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Kayzen Daramola Poem
RHYTHM OF LIFE
Good day to all the head in casket,
Goodnight to the soul in silent,
Hi,to my sometime to come friend.
How I wish, we all can change our fate,
But death will have no meaning
But a sticky spade shade.
Life, what a race,
By sight we face,
By height we attain,
By age I different stage,
Creating a leverage that we may not attain
Before we are aged,
Ending up our vision,
Our mission in the ground cage.
Nobody ever love to stop by,
We all love to live forever,
But death will never,
Limited time is we the beholder.
What do we call destiny and our fate?
We all are in the world of common fate.
One day,the writer and the reader,
The beauty and the ugly,
The leader and the follower,
The right and wrong,
The poor and the rich,
The good and the bad,
The cheap and the best,
The gate man and the boss,
The peddlers and the buyers,
All will visit the yard for the cool headed,
And never come back to share our experience.
Life is our definition,
Death is every ones meaning.
Let us all dance, but dance for a while,
The ground can’t wait,
We are only living by chance,
One day our time will expire.
Life and death,
Beginning and end.
Please tell the Mr. and Mrs. position,
Mr. and Mrs. power,
Mr. and Mrs. decision,
Mr. and Mrs. intention
That nobody will live and will not leave,
That he or she will no longer be referred to as IS,
But by the word WAS.
As we rest a man in peace,
We also will be rest in peace,
Sometimes by those we think we will rest in peace.
Nobody is too young and small to live,
Nobody is too small and too old to die.
Death, the only prize for our deal,
Life a race, death the fate.
Copyright © Kayzen Daramola | Year Posted 2011
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Kayzen Daramola Poem
LOVE-LUST-LOST
I REALLY LOVE TO SAY TO
YOU.....
I REALLY WISH TO SAY IN
MANY
WORDS TO YOU.....
I REALLY IN MA
SINCERITY
WANT TO FACE YOU......
BUT WHO CARES WHAT I
SAY TO
WHAT I DO?
WHO CARES WHAT YOU
WANT
TO WHAT I FEEL?
WHO CARES MA
INSPIRATIONS
TO MA DESPIRATIONS?
WHO CARES WHAT I FACE
TO
WHAT I FEEL?
LOVE I KNOW IS
AFFECTION AND
NOT DEFFECTION..
LOVE I KNOW IS
INSPIRATION
AND NOT DESPIRATION....
WHAT IS THE BEAUTY IN
LOVE
FILLED WITH PRETENCE?....
WHAT VALUE SHOULD I
PLACE
ON A LOVE BASE ON
INSINCERITY?....
WHEN THE GLORY OF OUR
HEART IS IN-ADHERE TO
PECULIARITY.....
LOVE AND LUST UNDEFINED
MEANING.....
PASSION AND THOUGHT THE
BEAUTY IN EVERY
DREAMING.......
DESIRE AND ADMIRE
UNBELIEVABLY HEART
INQUIRES......
TELL ME YOUR HEART
WITHOUT
ANY STORY APART....
TELL ME WHAT YOU FEEL
WITHOUT MAKING THE
BEST
FOOL OUT OF ME....
IN SINCERITY I KNOW YOU
WERE
MADE OUT OF ME....
BUT TRUE LOVE IS BEYOND
WHAT ANY HEART CAN
SPIT....
IS BEYOND WHAT ANY
MOUTH
CAN CHEAT....
IS BEYOND WHAT MA
HAND CAN
GRAB,BEYOND FADING
IMAGINATION.....BEYOND
ANY
MOUTH
SPITRATION....BEYOND
ANY
ART
DISCRIPTION....BEYOND
ANY
HEART
PROVISION.....BEYOND
WHAT I MAY MENTION.......
BELIEVE ME,I ADMIRE
YOUR
BEAUTY.....I DESIRE YOUR
DIGNITY
WITH SINCERITY BUT TRUE
LOVE,YET I FOUND BEYOND
YOUR
PRODUCTIVITY,,,IF NOT FOR
ANYTHING BUT FOR THE
REALITY......
