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Sometimes my soul
resembles distant horizons,
like burning stars
abandoned between
dusk and dawn.
When the
sky hangs
as heavy as
my hazy heart,
I search for a sign
from heaven
to soothe
the somber sequences
of nature blanketing
mountains of misery,
as the spectrum of
colors is full of deception.
Maybe the universe
illustrates splitting
sunsets within
my murky thoughts,
As I'm oblivious to
the rhythm of
riveting songs of spring.
I sing
tunes of autumn,
orchestrated in
black and white,
grey refrains remain
locked as an encrypted
mystery of winter land,
within
esoteric hieroglyphics
blowing as
tornadoes of hurt.
I am envious of the
sound of comforting rain,
and clouds
carrying chaos-
weeping reveries of angst.
But what if these
translucent tears
and the anxiety I
try to hide,
fall like
mists of
haunting memories,
to follow the moon-glade,
ruffling along
sterling ripples,
unravelling
jasmine compassion
across rivers of
scattered gems,
would I then feel
the light of love,
synchronize
a eucalyptus lullaby
that sketches
amethyst amulets
through
midnight fears,
to embrace these
fragile dandelion wishes,
behind metaphorical
fields of periwinkle flowers.
My dreams are fading,
whilst darkness whirls
in unending circles.
I am barely breathing,
as the silhouette of
a pale sapphire
shatters into a
sea of sadness.
For you have
cast a shadow
upon the sun
within my mind,
and all that's left
in this eclipsed realm
is the petrichor scent
of healing,
amidst
the dying petals
in my balcony,
that mimic flames of
life and betrayals.
Maybe, it is from
the aftermath of storms,
we flourish rainbow
roses soaked
in redolent incense-
roaming through
an opaque canvas of clarity.
By passing through the woods at night,
I met a mysterious creature with burning red eyes,
Staring at me from behind the mound in the silence.
His dreadful gaze flared without a single blink,
A giant in a dark cloak, moving toward me without motion.
My heart raced swiftly, as if it already knew the danger.
My mind wove countless doubts that weighed me down,
Yet I gathered all my courage and refused to move.
I looked back at him, though I felt the ground slipping away.
Then, in a heavy voice, he spoke:
“No one has ever stood firm as you do in this black forest.”
With steady breath, I answered,
“Till my destination, I shall not leave my way — I am resolved.”
He glared at me a moment more,
Then turned aside and left the path.
And I walked on with determination and courage,
Carrying the light of my will through the shadows of night.
"Ode to You"
You, the girl who learned to wear two worlds —
Nigeria braided into your roots,
England stitched into your stride.
A quiet voice that holds galaxies,
a sharp mind that slices through doubt
but never forget the softness of being human.
You, the one who stands at the crossroads:
white lab coat dreams, ink-smudged notebooks,
football boots still carrying yesterday's grass,
your hands balancing test tubes and metaphors
like they were born for both.
You, who listens first, speak with purpose.
The head girl who knew the power was more than a badge,
the sister who tutors not just with answers,
but with patience.
The youth leader who stands steady
when the world tilts for others.
You rewrite the rules —
not loud, but firm.
Not rushed, but relentless.
You are the kind of person
whose story bends toward meaning,
whose heart beats for the future,
but whose feet stay planted in the present.
Medicine will suit you.
So will poetry.
So will leadership, laughter,
and every brave thing you've yet to name.
You are not lost, nor late, nor lacking.
You are the author, the artist, the architect
of a life only you can build.
And you will.
You already are.
I am by your side,
Watching over the psyche;
See it in your mind,
Standing for you and I;
Run in for your life,
Carrying the cross aligned;
Holding me strong to dive,
I want you to die.
Toss the dice,
On the still waters;
Walk on the ice,
Over the steel lovers;
Open your eyes wide,
Enough to crush borders;
You must pay the price,
And seek our welfare.
Live up the smile,
Boldly as the sun shines;
And even when you cry,
I know where you stand;
It should not be suicide,
But a deadly night journey;
Go on by the rhyme,
And die on the high key.
