]
In the old world, where the grandeur reigns
We're the modern-day royalty, with the Maybach music and the gains
We're living life like kings and queens, with the luxury at our feet
We're the masters of our fate, with the sensual beat
[Outro]
(Sensual R&B beat continues to play)
Snake you up, snake you up, one last time
We're the Snake Indians, with the rhythm and the crime
Snake you up, snake you up, it's a royal affair
With the luxury and the opulence, we're leaving you impaired.
Note: The lyrics are written in a way that pays homage to the Shoshone people and their culture, while also incorporating the themes of luxury, opulence, and grandeur. The repetition of "snake you up" is meant to be a sensual and rhythmic element, rather than a literal reference to the snake.
Onward I go
taking a step further in search for peace
liberation
freedom from deceitful misery
that obliges with the scent of insecurity and intimidating inevitability
of a world filled with so much insincerity and atrocities
Onward I march into the freedom of liberation for my soul
away from the scenes and thoughts that blur and numb me further away from serenity
I dance to be beat in rhythmic synchrony to the compelling forces of the ice-like
crystallizing waves beneath
I soar in dancing tune to the dancing echoes as heavenly avatars unknown respond in
gliding showers refreshing soaring approaching in response to reclamation of what is mine,
what I need, the essence of me, defiling defamations, constructing inhabitions
smothering my way to a world my soul awaits to see
Onward I march under showers of salvation
as I become one, reborn, to that eternity
watching as the gloomy clouds unfurl slowing into hollowed receptions in this glacious
zone sewn with inscriptions gluing green
Onward I dance, setting an index of redemption ready to fly
as I embark on the journey of the unending road
running in-between shadows opaque that dissect reminiscing with thoughts embezzling what
is mine
desperate I resuscitate transacting with the world I want to see
feeling sounds of the inevitable cooling whip-like lashes of my tainted being on this
mountain of mine
I feel kisses tingle on me in hallucinating dignity
through nature’s beautifying eyes of rescue
as it sets my sight worthy of each of its corresponding flickering flashes
setting my conscience loose as I ascend, fly
come
and
watch
me
free
as
I
fade
growing
in
diminuending-crescendo
with
the
wind
Form:
My dreams were that of nothing but your kiss.
A lingering essence soothing frayed edges of my heart.
Heaven couldn’t breach the wonder of your touching
hands. They tickle memories invoked by the scent of your breath
against my cheek. This is but the taste I crave every night, every time
I feel days too long since you’ve returned the other half of my soul.
The awe and wonder will never cease, mated souls
Destiny declared to me, that our love and fated kiss
could bring forth in our lives eternities timeless
bliss. I never knew that which seemed to be a heartless
world would provide a love that would become my very breath;
for surely I would die each night if I couldn’t wake and touch
your beautiful lips. For they are but the substance that touches
me to this world. They spew forth the nectar that feeds my soul.
With you I am Queen Nivea, crowned in baby’s breath
about my brow. A midnight summer's eve of magic kissing
the air about our pallet. In sleep I hear our heart
strings shimmering our own melodious melody of half time.
In you arms my slumber is light, every time
you nuzzle my nape, asleep yourself, your touch
stirs my blood from half doze to a stuttered heart
soaring reach. It's the dust of twilight that moves soul
music through our heated blood. Your fluttered kisses
wafts into this hot dream to wake me with a fairies breath
riding my senses like white fire. Though our breathing
may be labored, this is not a frenzied moment, languish in time
and savor the bouquet of miracles brushing your moon kissed
back. Miracle that you are the only one who could soften my touch
from the warrior I tried to be. You alone brought life to a soulless
husk; the balm and solvent that softened my calloused heart.
Now fully aware I reach to find your heart
beat, and find it shuddering to the pace of my breath.
Caress the plane of my face and nape as our souls
unite. Whisper the language of lovers every time.
Just never stop this Shakespearean dream touched
eve, our very reality exist based on this kiss.
Though our hearts beat in all consuming time,
your the force of my breath. You are my grace touched
body of life, my soul, who feeds this void with a kiss.
Lost in this abyss of shadows, I walk aimlessly through the darkened path.
My cry echoes into the vast emptiness, only to return to my lonesome ears.
Belong here? I do not; I am just an alien trying cope,
Struggling through this hellish world and all its hazardous slopes
Demons swing their claws and crack their whips, trying to break my stride.
Others might have fallen to their powerful claws or thunderous whips, but not I.
Fighting back, bruising my knuckles, I slowly advance.
I fight for every inch and battle for every foot, but I wonder, do I really have a chance?
My feet become heavy, like iron shackles pinning me down,
And my once unchangeable smile is nowhere to be found.
Is this where my fragile soul will finally be laid to rest?
Or will this old, damaged heart continue to beat in my lonesome chest?
Many of moons and seasons have passed since I have appeared in this reality.
Honestly, I would rather choose death than live another day in this insanity.
Filth fills this world and curses the good, while evil tirelessly tries to crush it.
The demons slyly speak, convincing the weak and destroying all that do not fit.
When will the evil that has plagued this world be held accountable for its abominations?
Will there be any one that will refuse to yield to the whispering liars and their temptations?
Has all good been morphed and mangled to fit the evil mobs sense of good?
Or has the righteous grown silent, scared to speak what they know they should?
If this is true, then I have seen something worth my heartfelt tears of my deepest of sorrows.
Because I am certain, that the sun on the horizon can only bring more evil tomorrows.
So I will try my best to be the voice of good, against all odds I will hold my ground.
I don’t know if my life will change anything in this failing world, but I cannot sit still and watch it drown.
So I will face the struggles and brush off all of the dirt thrown to insult,
I will charge the walls of the evil kingdom and lead my final assault.
