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If I fall short of your expectations, if all I can do is cry,
If the words don't come out properly, but you can see the love in my eyes,
If my soul cries louder than words can explain, yet my love and heart remain close,
If silence is the only way through while in my heart I already know,
We are closer than any every day conversation, and the rhythm of love is our tune,
Erasing the assumptions without judgement, giving less room to move,
When all we have ever known and seen is just that, over and over again,
And instead we choose not to lose that love, and silence becomes our friend,
When we value the other so deeply that mere words cannot even describe,
The connection means more than anything after we see the love through their eyes.
I’m trying to get over you
I try my hardest to not think of you
It’s really hard when all I wanted was you
I’m in so much pain but yet I disguise it with movement and productivity
I can’t stop thinking about you
I keep thinking if I find someone else I’ll get over you
I keep telling myself it should be easy to get over you
What am I supposed to do?
We argued over and over again but we always came back to each other
I wonder if you believe that we were made for one another?
I can’t get over you
I know that no one will love you the way I do
I know no one will love me the way you love me too
Yet here I am
Too stubborn and full of pride to contact you
I guess I’ll just spend my days upset thinking if you’re with someone else
Knowing I’m the one you need and that I’m the woman of your dreams
I’ll just lay here thinking of you
Thinking about if you miss me too
INSPECTOR ABUJA
Wonder why when abuja...
has proved over and over again..
that hes capable of just about pullin..
any stunt from his warped brain..
abuja became a police inspector
chasing thief complete with a gun..
a loaded gun.. uniform police coat..
nothin below.. just police coat..and arms
credentials of inspector Abuja..
You requires special clearance
to ascertain his authority....
did he not promote two constables...
summoned to vigilantee house
real inspector locks him up..
mysterious Abuja maintains that.. i..
i am an inspector.. high level clearance..
no one knows why the good inspector
let the fake one go.. hushes.. say the doors
refused to lock abuja up.. or may be the good
inspector lacked level 5 high security clearance
So they let abujas go
now hes claiming. hes
best by merit. based by merit
deployed policia militia generaia..dpmg..
Lewis k Nyaga
Her spirit died, she was not born again,
She found herself falling, calling, screaming for help,
She landed on a murky rock surrounded with volcanic eruptions,
Where ever she turned, souls were experiencing invasive destruction,
Her name was written in a Smokey haze,
Her cell was wide open and forces pushed her in,
She was instantly aware of all her sins,
Her flesh began to melt and peal
Then, it healed
And once again pealed
Tormented, over and over again
Cankerworms slowly dug their way in
Sinister laughter’s hissed all around
“You were lost and now will never be found”
Her spirit died, she was born again
She found herself floating in a foreign land,
Iron Gates stood before her eager face,
A book made of Gold shimmered as she heard her name,
Songs of the redeemed continually sang,
And her body became absent from struggles and shame,
As she walked on streets of gold,
A kingdom appeared that she was once told about
Laughter filled with ecstasy was everywhere,
Angelic humming invited her in,
She kept feeling
Sweet healing,
Then, found herself kneeling,
Humble and relieved
“You were lost and now you’re found”
By: Sabina Nicole
One Direction is the best pop group ever,
In lyrics and harmonies they are strong;
They take me to a place better than words,
It is to them that I happily belong.
They are all beautiful to me,
But Zayn is my favourite right now,
I am in the clouds when I see him,
He’s my you and I, to him I bow.
Louis and Niall are footballers, fireproof,
And Zayn does graffiti in public spaces,
It’s not fools gold to create known meanings,
To rock almost anyone in different places.
But Harry was popular instantly, kiss you,
Little things he did meant that many he excited;
So many teens over and over again,
Such that summer love was ignited.
Previously, I would like Liam the best,
Because he had that one thing for me,
He is sporty and lived while he was young,
A heart attack was just waiting for me to be.
But now its gotta be you, Zayn,
Your vocal runs are something great,
I wish that you’d write about your art and creativity,
When no control is your date.
C’mon c’mon One Direction,
Reunite once more and wear that little black dress,
No little white lies about why you can’t,
Don't forget where you belong, just say yes.
22/9/2015
I hesitated to post this one, because I'm somewhat embarrassed about liking One Direction. But it's better to be what you are than to be somebody else. So I'm happy to admit with both my hands up, I like One Direction.
(you may notice that there's the title of one of their songs in every line)
i’ve been out of love more than in
suppressing desires deep within
trying to keep my convictions alive
but when someone gets close me
i move away so they won’t see
my proximity to the Mendoza Line
i’ve known heartbreaks who had no fear
but didn’t know when the coast was clear
and blindly tripped over moments in time
when minutes turned into hours then days
and raging lust was just a phase
i considered jumping the Mendoza line
i want someone who’s been through the wars
and see me as her paramour
to show me if love is truly blind
a lover who’s got nothing to gain
when my shaking starts all over again
and hold me above the Mendoza Line
i may have sealed my fate
buried underneath the weight
of a diversion that’s become my shrine
but for those of us who average 2 of 10
know that its just a matter of when
we fall below the Mendoza Line
“Shhhh” she whispered as the silence was broken by the tears of uncertainty
I tried to quiet myself
I just couldn’t,
For some reason I craved her, she knew,
And for some reason she kept her feelings hidden.