Copyright © Kayzen Daramola | Year Posted 2012
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Unmeasurable tended act,illegal
part of time,the less-beaut part of
life,stilless storms in every form.
They set the course,the beaute
rot they want,but above all seeth
thee in heart slayed shape......
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Today is the day
Tomorrow is the pain
The future is the face
The fate is the case
The case is the fear
The fear is the death...........
Life and date
date and fate
Fate and grave
Grave and grieve......
Oh life! Mention your intension
to me...... Open ma eyes to
see the real... Keep in ma
heart the courage to face
your intension,set ma
passion to be on a
mission,,,make ma ears not
care for folks
reactions,,,,make ma dreams
the day-to-day
television,,,give me one
reason to run on your path
to ma destinations......
Your hands are too heavy on
peoples back,,,your words
are too empty in peoples
mouth,,,your vision is too
void
for many souls to
avoid,,,your reasons are too
wrong for men to
forelong,,,Life spares,death
scears,coffins tells,grave
kept....
A desire to die,,a desire to
live,,your fate is painful for
souls to grip...
With poverty you make so
many lives a painstew,,,with
undeserve sickness you
make many lives
surpressed,,,with death you
make ma world mate look
unsincere,,,every hearth is
afraid of the story that he or
she has kicked the basket....
Life! You know
man's days are
numbered,why do have to
remind them that they may
not live to experience some
years
december,,,making some
happiness look very
sobber,,,all men will say,it is
God intension...who will
sentence death to life
imprisonmen,withour thinking
of his life a living
interest?...,ALASS
Life! Life!! Life!!!
Four letter word
Yet proves so many souls
wrong.....
Wealth and death
Poverty and life....
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Write thy tragedy, in so
many ways a promo to
eulogy...
Read the prophecy,death
from life every flesh destiny....
Command in many
authority,read over and over
the pains that keeps many
heart beeping,the stains that
keeps countless heart
sobbing,the reason behind
every beauty turn ugly...
In so many wayz we search
for life....
By so many wayz we die by
so many style.....
A man is concluded in his
coffin after so many race
without a phrase of better
time....
In as much as everyheart will
be call upon from the land
BEYOND of the BEYONE to a
place of every religion belief
to face the panel and rife....
A good reason to live,,,a fine
reason to die....
A precious time to cry,to
mourn with a couple of
spoonful salad and
friedrice,while the celebrated
is fated-ill and hell
sure...everyone will say in
their belief"GLORIOUS HOME
CALL"while the celebrant
knows his secretdeed while
on the roll call,,,celebration
goes on and on on spherical
planet,different gorgeous
dresses,with different mout
meat,fish and dishes
pinging,,only fews will
remember the
word"EMPATHY"while friends
and families party-ing.....
The pain is nothing being an
ambassador to poverty while
on earth and being denied of
the behind being good
religeous belief" PARADISE"
Hell awaiting,death is happy
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MA NEW PAIN
Moody night with many dead
rhymes.....in tears for the last
time i broke her mime....in ma
heart i did wish i could hold
her to ma arms.,,but did ma
heart alot of harm....
Silly days yet never cease to
come,in their interest they
seems to run,with every
happy mode they cease not
to turn.....in ma sincerity
never stop to mourn the
days of lorn,i wished could
give back in return,but death
took her without ma heart to
warn......
In ma silent mode love was
blamed,,,,in ma heart is
written her name.....with a
broken heart in same.....
In ma promises death made
me a failure,i losted ma pride
in fear with tears like am
inferior....pains penetrates
ma heart like invador....for
how long will i mourn ma joy in
ma insure?......death pains ma
joy without a means to
cure.....where is love to plant
her name in ma memory with
everlasting manure....to
control ma brain like
braintumor?
This i wish,yet ma heart pays
the pains and tears on every
unknown year we
breach.....tell me love in your
surge,pray for ma days in
worth,,manage ma sorrow
when am not,then i will give
you the reasons why she was
not....i never meant that was
her fault,yet death proved i
wrong....because i never for a
moment express what she
worth...
Gold,diamond,petals worth
nothing at all-when the
greatest value of ma life
recently ran to dust....in ma
abscent without a last
talk......what an empty world i
found maself with no one
else to talk...death did me a
big favor in his thought..........