The love of my life,
Is sailing by the grace;
I have to be alive,
In the steady wave;
Call the beast a liar,
And arise from the grave;
Come out from hell fire,
And rise up once again.
Take part in bloody feasts,
And die for the streets;
Wash clean your feet,
As the reverends preach;
Peep me by the nights,
As I guide the light;
On tiptoe we shall ride,
For the feel so nice.
Sing the songs of angels,
And blow them in trumpets;
Sit and fly the carpet,
Be grateful as a boy or girl;
Speak for the truth we share,
And love me through Bethlehem;
Die even at square,
And lead me to heaven.
The things that claw inside
Penetrate my soul,
Bleeding me blind
Her words makes it seem
she's trying to leave me behind
Maybe she has another...
I'm just another pawn to her devise
Will she wait on me like she'd said?
Is her words true?
I open my mind to the possibilities that lie behind
She came to me as a miracle divine
Something to hold tight to...to bring me peace of mind
But it seems she doesn't trust of me...
Because I decided to tell her my all
Something's we take for granted..
Right before loves fall
If she leaves me
Shel never will be able to replace me
Or will she??
The memories of her will haunt even me like a raging sea
Carrying me after into a rift ..into another haunted dream
God knows I need to win this fight
the fight i already won!!
But I don't want to feel like a caged lion and tortured at night!
A creature on the run!
I'm not here for show or do tricks...
No..
I came here to be a light
Not the same as before...
What's done is done..
Leave me behind if you must
But the scroll I have kept away says I have the deed to the world
Sorry ...I am what I am..
But I am arising
And for her it feels like I'm still dying!
"GOD IT FEEEEEELS...LIKE IT ONLY RAINS ON ME!!!"-METALLICA, My World
Soon I reclaim what is rightfully mine
Because my father found me worthy..
Before I was even born..
Before my parents even realized the relevance or my very name
This is what it feels.to be born again through fire and flame
And forged into a sword
Im just the main character ...
Like it or not..
See me or don't..
Forsake me if u dare..
With this truth.. destiny is a cold stare
When fears and sorrows
Cause me to weaken,
Sometimes falling…
He picks me up, carrying me
On toward the promised land
When I’m so tired and faint
I can’t seem to find the strength
Or the courage I need
To move on toward the victory
He lifts my thoughts, my soul
So that I know I can make it home
When doubts and confusion
Drown out the voice of inspiration
Leaving me with a feeling of grief
In the darkness of exasperation
He pours out His tender hope
To help me find a way to cope
When darkness falls all around
And there is no peace to be found
I struggle with my despair
The paralyzing dread that reminds me
I am stuck in this place so black
It is then… that He whispers to my heart
Wait for me, my child and sing
Praises to the Son who will guide you
To a place of solace, a second chance
The grace that penetrates every shadow
When I feel so sad and alone
Like I can’t find my way home
And the path of love is gone
He silences the despair and gloom
With a love that abides in my soul
When I can’t find my way
And all I can do is pray
It is enough to say that I’ll be ok
If only He’ll be there for me
A light that pours out before me
Reflecting the wonder and grace
That comes from calling out to Him
The One who brings hope, faith and love
A joy that silences every threat
The grace that lifts up my spirit
So that I know He is always with me
Life is never a planned ride
on a magical carpet,
that awakens jasmine
dreams lost in the brisk air.
We weave our own
zest of zephyr,
to tailor-stitch a tapestry;
buttoned with zeal,
cuff-linked with faith,
designed in silence~
fragranced with forgiveness...
We forget to appreciate
dusky clouds carrying
crooning rainbows,
when mists of memories,
shroud the lemongrass lace
of velvety eventides~
As twisted thoughts wade
through a lachrymose
web of thistles~
skies drizzle
tear-stained diamonds.