She wasn’t sure of what she wanted so I cried through my words
“I’ll Be here”
Pause
“I know you’re not ready yet”
Pause
“But when you are”
My eyes looked towards my feet
“I’ll be here waiting”
I heard her silent questioning
Why
So I responded with silence myself
Except it was silence in motion
I moved in and embraced her
My lips wrapping around hers
I kissed her.
She kissed back.
But that was the end of it for the time being,
And for some strange reason I acted like I was okay with it
I acted and I acted and I acted
But all my acting couldn’t stop the dreams,
No terrors,
No romantic horrors.
For many nights they brought me feelings so real my heart would leave my body and fly,
Only to be torn out of the sky and buried under the harsh awakening I had when the alarms would move my body from the night into the day,
How can you crave something you’ve never had so strongly,
How can you desire something for so long,
That you die needing it.
So every night I cried silent tears, and every day I wore a lie across my face, only broken by the glimpses of beauty I got when I saw you.
“Shhhh” I heard your voice as I saw you,
So “Shhhh” I would tell myself
Over and over and over again
“Shhhh”
"Am I Crazy?" If you can ask yourself that you're not, right?
Crazy things have been happening to me lately day and night.
Inanimate objects, non living things,
have been having with me "conversations."
Take my Buddha tea lite candle holder for instance.
We recently had one of those "conversations."
Looking out my window I came to see,
a woman whose shopping cart fell apart completely.
Scattered on the ground were all of her groceries,
it was then that Buddha began saying repeatedly,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," over and over again to me,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," he just kept going on relentlessly,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," It was driving me crazy,
"Get off your ass, get off your ass," and so I surrendered completely,
Buddha said his last "get off your ass".
granting me a moment of silence and peace.
I went down and helped her gather all of her groceries,
and gave her my shopping cart to keep.
"Hey, you're the guy who takes care of the feral cats aren't you?
I've been wanting to give you something,
but didn't know how to reach you."
She reached inside her purse and gave me a check,
$1,000.00 payable to Cash.
"I think it's a great thing," she said, "what you do,
and I wanted to give a little something that could help you."
She thanked me again and shook my hand,
"It was a pleasure meeting you,"
she said, "you're a very good man."
"Wow," I said aloud in my apartment, "$1,000.00 payable to Cash,"
that's when Buddha said to me somewhat crass,
"Aren't you now glad I got you up off your ass?"
"Come play with me,
I have all this restless energy.
If you don't come and play with me quickly,
I'll drive myself and you crazy.
My instinct is currently telling me,
to hunt, stalk and kill so that I may eat,
but there isn't any prey for me,
in this immediate vicinity,
so I run around like a maniac stopping suddenly,
to see if I've startled any prey hiding nearby me,
but I startle nothing, nothing attempts to flee,
so I'll climb your drapes and destroy your blinds constantly,
because maybe there's prey up there that I didn't smell or see.
Do that thing you do with that feather on a string,
the one I hunt, stalk and kill over and over again.
Get me chasing that thing until I am panting,
then go ahead and serve me my daily feeding.
I'll feel as if I have hunted, stalked, killed and successfully eaten,
followed by 10 - 18 hours of cat nap sleeping,
then your life can return back to normal once again."
a butterfly flew above my head, today
I said is it you O' God today
Is it you, is it you
A soft cool breeze gently embraces me
Is it you Lord, Is it you God
Is it you, is it you
And all the awes;
As well as all those wonders;
Is it you speaking through the thunder;
a butterfly flew above my head, today
I said is it you O' God today
Is it you, is it you
A soft cool breeze gently embraces me
Is it you Lord, Is it you God
Is it you, is it you
A bird flown down touches the ground
It just lit in front of me (he sits)
Silently speaking beak is moving
He's talking to me
I said is it you O' God today
Is it you, is it you, is it you, is it you...
And all the awes as well as all those wonders
Is it you speaking through the thunders
O God
speak to me, speak to me...
A baby eyes filled with joys
The trust they have is so pure
Is it you Lord, is this you Lord
O God I see the wonders of your works
I see you talking all over the earth
Yes!!
It's you Lord
It's you God, it is you God
the sunshine
the rain
all the birds on the planet they sing
you are everywhere
and everything
O God I thank you for communicating with me
It's it is you God
Talk to me
Over
Over
Over and over and over and over again...
9/23/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019