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We opened a book that started with the name
of our country.
The right side was numbered corruptions and the other side was numbered greed & bad leaders.
We burnt the stride of our bodies into aches and dreams waving away fire and foliage of silence.
Women learnt to carry portrait of bodies of their dead children on their shoulders, beautiful corpse.
It reminded us of the civil war in front of our Father's betrayed house.
It reminded us of lyrics written on the walls of our Hut with a framed keys of memories.
Love that taught us to look back into our heart and draw current of men in their ignorance in search
of a better home than those bridges we burnt.
Things like the pains in the eyes of a boy,
Things like the tale on the lips of a girl,
Things like sadness in the soul of a mother painting the images of her lost children in prayers.
Those strange tears stranded between chapters of the smoke as they travelled to the lonely cloud,
With the echoes of our forefathers last libation
Like the voices trailing from a boy's name for the lost of his prestige.
There are things that we may not know that leave our footprints to our heart through the opening in our nostrils and ears.
In our land was where a boy once stood on the face of the sun, his shadow reflected on a mirror.
He saw his future carted away by his fears.
Lost girls found in his assaulted plights
Trying to find home in a shark's mouth.
They hold water from the oceans together basking their hope on the traffic of women holding their bodies and leaving their dead for survival.
We do not live in the moon!
We do not whisper to the wind of the song we
heard him sing every day!
Of things that come in white and black are
like our straying country weeping with the
images of the masses.
Like those corpses brought back to BENUE.
Those images are the images of darkness projected by a big screen of the sky to our eyes.
Our names burnt into different rivers holding different tribes that seek for freedom.
We wrecked our testimonies to bleed blood with flames to suffocating cities surrounded with pity.
Those things on white are the way we were built but the black demons corrupted us all leaving memories to sneak our hearts into dark places where mischievousness can take over us.
©John Chizoba Vincent
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Etchings upon my heart, so profound in time
These hues, colored so bright, bringing out an array of light
This love, in healing softened my existence and allowed me to trust
Yet sad, as we parted for the differences were evident and pained;
pained by the physical was he, as I would watch him sleep
curled up in a fetal, his hidden small frame
Today, no evidence of the cancer, and I thank God for the blessings!
I am not selfish, as he moved on to passionately live
For he needed the things in which I could never provide
Someone once said to me that they had a normal life
and it might be a good thing to try
Yet I find my travels amazing and the people I meet daily in life
I smiled gently, as I refrained my opinions publically
leaving them pacified that yet somehow,
there was a bit of encouragement that they had left me
For in this world filled with filth, money and greed among things
It is something I've always refused to conform to really
Sometimes I wonder about him, as I sleep on this life's pillow made of concrete
For I know many struggles, yet I know the Lord is showing me
The easy way is not always the best but the path less traveled
enriches the spirit
At times my flesh reeks of the sinful spoils, that I cannot deny..
Some look upon the stars and ponder great loves gone by
Some think that true love will just fall out of the clear, blue sky!
I say to you now, love is a verb, indeed, I know this to be so
and sometimes after the valleys, our rotten fleshly ways
I awake in the darkness, at dusk, awaiting the dawn to arrive
In the silence, the wind caresses my skin and I remember a different time
and I breathe in deeply to keep the moment that soon I will have to exhale,
with a somber farewell, as my heart hopes for another moment in time,
lest I am left with the depth in my soul to carry of loves tragic goodbye
So, these lessons in life are sometimes blessings in disguise
I know not, why God shows us the things he does each day
I find peace, though I am much different than most, I know
One day the Gallo may be requested for me,
and my more than average, unconventional ways
I merely ask for one thing,
Please do not greet me with pity, along my passing way
~Someone said to me once, they had a normal life and it might be a good thing to try~
The Sounds of Silence
By: Simon & Garfunkle
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence
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With a Little Salt and Lime
Hello Jose my old friend
I've come to guzzle you again
The party started before afternoon
I started sipping on you far too soon
My last SENTENCE I fear was slightly slurred
(Vision blurred)
Forgot to EEEET----my breakfast
They look with pity upon me
'Can't hold his liquor', they agree
Now I'm weaving when I try to walk
Senseless babble when I try to talk
Then I feel the NEEEED to flee to an old-oak-tree
(To heave and pee)
but cannot LOOOZE---- my breakfast
Did not like his tone at all
Got myself into a brawl
I quickly put him in his rightful place
Broke his knuckles with my pretty face
Shoulda’ had my OOOATS but didn't so alas!