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Adobe of grace foundeth i
mercy,,affliction comes,ma joy
frawns never,by just one man's
blood,me death
denounces,sickness been buried
alive,agony turned harmony,ma life
is grace raring,above all,ma
destiny is secured in Him already...
Things falleth apart,agony ma
innate,depression ma intake,death
on ma side walk,but His mercy and
grace made me.....i worth nothing
but greatness before the
creator.... Alass
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Ready known,the tremble,the
fallen star,only those with
the woundy heart,stolen
from was the falleth
art....only those with the
healing cry©
Many stories with the
spoketh wrongs,runneth in
their wasted gaze,in a
deaded wayz.....wisdom in the
empted space,afflicted with
a fadeth beauty in a warried
case..si-lent,the meant prey.....
Ho-ly mem-ory,killeth the-
ory,hearted fallen,lo-ve
broken,tears shameful®...
Spoketh of their taketh
fate,fai-lure recorded f-rom
unfortune dayz,,spited in only
phrase the plenty words that
murdeth their date.....what
else? Is life not a broketh
rake...
Vani-ty upon van-ity, all a
sincereth meaning....Thou
knoweth,wisdom keepeth.
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Who said? who heard? who
shared the shame behind
every fame,the pains behind
every
name,the death before every
life?
So much more to morn,in
tears and pains we make
every run. Every life we may
say it deserve a new turn,by
the worth we desire the
rustful lost. Addicted to
affliction,desires the nobles
attention,no man is born to
be stationed.......amen
Many many many
Sorrow and pains reside in
the soul daily...a life we live so
many many heart wanting,in
there velving they give ours
pureful gazing...a life of more
to do,a life of more to sane,a
life of pains to face,a life
worthful of every mans
death,a life so many morn in
there nest,a life of
regorgitation,a life we live in
our decision,a life every
heart secure their
intension.uhhhh!!!
Save play,death claims
everyone in their age,failure
to decide either to live life or
to leave life,,,when will i
die,live to be so many
question instead what will i do
to course to change before
death claims...a name written
with ink is liable to be
forgoten,likely when written
on sand,rock,diary but a
written on the heart plate is
forever more life
print.printed in so many
pages forever to plenty
ages....i will die for ma work,i
will live for ma thought,in
pains and everlasting joy i
accept every
remark.....K.A.Y.Z.E.N
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Fears
groan
on
ma
path,d
path
every
treaders
call
their
destiny,in
many
ways
anguish
deface
countable
harmony,every
fate
become
a
ruling
theory
yet
i
say
vanity
happen
to
them
all.in
many
ways,many
joy
we
depart
from,when
i
sang
in
halleluyah
to
down
cast
the
peak
of
ma
pains,to
make
a
winner
of
losing
days,to
shade
pains
in
beauty,to
elevate
d
deteriorated
heart,to
dose
every
vexing
spirit
a
sincere
smile,to
course
d
dead
minds
to
life,to
make
peculiarity
in
every
sustained
joy,to
walk
with
life
in
advantage
of
death,to
say
vanity
upon
vanily
total
is
nothing....tears
d
reason
while
smile
comes
only
in
season.everyday
to
life,everyday
tdo
death,everyday
of
hypocrity,destiny
they
make
mention
of
like
no
meaning...if
life
worth
to
live,death
worth
to
die...a
time
we
said,in
goodness
we
all
read,if
not
see
or
hear,poverty
and
foolishness
d
highest
disaster,wisdom
in
wealth
what
really
matters...i
amended
ma
thought
in
every
taught,yet
they
make
mention
of
ma
work
being
not,to
their
ears
looking
rust.in
life
they
rent
their
wealth,God
forbid
wealth
is
ma
personal
property....watch
ma
steps,while
i
watch
your
back,defend
me
while
i
offend
failure,no
testimonies,they
are
only
living
by
rumours...we
shal
meet
at
d
peak,d
part
may
be
different
to
read,our
names
they
shall
teach,our
world
maybe
to
distance.
....KAYZEN.....
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