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It sucks when you meet someone who you start letting into your heart,
Little did you know about them that it was ruined from the start
Why do people lie so much but they try to act like they're true
when you catch them and ask them why, they put all the blame on you
You made me do it, you pushed me away, you don't give me no attention,
I'm only with you, I give what I can, just a few things you forgot to mention,
I don't never abuse you, like you were abused in your past,
I thought you were different man was I wrong I never seen past your mask
I know I'm not perfect,but I think I deserve, a little more respect,
I try to please you however I can I don't know what more you expect,
Maybe it's my fault, and I am to blame trying to think if I did something wrong,
I can't think of nothing that I did to you, I've been thinking about it long,
I know there's some people who take kindness for weakness, I guess I am weak,
Maybe it was just not meant to be, and I'm not the person you seek
I hope the next person that you have in your life is a whole lot better than me,
And can please you and make you happy each day and be the man you want them to be
I know I have faults and I'm not a good person how you look at me I'm not sure,
But feelings I had started to feel for you I swear to you it was pure,
I've learned not to dwell on things I can't change and leave it all in the past,
You're not the first person I've been through this with and probably not the last,
You don't have to hide nothing anymore of me you are now free,
I'm not sure who you want, but I know one thing who you want I know is not me,
I'm not even mad I expected no less I deserve to be treated this way,
I've done bad things in my life and I guess with happiness is how I pay,
I know this is true cause I been pain my whole life this tells me I still have a debt,
Alone and unhappy this is how I must be, cuz I'm not done paying my debt yet
The thing that sucks is that I don't know how much I owe and probably never will,
I might even die alone and deprived I'll never know how happy must feel
He's forever in a rush,
eager to explore each day.
And with a liberal brush,
paints reality his way.
Flashing a smile from his heart
women submit to his whim.
And embellishing his part,
he makes it all about him.
He's the quintessential male,
and ladies beg him for more.
His rugged looks oft prevail;
it's easy for him to score.
As stories spread his deeds grow,
he steams his oysters in hell.
But before faults start to show,
he skips lunch and hawks the shell.
An angel with a sly grin,
his tall tales trump the truth.
For wading through thick and thin,
he follows the dreams of youth.
(Quatrain)
1/1/2016
Frustration grows in the minds of the old:
questioning everything that they've been told.
And seeking answers that nobody knows:
in the minds of the old, frustration grows.
Aspirations are lost in youth's shadow:
when hormones stop fueling their gusto.
And as unfulfilled fantasies get tossed:
in youth's shadow, aspirations are lost.
Time opens their eyes to the faults of Man:
and the old wonder if God has a plan.
Youth tout that love will never compromise:
to the faults of Man, time opens their eyes.
Hope is a wish, wanting more, never less:
for reality is: life is a mess.
And having tasted lobster, we shun fish,
wanting more, never less: hope is a wish.
We all have three voices ringing in our ears
Sometimes we can only hear the harmful one loud and clear
The negative, moralless, judgmental snake
the one that reminds us of all our past mistakes
Screaming about things that were done long ago
Never wanting us to just let them go
Desiring for us to be buried alive
Never wanting us to get up and let it all subside
Repeating our failures and short comings
With the intention that we will just keep running
However the voice of reason always calmly interjects
This voice is more like a whisper that speaks with respect
Reminding us that we are not our past faults
Rather, we are magnificent, mysterious, secrete vaults
Filled with treasures, some old, others new
Allowing us to marvel at what we have walked through
Speaking words of wisdom and encouraging us to succeed
Reminding us that we were made to rise above and lead
Then we have our own voice which knows what’s right and wrong
on certain days it is not very strong
It’s like a game of tug of war deep inside the mind
In this place you never know what you will find
When one side pulls towards negativity
It is the otherside that bring us back to clarity
But we ultimately decide
Each day whose advice we will override
It’s up to us to decipher what is certainly true
For there are many truths in life, but only one truth.
BY: Sabina
Contest:
reasoning
Loki:
Sigyn and Angrboda know their wyrd well
Even the far seeing eye of odin
Does even the all seeing eye have its faults?
The curse of knowledge or forgetfulness perhaps
Angrboda is born of the blood of the volva
She knows well the fates and
wyrd of men and immortals alike
The mother of wolves, my lovely consort
Sigyn my love,ever loyal and in morning
Has resigned herself to the fate of her wyrd
She too burns for revenge against the aesir
For you have transformed one son into a wolf
Only to have him kill his brother Nari
Then to transform poor vali back
Then to despair over his brother's entrails
And to commit an agonizing death
For what crime did my sons do,
Lord Odin as you proclaim yourself judge
Jury and executioner
And for what wrongs did my children
Jorgamundr, Hel, and Fenrir do
They were but kids when you had them
Imprisoned for Half Fashioned prophecies that
were made by three old wise women,
Have they not had their intuitions
misinterpreted before…..
So my children pay for my mistakes
You aesir who claim to be fair
Is this the famed fairness of the aesir
The destruction of my family
Driving us apart
I think that hardly righteous or fair
The land, where gods once trod
Has kindness withered, lost to rot?
Naivety is not kindness
Trusting is not blindness
Adoption is not a taboo
It is not a crime to have a tattoo.
They crash big trees with veins withered bare,
And all we do is see their dead remains in despair.
They whisper on women, they murmur on the state,
They chatter on the rich, they grumble on the poor’s fate.
They buzz with gossip, they clink their glasses,
Yet fail to see the love that passes.