(I kiss the grass)
and now my ASSSS----is breakfast
In the morning I awake
moaning with a bad headache
Bright-sun glaring through the window pane
I whine and whimper in my wretched pain
In the next room a TV-is-blaring
and screams in my pounding-ear
(No thank you dear)
Believe I'll PASS on----breakfast
*Moral of the story: Never drink before noon OR on an empty stomach...
You completed me before in the past; however, now, you h-
hurt me…you hurt me emotionally and emotional pain hurts the most
(You lost the affection we shared that I adored – oh Lord of accord – she
fooled me…spread butter to my toast & let me swim coast to coast)
Show me God’s glow and please be humble – don’t boast…spread butter to the
toast…I wish you and I could have a cup of tea and buttered toast
I’m in your shoes; now, let me grow
I won’t let this disdainful pain show
This shame bestows woe upon my soul
My heart is scorching like coal
My heart is beating like the drums in the night
I know why I feel depressed – everything’s black and white
CHORUS:
I will squander my time now and forever
(Are you an evil, fallen angel?)
Until I meet you eye to eye again
Our departure came to soon…our future’s a blur
(sarcasm: Oh you must be a sweet, beautiful angel –)
Come on & get out of the lion’s den!
Release me…I need to let go…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
Release me…let me go with the flow
Let me grow and see…the light at the end of the tunnel
There’s other fish in the sea…
Hmm, torn apart by your heartless departure so true
You didn’t even say anything to me…you’re not my cup of tea
I was bright with you alright, holding hands with you
Before you left me out of the b-blue – you see?
I denied Him for a long, long time…where are you since you got out of the lion’s
den?
Goodbye, my once precious friend!
Friend! (now, you’re a foe…I am lost & found)
Release me from the woeful waters, drowning me with pity time & time again…
time & time again
I guess love is the end…the end.
End. (you let me go & I am…gravity-bound)
CHORUS:
I will squander my time now and forever
(Are you an evil, fallen angel?)
Until I meet you eye to eye again
Our departure came to soon…our future’s a blur
(sarcasm: Oh you must be a sweet, beautiful angel –)
Come on & get out of the lion’s den!
Release me…I need to let go…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
Release me…let me go with the flow
Let me grow and see…the light at the end of the tunnel
There IS other fish in the sea…
A group of princesses who show their strength in various ways: music, astronomy, fashion, fighting, speech, art, etc.
Whoever said that Princesses can't be strong is oh so very, very wrong.
Because even though we still have much to learn, inside every princess, a strong fire burns.
And she shows it in many ways, from her words to her dresses and the smile on her face.
They just show their strength and love in whatever way they're most proud of.
Some Princesses like to give their heart to making pretty and shiny art.
Some Princesses like to look up high and watch the stars in the night sky.
Some Princesses like to knit, from scarves to hats and cute little mitts.
Some Princesses like to dance and sing, and spin around in graceful rings.
Some Princesses write a lot, and write down every dream and thought.
Some Princesses plant pretty flowers and tend to them at the oddest hours.
Some Princesses splash mud all over while looking for dandelions and clovers.
While some other Princesses like their dresses, and like them clean and with no messes.
Some Princesses really like the sun, and want to be friends with everyone.
Other Princesses really like to fight, and really, really like the night.
Some Princesses like a ton of pink, and really don’t like things that stink.
Other Princesses like to wear purple and black, and there's nothing really wrong with that.
Some Princesses like to hug their friends, but others take a while to befriend.
Some Princesses like scary things, while others like cute fairies with pretty wings.
Some Princesses are different, yes, but they all live with strength and kindness
And they all try to be their best whenever they're put to the test
They're brave and loyal, and faithful, too, and cheer friends up when they are blue.
They're all strong and all so beautiful, and in many ways so kind and wonderful.
