Ostrasized, baby I am ostrasized
But still in doubt, should I laugh or cry
Passing by, friends look at the other side
Perhaps they’re too polite to say bye-bye
Occupied, my time is never occupied
I am the master of my every day
Stay awhile, why don’t you come to stay awhile
And we’ll be busy wasting time away
Lovely place, I live in such a lovely place
But now it drowns under tons of snow
In winter haze, I look to see your frozen face
Let’s kiss our frozen lips before we go
Ostrasized, oh baby I feel ostrasized
Disparaged and depressed without a cause
Not surprised, oh why I’m always not surprised
When through my head the westward gale wind blows.
In midnight hush where shadows creep..
A voice not mine disturbs my sleep.
It whispers secrets through my teeth..
And moves my limbs from far beneath.
My hands are not my own at night..
They scribble names in candlelight.
A stranger's laugh slips from my throat..
A shiver clings to every note.
The mirror shows a war inside..
Two faces flicker, one must hide.
My eyes, once blue, now flicker black..
They vanish when I’m turning back.
It knows my dreams, it steals my skin..
It worms its way and burrows in.
I fight, I plead, I scream, I pray..
But it grows stronger every day.
The people say I’ve changed my tone..
My gait, my stare, the way I moan.
They see the twitch beneath my grin..
They sense the rot that grows within.
And when I sleep, it walks and feeds..
It writes in blood, it plants its seeds.
A shell I’ve become, cracked and worn..
My body possessed since I was born.
So if I speak in tongues tonight..
Or claw the walls with all my might.
Don’t try to help, don’t come too near..
The thing inside is always here.
Occupied Minds
Looking into every minds, no mind is free;
every mind is occupied with something.
Wicked minds are occupy with;
hates, angers, discrimination, evil plots, and war;
yes, war that kills the innocents.
cardiac arrest, hypertension,
increases as our minds never;
stop to occupy with numerous things of the world.
Your mind is occupied, their is occupied; my mind is occupied with;
things that shorten our days, our mind occupied them all.
Some minds are occupied with love, romance, dating,
Wealth, job, investment, corruption.
Only few minds; are occupied with the sufferings of others.
Our minds is like the dust, that can’t do without particles;
To live longer and healthy, filter your mind.
What occupies our minds, kill us faster than disease;
Filter your mind, then its dust will not cause you death.
Freedom to our mind, freedom to our soul, freedom to all diseases;
occupy your mind with God’s word; His words empty all our worries.
- Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel Brown.
The occupied
Never negotiate
With the conquering invaders
He will think
You are pathetic and ask for more.
He will respect you
If you refuse him
And have contempt
If you give way.
If he built a house in your garden
Is constructed on your land
Eventually, it will be yours
You sign no contract
You gave no ground
In the end
The occupier leaves
Defeated
By your steadfastness.
Must keep my mind occupied;
On God, I have always relied,
Bring us through thick and thin,
Then He will save us from sin.
Songs sing so we can inspire
Ocean bottom to top of tower;
Much to me will always mean,
Creating an elaborate scene.
God has given us many things
Love with happiness He brings
For us to appreciate and share
Times have been hard to bare.
Talent always have so much of;
What you play will always love;
For your greatness shall yearn
Back again want you to return
No matter wherever you are,
Will always be our shining star
Glowing softly in morning dew;
Those like you are only a few.
Jim Horn
have never denied
computer keeps me occupied
and my brain in stride
Occupied in complex
Silence
If i'd be in your mind
Would i still feel me
As an idol of your heart
Writing prints in beats
Whole of the world would hear-
All the answers are within you,
So please don't ask me.
You know all the answers;
Just look hard and see...
The brain is so complexed and
You know why,
For the answers are within you;
That ain't a lie!
Before you ask others-
What this is about,
Hint- Find yourself friend;
You'll work it all out.
Giving you a clue-
Look inside!!
Speak to you soon,
Occupied.
The room is occupied
Because someone is doing
Their occupation
They are the occupant
When they talk about occupancy
Not seeing me, you say
But I’m here everyday
Because you look with physical eyes
You miss that which my soul disguise
But I’m still here, still living, still breathing
Other tasks to which my minds in-keeping
My priorities set, but better yet
Entwined in things I won’t regret
Make your mark
I’ll make mines’ too
But until then, do, stay true
As a boy, I'd find my father
sitting in the pitch dark living room,
cigarette aglow, as I'd pass
from my bed to the bathroom.
Did the boy consider, at that late hour,
what plans or fears occupied the man?
Not at all, nor did the man share
with the passing boy what he thought.
Now he's gone. Back from that piss
and many another, I can well imagine
the mystery I must be to my son.
Has much changed but the date and where the man fought?
Most men, most times, abide in peace,
leastwise not always angry or afraid
they cannot save their children from the gas
or the abyss about which God lied.
Yet, when the boy dreams through the room
in the movement of his body there's a sleepiness
to make the man weep for himself, his father
and the boy who comes to the darkness unafraid.
EMPTY OCCUPIED CLOUDS
Look into the clouds
Tell me you saw heaven
Or you didn't see anything?
If yes, What then is within?
On a conjecture,it seems nothing
drifting across slowly
looking very empty
But is there in a fountain?
That one you will be doubting
But where from that drops,
no one dares counting?
pushing researchers to field
confusing people with theories under shield
You have sweetly occupied my mind
Each day I awake thinking of you
I imagine your beautiful eyes
Your luscious lips haunt my inner thoughts
I imagine holding you close in bed
Kissing and caressing in my dreams
Each day brings us closer together
Each day we explore one another
As we proceed slowly over time
Our passions kept secret and discreet
We have lost control and went off track
We always return even stronger
Your presence is truly a God-send
I belong to you and no-one else
You have sweetly occupied my mind
My lovely partner and sweet best friend
© Copyrights G. Jones 2006
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