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Lazy

A lazy man sings
Of how much work his desk brings,
But too lazy is he 
To do anything but sleep. 

A lazy man gives 
So many explanations, yet still
Nothing, nothing but sleep. 

A lazy man's wish 
Is to one day be rich
But not a day does he
Sow, so he can reap.

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What They Want

Greatness craved me
As much as I wanted it,
Success sought after me 
More than I could ever think.
The caliber of people I wanted to meet,
Sit and speak with,
So badly wanted to see me.
I wanted good things,
Just as they wanted me.

They all wanted me,
As much as I wanted them.
They all wanted me,
More than I wanted them.
They all wanted me,
But not this undisciplined version of me,
So I grew into the version they wanted of me
And grew into much more than I ever thought I'd grow to be. 
Then they all came, gushing all over me.

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Mother

 In her womb, I laid 
grew my hands, legs…
till I was fully formed.
Got out after nine months,
laid on her back,
In her arms,
On her laps…
She would snuggle me in her arms
and assure me of how much she loved me.

I will cry so hard, 
sometimes she won't know why,
but to ease whatever pain she felt I had;
She'll sing lullabies to my ears,
Pace around the house,
Dance to the sound of love 
That echoed in her heart.
Juggle me with love; beaming 
From her eyes,
strap me unto her back 
cup her breast into my mouth,
till my cries ceased from being heard.

She watched me crawl,
Watched me sit,
Watched me stand,
Watched me fall,
Watched me walk,
Watched me talk,
Watched me play,
And taught me how to pray.

From a baby who once couldn't talk,
Had no teeth, walked, stood, or ran…
I grew up to be a teenager.
As a teenager, we had many fights,
I troubled her but all she did was
inhale those troubles
and exhale love. 

She became lean 
to see me get fat.
She would sit me down to render advice.
Her knees always kissed the ground.
I watched my mother pray and fast.
I've seen her cry, I've seen her laugh.
But in between those lines.
There's this love,
…this affection she has
I watched her…, 
I saw it all.
 My mother after God, is all.

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My Best Friend; Fear

Doubt; the mother to a little boy; Fear,
She has told me beautiful stories
Of how great it is to be friends with her
Beloved son.

Fear has been my best friend.
He helps me turn down opportunities
And stay away from taking risks.

Like heart to body; we were never apart. 
He was my MTN,
I saw him everywhere I went.
This love certainly is great, 
That's why I made him my best friend. 

Like teenage lovers; I held the hands of Fear,
Walked up and fell.
I held the hands of Fear,
He dragged me down when I tried to climb.
I held the hands of Fear,
He told me how reasonable it is to hide from the crowd. 

I once believed in myself
But Fear's mother once again 
Reminded me of how great it was 
To feel less… 

I smiled with Fear,
We would laugh and cheer
When I turned down yet another opportunity
Because fear told me it was the best option for me.

All to please little boy; Fear 
And his loving mother; Doubt,
I didn't do all I was afraid of 
And they gave me more reasons to be scared. 

Little boy; Fear, is no longer a boy,
He has grown into a man.
His best friend is no longer a girl,
I've grown into a lady.
My best friend gave me a ring.
He proposed to me;
Asking me to marry him.
His mother; Doubt, was a witness,
She told me to say; "yes".
I said: "yes!"
Indeed, we're getting married.

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The Crossroad

I stood 
At the crossroad,
Uncertain of the life before me 
And the one behind me.
Do I do away with the life I once lived? 
And walk towards the life I dream I'll be?
Or do I stand; staring back and forth, 
Clinging more unto the things 
I refuse to let go of? 
While yearning for the things 
I wish I'd someday be.

What would it be?
The choice has been placed in my hands.
I hope my hands hold tight 
Unto the choice that's void of wrongs.

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Caged

I grew up holding unto the hands of anger,
It was easy for it to ruin my life.
If I could turn back the hands of time,
I wouldn't have held that knife,
I thought the only way to ease the pain was to take her life.
After all, I did for her,
The sacrifice...
All she repaid me with; were lies.
I gave so much to you
I gave so much to us
Look where we ended up.
You, in hell.
I, in a cell.
We are both caged for life.

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Smile

Is a veil that pins
Down the pains from breaking out 
And having a voice.

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Wishes

If wishes were fairies,
I'll fly to the future and ensure 
without work,
my wishes are met.

If wishes were spirit beings,
I'd disappear
and appear in the world of my past;
Wiping out my regrets,
And make my wrongs; right.

If wishes were magic,
I'll wish this, and wish that.
Whilst I savor in the present and enjoy life.

Sometimes I wish 
my wishes could be real, 
but my wishes are just mere wishes
That might happen 
Or never happen.

So if I sit; wishing all day long
I'll not achieve the height 
In which, I wish to belong.

If I sit; wishing my past could be rewritten.
I'll end up wishing again 
in the future to rewrite this present 
that might end up being 
a painful past if I keep wishing 
Whilst doing nothing.

If I keep wishing for this 
And wishing for that, 
Doing nothing to have 
It comes to pass.
I'll never stand the chance 
To become what I would have loved to be.

 But if I wish less 
And act more, 
Then my future would be what I wish it be.

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Thankful

I have no food.
My stomach rumbles from hunger.
My body reacts in weakness,
Sending the message of pain to my brain.
My heart beats in rhythms,
Making me aware of being alive

I have no shelter.
My body constantly gets 
Drenched in the sun
And in the rain,
With sweat and cold 
As my logo.
But still, the awareness of life
Rises from within.

I have nothing but rags
As a covering for my nudity,
Not any of the necessities.

No food,
No home,
With rags as clothes.
But still, I'm aware I'm alive.

In everything, give thanks.
Poverty or riches,
Happiness or woes.
Asides hell, what could be worse than death?
In life, hope is born.
Be thankful.

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Lines of Life

White flags with invincible dots of black.
Dark clouds covering the sky's slack,
Hunting down every tear shed
only to end up faking the perfect smile.

Lines; lining up to make longer lines
in queues of different shapes of life.
Lines; lining up in ascending order
in comparison to different stages of life.
Longer; it increases,
As life pierces with spears,
Then sobers up in tears.

Long — longer than infinity,
With past passing batons,
Creating different seasons,
From falling to rising,
To rising to fall, 
Then failing to succeed…

Longer; again it increases,
Fitting into each season,
With happenings happening for a reason
Because
He — the Maker — takes these long lines
to mould the perfect shape
That will align with the lines needed 
To make it all radiate at the finish line.