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Tino Empulu Poem
Through the depth of your despair, let me be the one who heals your wounded heart.
To prove that I mean you no harm, I place my heart beneath your feet but tread softly,
for mine is just as fragile.
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I gave my heart to the one I thought was right for me, instead of the right one.
Enticed with the exquisiteness of her beauty as she laid in my arms, what I saw was a
pure vision of serenity.
I can still remember the sparkle in those deep brown earthen eyes, I remember every
second as her pupils widened with sensation, my eyes were wide with anticipation.
As the smoke from the fireplace dissipated and the cool sounds of the night filtered
through the room, it became clear that serenity was just an illusion as I tried to fathom
the thought that one day she would leave me.
I’ve conquered five milestones to eternity but for her love, I would destroy paradise.
Beauty is a cruel mistress.
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The streets, breeds…
These ghetto streets filled with hunger and pain,
Where civil hands toil in hardships but lives remain plain.
Walking the street corner at night puts lives at stake,
I see a sister looking to make a quick buck in a masquerade
Emptiness and cold her love for men had faded.
Using her body as a tool just to get by,
A deadly weapon it was, yet all men wanted to try.
Her sublime confidence of youth was once true,
The concept of prospect once guided her fate,
Until her implicit mind fell into a subliminal state.
Aspirations vanished when love came into play,
Safety of her heart was all to God she prayed.
Her prayer was unanswered when two weeks later,
She was repeatedly raped as she cried to her Maker,
Three men took turns in violating her whole being,
After this, life in her eyes no longer had meaning.
Her pleads and cries was not worthy of their attention
As they continued to rape her without contrition
As she looked up to the sky for divine intervention,
God wasn’t there but the devil thrived at the actions
of cruelty, violence and depravity.
What in the world did she do to merit such a penalty?
She was left alone impregnated with lies,
Living in denial with a life unfulfilled,
She refused to swallow the truth like a birth control pill,
Her intentions now were nothing more but to kill,
Strong willed, she was now so filled with vengeance,
There was nothing anyone could do to ease her grievance.
Because of what had happened everyday she cried painfully,
She felt God had abandoned her and it hurt her terribly.
Her eyes empty and sad, life was very bad,
Her heart very broken, her mind was going mad,
Her spirit crushed like the worst road accident
She took her own life, which wasn’t so magnificent
These cold streets breeds…
Broken homes for the broken hearted,
Broken dreams binds us to the ground, we cannot fly
Because we have broken wings.
Broken spirited, in our daily lives,
We remain… Broken.
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Paint me the future,
Of a life without fear,
where my life has meaning as old age draws near.
Paint me the future,
With a different story and plot,
As I visualize my life with a clear snapshot.
Paint me the future,
Without a bloody end,
Where everyone I come across is but a friend.
Paint me the truth,
From the lips and hearts of all children,
That I may carry out the message with honesty and wisdom.
Coz by all means my life in all honesty,
Is full of challenges which I have embraced with modesty,
Sincerity comes at a cost of betrayal,
But I still refrain from profanity and keep myself loyal.
Yeah, ultimately we all want a piece of the good life
But in our quest to find it, what will be the price?
Reason will be defied just so we can feel alive,
As we sacrifice what we hold dear so we can survive,
The path before me is misty, yet I’m still trying to see some other life
Some, other life… displayed on a canvass is a portrait of my wife,
Pleasurable sketches, to the eyes it’s such a compliment,
Paintings depicting a life of beseeming ornaments,
Vivified by its colourful state,
Attraction to the drawing increases at an alarming rate,
As I glare at the masterpiece of my very own creation
The picture begins to fade like sanity in a fiction.
My mind at last finally comes to a conclusion,
That it’s all in my head as I become disillusioned,
Artistic abilities are not of my strongest qualities,
So I will just stick to writing for my friends and families.
Paint me the future,
Of a life without fear,
where my life has meaning as old age draws near.
Paint me the future,
With a different story and plot,
As I visualize my life with a clear snapshot,
As I visualize my life…
Paint me the future,
As I visualize my life.