There was a time
when my consciousness
refused to seek
mulberry streaks
of halcyon light,
flickering beyond
cluttered chaos
carved in confusion,
for I've long waltzed
through drowsy darkness~
that circles around
the kundalini spirits,
stealing sacred energy
like vicious vultures
intoxicated by the
fickle flavors of
fleeting seasons.
I ponder, would I have
found clarity, if I had
abandoned the
bleeding dreariness
that dragged me
towards an abyss of angst?
Perhaps, I shall find the
sunsets that slumber
behind wintry eyes,
to heal this ebony skin
that hides bruised veins.
So tonight as I listen
to the rain serenade
the silence that swirls
between my
aching heartbeats,
I find serenity cascade
like whistling waterfalls,
calming inner-fears,
as I let go of the shadows
lurking behind the
angels that guard
enticing temptations,
tethered by false narratives.
Here in the rising glows
of ineffable moonlight,
I've seen the seven-stars
sparkling around auroras,
dancing to the symphonies
of truth interwoven with
rouge reveries of
today's twilight,
wiping away whiffs of
yesterday's blurred visions,
and unseen truth of tomorrows,
as the choir of mindfulness
orchestrates a
magnolia melody,
where every infinite rhythm
reflects the virtuous sound
of butterfly bliss
fluttering~
along mirthful chambers,
within the sobriety of my heart.
"As you look deeper in the heart
the mirror gets clearer and cleaner...Rumi"
The mirror of my mind,
reflects the years of my heart
leaving my face a wilderness
of weathered wrinkles
caused by the deluge of memories
seen on the reflecting surface
of smooth black glass
that lays in the darkness
of my mind's shadowy mystic mystery
where I see the reflection of my soul
surrounded by faces from yesterday
spinning in deeper realms
of concentric circles carrying refracted thoughts
to my mirror's glass
each time I looked inward
and see the face of my soul looking back
in the mirror of my mind
I can still feel autumn lingering in the clouds and the birds are flying restlessly about, the leaves are still hanging on the tree holding court with the squirrels in dugout boat as they wait patiently on the shore for winter to set in.
It was just yesterday that ambition turned into a clown and start running a marathon around the town wooing passion in the street and gathering what is left of the Christmas fleet.
The moisture is drying out of the air and there is little semblance of hope left over there but they wait patiently for winter to come.
The migration caravan is on the road, marching though country, city state and town. You must take your cue from the happenings around you and prepare for the master is drawing near.
A multitude of them are crossing the bridge with babies on breast, babies in strollers and father carrying children on their shoulder. They band together in groups and rest together when the temperature increased, with blistered feet and courage up their sleeve they were determine to cross over in America.
The journey has life in its feet and something unusual is about to erupt in the street, the cars are running up and down the road picking up and dropping off passengers all around, a strange heat is radiating from the sun and it is scorching the leaves on the tree and forced the birds to migrant out of the town.
when destiny is drawing near it will speak to you in many different ways. observe what is going on around you.
Sweat is streaming down my back and the chirping bird are leaving but the stubborn ones have planted their feet in the ground but they will be severely burnt from their hard headed frown.
What on earth is going on? The earth is vomiting sweet juice on the lawn, and something is forming beyond the hill, and you must sit still and observe it. The heat is fading away and winter is coming my way.
I can feel the cold air blowing in my back and something in the clouds is falling to the ground; in seconds a white world stood around me reminiscing its age-old sin.
On my golden back roads
Both sides of my road are clothed in gold,
Swaying trees carrying their autumn splendor,
And golden petals are floating gracefully to the ground.
Fragrant leaves cover the lane,
Rustling under my feet as I kick them
Into the heavily scented fall air.
Here and there brilliant reds
Break up the sunny yellow expanse,
And purple asters cluster in between,
Accentuating the bold color celebration.
On my right, I pass a white donkey grazing peacefully,
While a seriously pedaling bicyclist
Exchanges a smile and a wave with me.
Firewood, waiting for those colder days,
Is stacked on porches decorated with fat golden pumpkins.
I take a deep, satisfying breath of air,
Filled with fall scents and fall joy,
And smile.