But if nothing else, let my life serve as a beacon of hope, proving that good will never go mute.
And I will proudly stand for what is right, for what’s good, and for the original, honest truth.
I wish the writing pad can contain all my feelings,
I wish the tissue will be enough to wipe the tear on my face,
I wish I can continue playing the love music we shared together,
I wish I can look into your eyes one more time and assure you of my love.
You appeared and disappeared.
You became visible; but faded away so soon.
The moments were short lived.
The love we felt for each other evaporated.
It vanished into thin air.
Now we both live in the memories of our past.
It was one month, one week.
Oh! I wish we would live those moments again.
Those moments that made us forget our painful past.
It was one month, one week
But they were split seconds that cannot be traded on a silver platter.
Moments we look at and cherish.
Moments we would both hold in high esteem.
How we lay by each other,
How we shared ideas together,
How you hugged me,
How I held you and didn’t want you to go,
How you shared your past with me,
How I shared my future dreams with you,
How I felt your heart beat in the comfort of my arms,
How we expressed our emotions through words and care,
How we playfully attacked each other,
How you said I Don’t Know,
Every time I ask a question,
And how that made you earn the title – IDK.
It was one month, one week,
But those were golden moments that cannot be erased.
Our love story has a future.
A future heavy with miraculous stories.
One month, one week,
Was what we shared together.
The love we shared was pure as ice.
But Fear set in,
Panic took over,
Uncertainty played on minds,
Now confidence is lost.
That cold night,
When the moonlight,
Failed to appear,
I saw in your eyes tears.
I would not forget how it hurts you,
But you said it anyway;
It’s all was over between us.
‘’I love you and you appeared to me like an angel
But am sorry, I’ve to let go’’
You said, with your eyes filled with tears.
It was just one month, one week.
Our love story has a future.
A future heavy with miraculous stories.
My heart is bleeding,
And I know yours has a deep cut.
Let’s not let our friendship rearrange,
For true love is not sold in a market.
It is hard to come by.
We can live the dream
Of one month, one week again.
For I know our love for each other is not yet finished.
I've heard that endings are for lunchtime, college careers and birthdays, Once they come around, they're wont be other times quite like them. I could feel your heart beat vibrating faster each time my hands made a movement to press against your waist, and then slowly silence itself as soon as our arms dressed each other like heavy winter coats. I could've sworn that narrow arms stretched long like highways & interstates; long enough to make you loose sight of custom made licence plates with letters that spell out nicknames. I remember my tire-treaded arms could wrap around your two-laned-traffic yellow dash marks so that you could feel the friction of protection keeping you just enough away from a head on collision. Bumps in the road and all; we always kept going straight. The path seemed endless, but I guess a rubberband heartbeat can loose it's elacticity without another set of arms to bounce back into. So I snapped back with both hands on the steering wheel before crashing dead into the reality you no longer wished for. Lord, I needed your direction. I just wanted to get my life back in the right lane, & it looked like using my father's shoes to accel and the yellow pages for a booster seat wouldn't cut it anymore, so I had to grow up and accommodate my life for a few years of extra leg room. Hit the ground running, move forward and don't give up can sometimes be premature reminders that you just got your licence to live your life again only but a few months ago, so don't rush into something you're not ready to reach for yet. Let your legs grow. Allow your heart to beat in the steps of a one-two rhythm again. Realize that knowledge is power, and free your mind from the slavery of hands twisting at your spinal cord, and words that whip you into emotional retardation. Tell yourself your value is weighted more than the trouble inside the baggage you carry. Take yourself out on a lunchdate. Graduate from one stage of living to the next. Have your birthday cake, cut out a slice for a loved one and then smash your face in it like a toddler would. Follow in your Creator's footsteps, and He will direct your path.
Enjoy the path ahead of you.
The future is in sight.
I am positive mindset
I'm your rescuer
when you are in distraught
Lifting you from the ground
So you can touch the cloud
And see what lies beyond
I'm like a soothing balm when your heart breaks
Covering the broken pieces like a duvet
To prevent you from diving in the ocean of hatred
So you can embrace forgiveness
And see your ex past their own mistakes
I'm your comforter when you are in distress
When you are down near to your grave
I make your heart beat in gratification of Allah's grace
So you can embrace the inevitable end and cherish your remaining breaths
Seeing your death as a change in phase
Not as existence unjustly erased
When you feel ugly and out of place
I quickly fill your mind in a haste
changing your mindset
To what will serve your interest
I am a fully armed soldier
your knight and unfailing saviour
Fighting to free you from your negative ideas
That have suffocated your mind
Killing your dreams with asphyxia
Some people call me
Self love others self esteem
But I say I am none of them
I am their backbone The master of all
I am positive mindset
I am an art
As well as a science
I'm not a rocket science
But can alter natural miene
I can transform a lousy mate into a mighty lioness
I'm neither fair nor black
Not a Nigerian or a native of any clan
My kingdom reign in the minds of men
I am faster than a lightning wave
I can make worthless feel worthy
Mindless turn mindful
Hopeless turn hopeful
I can even turn
A pessimist into an optimist
I make people draw strength out of their weakness
Unlock mysteris our of their myseries
I am what makes baba buhari contest to be the president of Nigeria despite a record of three consecutive failures
I am what made Bill gates invest in his ideas ,thanks to me you have an iPhone that makes your life easier
Don haka ku riqeni Dan banida tamka
Inkun riqeni kun kama tudun dafawa
Zaku daukaka dukda sharrin maqiya
If you embrace me success will chase you
If you repel me sadness and failure will French kiss you
Without me you'll be in despair
Without me the world is going nowhere
I am positive mindest