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I saw her walking past me as if gliding in a mystic air of illusion, stealing my senses
like a thief in the night… reason I beg you, leave me not please!
Unlike my words, her body was properly structured in a magnitude of fluorescence,
I was afraid to approach her because of fear of getting burned, as she ravishingly
radiated heat in degrees beyond my years of studying, a diploma couldn’t have given me the
honours to become a master at this game called… love… is love just a game?
If so then playing it with her I’m sure to lose coz you see, she has mastered the game
If I hadn’t met her I would have wished for things to stay the same.
But the only thing at stake is my heart.
From her I should be getting further apart,
I gazed at her not saying a word; our eyes meet and lock,
But I still find myself unable to talk.
Could this be love at first sight or is this just another infatuation?
Feelings of lust developing within me, but how do I tell that we share the same chemistry?
Fear in my mind was inspired by fear of rejection
Words of how I truly feel about her lacks projection.
I desperately need time to adjust to the situation,
To help me deal with this untimely infatuation,
Which came too soon…
Soon, as I stare up to the moon, I realise that I’m just a fool,
No need to play it cool, wasted chances with her got me in a foul mood.
Depression settles in worse than a salted wound,
In solitary, my room provides such a comfy atmosphere
But thoughts of her bring memories and the experience is like rain under the bridge.
Contemplating a second chance is irrelevant,
Will I ever see her again? – Insignificant.
I no longer make sense because she stole my senses,
leaving me feeling senseless.
I had walked away like a coward, now I’m wondering at what might have been.
Even though I put up a happy face and pretend that everything’s okay,
For lacking courage to stand my ground, this is the price I pay.
Indeed it turned out to be very costly,
And in truth she was killing me softly.
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Punish me not for the sins of my youth,
I stand here today before you to confess the truth,
of the venial indiscretions of my youth.
A lost soul of this planet I once was,
A troublemaker who never knew no bounds,
I broke the commandments in many-a-rounds,
Of drunkenness, carelessly living in sin,
Ignorant and selfish, I cheated to win.
I spent most days in the dark corners of the street,
Getting into trouble, I was indiscreet.
With the Devil on my side, I drove with pride,
Taking all I could, it was a pleasant ride.
Setting fire on objects with a single spark,
Deeper and deeper, I fell in the dark.
The light tried to reach me but I was too afraid,
My eyes so sensitive, blind I stayed.
You tried to reach for me Lord but I hid away,
Many-a-nights I stayed up and cried the night away.
Because what I used to think gave me joy,
Was actually out to have me destroyed.
Now that I’ve grown Lord and I fear your wrath,
Please shine your light lord and show me the path,
To righteousness, and I will follow it now,
Until I reach your destination, to this I vow.
But it’s so hard and I’ve struggled much,
to try and break free from the Devil’s clutch,
Please Lord, free me from his horrible touch.
To show I am worthy, I accept this test,
Of trial and tribulation, I will not rest.
Give me strength Lord, please take my hand,
And guide me safely from this unholy land.
Punish me not for the sins of my youth,
As I stand here before you to confess the truth,
Of the venial indiscretions of my youth.
My heart is heavy coz I’m burdened with sin,
But with you by my side Lord I’m sure to win.
As long as I remember you and never forget,
That you love me infinite, I’ll never regret,
Having opened my eyes and embracing the light,
Standing up to the Devil, I’m ready to fight.
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You came so suddenly,
Bringing great terror in your arrival like many before you,
Who are you that you should be crowned king that all men bow before you,
Depriving us the right to demonstrate affection to those we meet by not permitting touch,
You have chosen to conquer territories in different continents and because of such,
We closed up our borders and set travel boundaries,
To prevent you from entering our lands, yet you forced your way into our countries,
What was the reason for that if not but to destabilise our economies.
No rest, no rest, no rest
We will not rest till victory is assured, we will not rest till your crown is dispossessed.