Their hearts thump with envy, cold and stark,
Yet miss the warmth that lights the dark.
Our income’s judged, our errors scorned,
Yet mirrors crack, their faults ignored.
How dark their hearts, a devil’s delight,
Their words hiss darkness, quench his night.
Kindness is not hard to spread,
A little understanding won’t steal our bread.
ODE TO A NEVER RECEDING ECHO
For Onyebuchi
Day and night in an eternal combat.
A truce : the eternal cycle of night and light
Lost in the ruse of an eclipse.
Where is the truce in the ruse of going and coming?
You found yours swinging on that threshold,
Where udara tree dances to the choirs of the wind.
Then you bend to itch the scratch.
The debt of birth repaid too soon.
Where lion wimp and head dancer limp!
Crippled Aligo!!!
Have you journeyed through the chart on your palm ?
After a drunken sip of prerian spring.
Soured tryst with Sophia.
Cherubim through the umbilical returns
To the progenitor?not conceived! Unborn!!
Halo on rusty hair sits.
Or was it your iyiuwa. Unburnt
Pleat, unpleat then pleat…
Under the star-apple tree,
Where all roads meet
Do not live on the threshold
Stay with me, ignore the whispers of these shadows
Itching your feathered cap.
You have sucked through this nipple time dry
Leave her, now flaccid, bosom. see she shrieks.
Head of the Baptist shrieks
Superfluous gift for many half Christs,
Too proud for Baptism.
I wonder why?
A pine piercing the sun
Withers at the descent of a dozen, score moon.
Eleodimmuo it is you I am calling.
You, eternity lost in time.
A dance to a never receding echo
If now is dusk, I hope the echo stays
At least,for me, a pedagogic star.
While the magi?me, beside the manger wait
For the birth of light.
While owl hoots dove’s lullaby;
Vulture hatching in eagle’s nest.
You are my Ogbanje, my forerunner
Even if the lips of days hums dirge as they pass
Now, Soldier ant from the udara returns. again.
Matching, invading my tryst, feasting on a depleted layer.
Futile to chase; deliberate in pace
Need I learn this tune?if it never rest?
Fallowed stream bites as dreams cradle me.
The black thing chants Ogbanje, Ogbanje and I sign
At this never receding echo.
In memory of Onyebuchi
If you in dancing to, faults, my beat. see a fore admission of a mortal's fallibility
Uraoma Nwannem
© Chikwado Nwattah . 2014
UNTITLED POEM 10
PEN BY: OWEN HAMALALA
I am that toxic lover
That's why I choose to hide from the face of the earth
Oho
Yes am the downfall of every love story I ever indogied myself in
Cause I just show off my pride
Yes am Mr heartbreaker kid
That's the truth I won't deny
when all My promises were never to
Hurt you
But now it's a dream comes true
It's all my faults that can't deny cause I
Find pressure in your down fall
Am two faced
Doubt me not I'm that romantic person
But yet with a fake smile
I know am the
source of your pain
Day and nights tears rolling cause I choose
To hurt you
Even if you leave am the one to be they in your dreams hunting your like a scary movie ?? and if are tired of our love story ??
Of insanity be assured am like the sand and sugar that is mixed and never separate
To all my lovers you are my slaves that's my
They call me a toxic lover
Am a prest that preaches about love
But yet my heart is cold ??
I preach about adaulty but yet my neighbours wife's and daughters I chese around like a cut and mouse ??
Please please don't think this is an apology
to my slave lovers it's just to
Let you know that dreams we're never meant to come true when wen you are with people like me.
It's a pity that our love story ends like a bloody movie ??scene ??
Awesome love
We are awesome loved
We have the same spiritual Father
In spite of our sinful self
Father loves us still and yet
Even more so extremely impressive
We're His children
He's so endearing
Ourselves staggering
Our Father's heart for us is extraordinary
Incredible His love for us
Indelible unconditional forgiveness no judgment
No resting on our faults nor my distance
I am his darling love
I'm not worthy but yet I am I am
I was disobedient I've fallen yet He picks me up
He's my Daddy
Loves me much miraculous
Jesus saving Grace phenomenal unbelievable
My Father loves me so unconditional
Forgiveness no judgment
No resting on my faults or my distance
I am His darling love
We are awesome loved
Ee have the same spiritual Father
In spite of our sinful selves
Father loves us yet and still
We are awesome loved
Hallelujah
12/28/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Perched upon a bed of sand
The oceans fury rushes in
Flippant sea foam at my feet
A misty breeze embraces my skin
Tonight I dream of unknown love
And cast my wishes one by one
Carried out by rolling waves
Then captured by the setting sun
While gazing at the fading stars
I whisper a nightly prayer
Please bring me a loving companion
With whom my life i’ll share
I am searching for an honest heart
Possessed by a gentle soul
Kind, loyal and sincere
Someone to make me whole
He should be both strong and brave
Yet able to express emotion
He’ll love me through all my faults
And give me total devotion
I hope that I’ve not asked too much
And that you’ll consider my request
And with that said, I close my eyes
For some much needed rest
Feeling the warmth of the breaking sun
I awoke with a pleasant surprise
Looking down upon me
Were a pair of emerald eyes
He was all I ever hoped for
And so I called him Prince
On that day two souls united
He’s been with me ever since
So when it comes to granted wishes
I tell you, I am a true believer
Cause when I asked for a loving companion
God sent me a golden retriever