So don't look on them with pity, for they're well aware that they are mighty
For a Princess tries, always, to be more than shallow
And often, she is stronger than you could ever know.
In August when the days are hot,
nights are cool, men are shot;
fooling with another's wife
too many men cut with knife.
Walk a street some evening
time is late and no one's there
even moonlight stays away
even stars no longer stare
no one sees what happens then
when night is finally here
darkness is, to good, no friend.
it brings us instant fear
something there is lurking closely
waiting for a passerby
something soon will happen then
someone, much too soon will die
it happens often in the city
people read it in the papers
glancing from their eyes with pity
into windows of their neighbors
could it be the one next door
the lady living down the hall
probably someone's second cousin
murder sometime visits all
we blame it on the homeless ones
no friends or family here
they must have surely come undone
they always seemed a little *****
when day restores the light
we clearly see so well
all memories are gone of fright
the visions lost, of waiting hell
but lately hatred is emerging
night to day in bright lit sun
dark to daytime crime is merging
murder now is just for fun
feelings so transparent
no more secrets, no more lies
daily, lives go errant and
another sadly dies
justice constant breaking down
people fear our law's abuse
order is to chaos thrown
there seems no more excuse
what to do when all else fail
just grab a loaded gun
join the crowd and fear no jail
give in, amuck to run
more victims than the victimless
more criminals than caring friend
a country that's a holy mess
soon headed for its end
pray all neighbors learn to love
pray to mend all broken hearts
don't wait for saving from above
it is with us that healing starts
we are the ones
for whom we pray and wait
we are the ones
whose futures we create
we are the ones
to fix us at our core
we are the God
that we've been waiting for.
In my youth I recall
A song by Pink Floyd
Called 'The Wall'
It Discussed
Where Fear Resides
Deep Inside
Behind Tortured Eyes
I suppose I should have mentioned
A Berlin Wall
Of Cold War Tensions
It Arose To Demarcate
Philosophical Differences
Of Nations States
Killing People
It stood topped with razor wire
Machine gun towers
From which to fire
Cold Grey Concrete Slaps
Separating A German City
Owner Occupied via sights
It lacked anything to do with pity
But then after all
What are walls for
But to surround and enclose
So those who build them
Can wriggle their toes
Sleeping safe in summer nights
Ignorant of outside fights
Man has built walls
For generations
A Chinese One
A celebration
Hadrian
When all said and done
He built one and not for fun
So now today we hear the news
About how politicians
And the media
Wish to steer our views
An american
Working hard
Uses one as an election card
And what about Greece
Where Walls of Wire
Now are preventing release
Of a situation so dire
We changed its name
From part of humanity
To being a refugee insanity
For what we know
Because History
Tells us so
Is that Walls appear
When we live in fear
And are unable
To find an answer near
So what does that say
As we wend our way
In Wiltshire and Sunny Somerford
Do we raise a glass
Yell Kiss our 'hand'
Accepting no human brotherhood
Can fit in our Porsche
Is that the correct course
Is it at all feasible
That civil unrest
Will create a test
That overflows our peace
Bringing War Near
And Not just Greece
So I'd like you now
To take a hand
Of someone you love
And imagine
If you'd take a stand
Join the push and shove
To save them
For each wall now
Each brick
Is a mark of fear
As it rises tall
There are no surprises
For we hide with walls
Whats on the other side
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Chronic pain is a darkness, personally endured
Persistently battled, for suffering's ensured
It's constant plague preys on the mind, goading your torment
like misery designed
Not long ago agility was free, now
the price is too high for a defeated body
The inner-self suffers from deep scars too
With pity and sorrow there,
swallowing your truth
So a quiet despair lives deep inside, oppressing desires for a life that's denied
No one understands unrelenting pains skill, to take a life's worth
It's essence, to kill
It's faithfully consistent, at a cruel steady pace
ruthlessly taking, once dignities place
The depression and anguish won't free you, you're sure
so you can't see recovering, to be who you were
No one perceives, or grasps the extent
So you won't share your agony, complain or vent
For someone's wise words can't understand or feel, that comparing or blaming
won't give power to heal
And to support a response, from them, a hard sell
They can't fathom this feeling, your existence in hell
In 'your' mind it's a place, they'll never be
This burden, this pain, they'll never see
It's really so sad and torturous to see, someone unwilling to try,
to be free
We all have our circle of pain to endure, to think your alone
is ignorance or... martyr
To reach out for help or advice to improve is the only way to sanity
this life to live through
If lucky, eyes will open and like words of a poet
You'll see through deaths eyes, so realize and know it
Things are their best now, for they'll only get worse
Must figure it out, before your journey's end curse
There are others who suffer but still carry on
knowing their time left is going to be gone
Work through your battle, to win over, by then
Take mind over matter, like its something you bend
Do what you need to and get out of bed
for soon, the matter won't mind...