Panic-gripped and fear stricken, we closed up factories and delayed production,
Yet you thrived and rejoiced in the wake of our destruction.
Leaving parents without children, leaving children without parents,
This seems to be, your very special talent.
Prolific mass murderer, but like all your predecessors,
You will be defeated because you undermine our warriors.
Coronavirus we defy you, and approach you with strong condemnation,
You proclaimed yourself a monarch and requested an audience for your coronation,
We will attend it just to plot your assassination.
You crowned yourself king even though you don’t wear a crown,
Your reign of terror will soon come to an end to this we have vowed.
No rest, no rest, no rest
We will not rest till victory is assured, we will not rest till your crown is dispossessed.
We charge you for the murder of our loved ones and pronounce judgement upon you
Death will be your sentence and for all who come after you.
For those you’ve placed in quarantine,
We’ll have your head in the guillotine.
We’ll not endure your tyranny
You will be defeated inevitably
No rest, no rest, no rest
We will not rest till victory is assured, we will not rest till your crown is dispossessed.
Copyright © Tino Empulu | Year Posted 2020
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I try to live my life free from worldly fetish
At times I experience a lot of mental anguish
I’m stuck in a mental prison, feeling delusional
Imagination running wild, maybe I’m just emotional
As if being punished for an unknown crime
Living this life became like doing time
I’m having countless dreams that don’t make no sense
I often lie awake feeling kinda tense
Afraid of falling prey to some other rival
My broken spirit in this place needs revival
As the devil’s lies in our eyes begins to entice
Sooner or later we all become his sacrifice,
And pay the price of living an ignorant life half the time
Can someone please tell me if this is a crime
They say that ignorance is bliss, yet the fallacy of the human mind continues to
astonish me, coz I just wanna be pure.
And on some quiet nights, I can hear a brother scream from the agonizing pain of a
sharp shank in his gut, the fallacy of the human mind continues to astonish me, but I
just wanna be pure, yes I just wanna be pure.
The screams in my head gets louder everyday
And I slowly watch my sanity carried away
I hear the sounds of prison life across the silent hallways
And the footsteps of the guards on every doorway
The fallacy of the human mind continues to astonish me, coz I just wanna be pure, yes
I just wanna be… me.
This day’s black fate like on most dates, brings tears to my eyes as I pay the price,
doing my time.
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I am a superior soldier and death is my mission,
my mission is death.
I have pledged allegiance
to serve my country and protect it against any foe,
foreign or domestic.
Death can come for me at any time
but my killer instincts and my instincts to kill,
will ensure my survival.
I have been taught obedience
and discipline and without them I cannot function
according to the chain of command.
Disobedience will bring me pain, but nevertheless
pain is something I have learned to befriend
‘coz in death I will feel no pain.
I take him everywhere I go and especially in combat.
my opponent could be a deadly adversary,
but I pray each night for strength to fight another day.
I’ve growned accustomed to the bloodshed
and my determination for victory
makes me the ultimate killing machine.
Because of my trainings, I have relinquished all fears
and must display courage in the presence of my enemies.
I am a soldier by nature and my mission is death,
Death is my mission.
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Oh, how does the soul enter Heaven's gates?
Is it by good deeds or just one's fate?
Or is it a combination of both night and day?
A mystery that’s puzzled us in every way.
But the answer to this riddle, I’ve come to learn,
Is not found in our actions or what we’ve earned.
It’s the grace of our loving, compassionate Lord,
Who gave us a chance, when we were lost and ignored.
With arms wide open, we are welcomed home,
And we find true peace, he's our shalom.
Through the trials and tribulations of everyday life,
He was always there, cutting through the strife.
And when our journey on earth is finaly done,
Our souls ascend, to the righteous one.
In Heaven above, where joy reigns supreme,
We’re embraced by the love that will forever gleam.
So fear not, my dear, and have no dread,
For the soul that has faith shall rise from the dead.
And enter into Heaven, a place of light,
Where the love of God shines oh so bright.
Copyright © Tino Empulu | Year Posted 2023
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