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What if I said I love you?
Would your heart skips its stepping stones and you fall into a bottomless hole?
What if I told you each time, I see your buoyed up face as early as 1 a.m at morn in my lovely dreams
My soul, spirit and body yearns to be always around you and casts a spell against its master ne’er to leave that scene
What if I told you that before I sleep off at dusk,
I’d pick up my mobile device just to take one more glance at the dazzling angel my wallpaper harbors
What if?, you got to know that the ‘ten tails of love’ were all for you
What if, all these and more you knew?
Would you light up my world with the sun in your smile,
tell me ‘I love you too’ and ‘You’re mine’
or would it seem to you, another love confession
one of the many love words you’ve been hearing long before you were eight(a)-teen
Would you leave me shocked by the regretful poem I wrote to woo you?
I’m afraid of being broken by another kind and thus, will never tell you!
©Emmiasky Ojex
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Look at our daughters
They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers
Look at our sons
Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green people with their bad brain and laptops
Look at our mothers, fathers, the young men and alike; women,
They now have no time for their own children,
Everyone is too busy searching for just one thing,
And that is known as MONEY!
Why will a lady lay with a dog?
Or why’ll she prefer to be known in the environ as a hog?
Is it not just for one thing?
They choose to sell their body?
Why will a schooler choose to become a drop-out with no good passion?
But he’s trying to boycott hardships and hardwork
He’ll just join the bad gang
And will receive money off stealing from the innocent man
He’ll swerve off money from the fleeceable parents
And to all their good, he’ll put an end
He’s not retarded
He just wants the wealth; in anyway it comes and at whatsoever cost, he cares less!
Blame it on the money,
What is ours is now owning us,
And we still show no remorse,
As even today, some of your sons and daughters are still singing this MONEY SONG!
©Emmiasky Ojex
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THE STORY IN MY HEAD
(Sounds Of Silence)
Would I have had it any better in life?
Why would it be me?
Why would he hurt me?
He is my Father
Why would he get closer to me?
Why would he unbutton me and tell me not to shout?
and why did I not?
Why did I not tell Mom?
That her husband, my father is not the man he was once
Now, he craves for me, his product,
That he didn't do it just once
but more times that I have even lost count
I am hurt but can only speak to myself
For one word out, is hell
I am fearful not to speak, for he said
DO NOT DARE SAY ANYTHING, or you are gone {dead}
Mom, I am sorry but I each time you inquire,
"Are you feeling fine, Glory?"
I can only say "Yes Ma," a deceiving story;
I can only smile at you
For the man in front
Is not a man
but a beast who feasts
on his own kids.
I fear for my own death to not come at this young age
Perhaps, I can tell only myself this tale
Till when he is of old
and the story can then be told.
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THE STORY IN MY HEAD (The Man Sitting In Your Front)
He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that
He might’ve been the one through whose sperm I permeated into my mother’s
But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product?
And tags it a righteous conduct
To take a bite of the material to know it’s worth
And to be the first person to know what’s what and what’s not
That man sitting in front of you was the one who’s made me a shame
Since Mum caught him on me the second time, life’s never remained the same
I can’t even call my natal vehicle “Mom”
She’d say “I am not the mother of a whore”
I cannot give birth to a lady
Who’s only dream is to give birth as a baby
But what am I to do when that man sitting in front of you caused all these?
I can’t even tell you the pain I feel when someone calls me by his last name
I have to hold it in each time, in school I have to be called upon by the teacher with that name while being sane
But to whom am I to explain all these?
That the man you call my Father,
has committed murder
towards myself and my mother,
he’s sexed his first daughter
in an attempt to be the first buyer.
©Emmiasky Ojex
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Tell it to the mountains
tell it out loud that the world might hear
Wax up the steep and rugged hills, journey the valleys and fountains
tell them! oh tell them now that they are near
‘that there lived the casted stones
Let the world hear of their silent voices
‘though may come as echoes
Yet, in peasantry they live and make such loud noises
The worthless pearls have found their worth
they sought for noesis and were answered without delay
Tell it out loud for
the son and daughters of lay men are now of great names
Tell their success story
Tell them it’s not all irony.
©Emmiasky Ojex
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PLEASE HELP US
They say heaven and hell
will be the final in one’s end
But to us, we’re already there
We’re already witnessing stage one on planet earth
We’ve got so much as nothing to eat
and so to the streets, we take to feed
We just have to not die but live
since they’ll always be that caring hand who is willing to give
We’re children of those with nothing
We’re living in a place with nothing
living with a life of anything (comes and goes)
and so we too do not think of becoming something
Please, can you help us?
We don’t really think of becoming more
But you who is strong and can conceive greater thoughts
Please, teach us how we can live life with joy!
Please teach us what it’s like to be a child
To growing to youthful ages and then a fully bred man/woman
Please help us grow wise
And live our lives while on the right path!
Please, we do know we’ve got nothing to offer
and if we continue on this, we’ll grow wild
we’ll only set our minds on getting the cash
and if begging wouldn’t provide, we can just turn to rob people and banks.