All your pain will be dead
Relationships are special
Where break ups are rough.
The reasons you loved them
Become why you leave.
A special bond shared,
Destroyed from the roots.
You become haunted
By what you both shared.
Where once lay adoration
Turns to resentment
Of two souls who
Once promised each other the world.
You can’t hear your favourite song
Without thinking of them.
Every place that you go
Is tainted with their scent.
Dancing in the rain
Is now too intimate for you.
When the sky pours,
You no longer feel happy.
There’s the absence of clothes
In the other half of the cupboard.
Only your shoes
Sit in the doorway.
Your regular waitress
Hands you your coffee.
‘It’s on me,’
Said with pity.
The taste of your food
Is nothing but bland.
He took all the spices
That belonged in your kitchen.
The bookshelf is empty
And you don’t know why.
There’s only one book
But you were the reader.
It’s highlighted and marked,
With notes in the margins.
You’re donating it;
It hurts too much to read.
There’s no food in the fridge—
But that’s a lie.
There’s food in the fridge,
Just too much for you.
The milk is expired.
When last did you drink?
He was the coffee person
Every morning at six.
You stare at your phone
With an unintended hope.
It's not going to ring;
He won't be calling again.
You tear off the poems
Lining your bedroom walls.
Toss out clothes
You have no reason to wear.
(They’re too big anyway.)
Your hair is too short.
Bob to your chin.
It makes you look old
And the blond doesn’t help.
Your roots are showing,
But you can’t wait.
You just want to dye it.
It wasn’t a look you wanted.
You find your face wet,
Lay in the cold of the bed.
You’re alone
And nothing will ever be the same.
Inspired by 'Cut my hair hair' by Mico.
"300"
But this won't suffice..
"It isn't exotic to pay such a price"
How my sleepless nights and joy forgotten
If this isn't sold my family shall be trodden
The society seems correct when they say
This "mere hobby" will not pay
What special lies in these brushes and blobs
They say
And I like a fool listen in dismay
"Anyone can sketch and smear"
But who does understand
To me my canvas and strokes are dear
Today I have a family to .. feed
This brush and a small thin paper was my toy
Oh! How much I loved painting
Nature felt like a colouring book
I admired God's painting skills
sitting by the clear water rills
But my father-his hands knew stone
A sculptor of the village yet unknown
With chisel and hammer, he carved with grace
Yet despair always shadowed his face
No one saw the Gods he shaped
The lifelike eyes, the figures draped.
No one paid for his gifted hand
For art,they said,was worthless and bland.
As a naive child I thought
I would not face what he had seen
But here I am
Sitting beside the road with eyes so keen
Looking up at passers by
Is there a heart to listen my cry?
My paintings layered with dust they stand
Painted by a hopeless hand
I bring them here
I take them home
In my mind despair begins to roam
Do I betray my soul to survive?
Or betray my family to keep art alive?
People stop, people see,
Their gazes filled with pity for me.
Someone halts, someone asks,
"What’s the price?"—a moment that lasts.
"1000," I say, hope in my voice.
"Huh," he scoffs—like I have no choice.
"300," I sigh, lowering my gaz.e.
"Okay, sir," I nod, masking the pain.
For a man who has faked a meal outside,
So his family could eat with stomachs satisfied,
Tonight, perhaps, I’ll finally sit at the table,
Not as a starving artist, but as a father—stable.