Please, save our lives
For we know this we are children of circumstance
But we too want to become people of substance
and surely make impact.
Please save a dying soul.
©Emmiasky Ojex
From CHILDREN OF BEGGARS
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BECOMING EIGHTEEN
Now I can go to jail
Have for myself, a bad name
If I take the wrong steps
And follow evil men
One that I would carry with me for the rest of life, in shame
One that would follow me till I join my brothers in Hades
I fear for I will soon be leaving the teens
But no worries, for I am still a kid to Him
Now I can serve life imprisonment
For murdering a soul whether I did or did not, since I was there
Now I am a man
What will I grow up as?
A bad or a good one?
I do not know and can not say what I want
For the world is all wrong
And what they see as good is actually not
I am becoming eighteen
I will no longer be known as a teen
But an adult
Who would learn from people and life, all sorts
Welcome to the world, son
Say this to me for
all I did in the past was learn
Now we’ve gotta put what we learned to fend for ourselves
In this market of life,
We’ve gotta struggle to not get behind
Life’s gonna move on whether we like it or not
Whether or not we want it to be solved.
Now I know no thing,
Yet, I plan to and will learn every thing
All I wish to happen, I will do them
And not like them, complain rather than make wishes real.
I am and will always be ME,
May He help me.
Amen.
©Emmiasky Ojex
From FOR BOYS TURNING MEN (the personal version)
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IMAGINE
Imagine a world for no and everyone
Where we all are here to be as one and to save the world
Where we have no differences at heart despite the differences at hand
and our nations can all relate with one happy and unified mind
Imagine a place like home that is not your or my own
Where we could shelter as many people it could condone
a home with fights and get back togethers
Where nothing is left in our hearts to keep that might lead to someone’s death at night
Imagine a dreamland, not this wander-land we think is a wonderland
Where the only thing we seek is profit over feelings
Money over family and corruption over redemption
But such a land that is rich in the manna we have in our hands and give out to those who lack and never had
Imagine a world where the world knows and does right
And we could all end these meaningless fights
That has taken so many lives
Till we were so lost fighting that we forgot to take care of our dying brothers while they were alive
Imagine a world where we could reach to the next person’s soul
Let him or her know
I am here and all will be well
And we are not so selfish that we always want to neglect them
Imagine and keep doing so
Let us plant in the hearts of our neighbors what we’d all like to sow
For what is worth doing is better done well
And we can all have for each and every one of us, a living watered-well
I know that you may think this is unachievable
But what is not achievable is what we cannot imagine
For the power for us to become one is locked in
And we just all need to tap in, knock on the door and see what beauty every one of us has within.
You are not black and I am not white
We didn’t come here to be, by colors recognized
We came here to show that we can care
And that is why we all are here.
From a friend that cares,
The boy
©Emmiasky Ojex
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Hi, it’s your friend
Yeah, your longtime friend
The one whom you thought our relationship has come to an end
Just because we are now on planet earth's different end
I just wanted you to know that I still care
and thought it’d be nice of me to start another relationship trend
with you, my longtime friend
surely, you’ll have made numerous others but, trust me, we are not them
Since you decided not to call
I realized we’re both so busy that our time for old friends is none
But not us, we’ve got a special bond
So I decided to, with this message, make a call
I miss you and those times
Surely, we can’t reverse it yet it’s fine
At least I can still hold your hands and my cheek will form a smile
Or are we already too old for that?
Hello friend
We’ve been through so much
Life’s hurdles and many more
Here, we don’t know whether we’ll live so long
To meet at that time we envisage in the future
So while we still can, let’s catch have some fun
Life is a journey and not a race
We all emanated from a starting phase
And will end up going to different places
The point is, live well in the moment
and quit chasing that which isn’t really needed,
make friends and let’s live fully till our ends.
From a friend that cares
©Emmiasky Ojex
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IF NOT US, WHO?
IF NOT YOU, WHO?
In a nation filled with political miscreants and tyrants,
Led by unworthy leaders,
All moving towards the path of the gutter,
Despite her uncommon number of talented hustlers.
In a world filled with endless opportunities,
Undeniable abilities,
Despite her rich but untapped resources,
Cos our leaders prefer to make it their personal properties.
We've watched long enough from the sideline,
We've suffered enough during our predecessor's timelines,
And endured till now we've all gotten tired and worn out,
That their tongue of deceit even fears to say "Youths, calm down"
Now is our chance,
We can take a stance,
Lead the fight;
And win the match.
We've woken from out slumber,
And discovered that we're not just burghers;
But partakers,
In our political aura.
If not us, who will?
I can't expect you to fight for me,
And you shouldn't expect a saviour from him,
We all fight together, since it's on you and I.
Cessation:-
We all might not see it yet but, we are the change the nation deserves and will get.
We are the best leaders (future) all nations can and will have.
If we don't choose to be positive, how do we wanna cause the nation to improve?
Think wise, be wise.
@The boy
From #ThatFrustratedOne,
Emmiasky Ojex
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