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Joseph Efite Poem
It was another boring day within those walls
From the book he read and of experiences he taught
The baskets, the chants, the announcements took it most
Disappointed the stones had to know.
Late on that sunny late morning searching where to reap,
A voice captured a sense weary to find something to grip.
Come let me tell you a secret; why sacred
Haven't boxes been advertised
To attest the extent of the belittlement.
Hope is a bargain faith is to sustain
Be on your heels and make it quick to maintain.
Race, yes, race must there be a horn?
On that sideline reality brings no mourn.
Why then pull it by its horns closing the door to truth,
Hiding in the light to mischief, what is there to prove?
Screams, shouts, fear feed this insatiable hunger
Behold! suddenly, the streams run backward.
Isn't it insanity to listen to an insane who,
Supposedly is to speak absurd?
Copyright © Joseph Efite | Year Posted 2014
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Joseph Efite Poem
The sun goes to sleep
The night bring its blessings
All sort of palava duely peep
To gossip and chat with earnings
Impulses push conviction aside
Just a drink or two
Will have them chase like flies
Need not be for introduce or justify
An engagement will have it tied
Quite affordable you know the price
Put it in between then last your will
For the movement long lost meaning
Without blame on the situation
With the mind left to decide
So insulted so misjudged
So cursed for every action done
But as soon as it falls again
They will run back here in terrible haste
Copyright © Joseph Efite | Year Posted 2014
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Joseph Efite Poem
Oh rain!
why do you fall today?
you disturb me and the kids at play.
But i like when you fall,
for the music you play.
Green too is happy,
when it feels you come.
Many sometimes are scared,
for the light and sound you make.
When it gets too sunny,
we call upon the rain.
When it gets too rainy,
some places are in pain.
Rain, rain, rain,
it is your season again.
Copyright © Joseph Efite | Year Posted 2011
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You are changing,
yes you are.
You who is to be a friend,
now carries our fears.
It was name da revolution
how revolutionary?
Sweet without a doubt,
hard to digest.
Sometimes now you get confused,
maybe, retaliating to our abuse?
With you we cannot wrestle though,
can we once more be friends?
Copyright © Joseph Efite | Year Posted 2011
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Joseph Efite Poem
I AM SCARED OF LOVE THE PAIN AND THE LIES
IT COMES CONFUSING WHEN COMBINED WITH THE EYES
A TRACK WITH MANY STINGS
WETHER GOOD OR BAD I AM SCARED OF LOVE
HUMAN WITH DESIRES, LIMITLESS
THINKING TO BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE INFATUATED
A BUNCH IGNORE WHAT THEY SAY
AT THE END THERE ARE BROKEN HEARTS
I AM SCARED OF LOVE THE PAIN AND THE LIES
TIRED OF RUNNING AFTER THE WIND FOR HOPE NOT SEEN
DRINKING MYSELF OUT FOOLING MY THOUGHTS TO SLEEP
WETHER GOOD OR BAD I AM SCARED OF LOVE
Copyright © Joseph Efite | Year Posted 2011
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Rushed by anxiety,
tempted by lust.
Pulled by a snake,
controlled by its sway.
Like a lion on the hunt,
running to free hunger.
Pushed by a spark,
nonresistant to a flame,
only a taste can tame
see him wanting!
Copyright © Joseph Efite | Year Posted 2011
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they look just like twins
perhaps they share everything
where you find one
know the other is not far off
despite their being close
deeply do they differ
refusing to be seen together
hiding their faces of influence
they have endured for generations
being happily married to their oath
still they leave
to us blunder and fall
Copyright © Joseph Efite | Year Posted 2011
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pick up light candle light pick up
i need your light a moment
to let me see pass this darkness
loudly i hear the bushes screaming
fire, fire, fire
ambushed right in the middle
the flock marches and complain
alongside solemnly helping in the drain
Copyright © Joseph Efite | Year Posted 2011
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Joseph Efite Poem
NICE TO HAVE A DREAM
IT KEEPS A MAN GOING
STRUGGLE TO FULFIL IT
FIGHT NOT TO LOOSE IT
WORK HARD EVERYDAY
TOWARDS SEEING YOUR DREAMS TRUE
AS EARLY AS FRIDAY
YOU WILL CALL YOURSELF A KING
DO NOT INDULDGE IN AND WITH THINGS
WHICH CAN KEEP YOU FROM DREAMING
INSANE MUST BE
A MAN WITHOUT A DREAM
AGAIN A MAN NOT DREAMING
SHOULD BE WITHOUT A BEAM
SO KEEP LIVING YOUR DREAMS
BEFORE YOUR BEAM GOES DROWNING
Copyright © Joseph Efite | Year Posted 2011
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Joseph Efite Poem
It is an old story,
love and money.
Many want it so bad,
but cannot afford its honey.
Often they say,
one can go without the other.
Once the journey gone,
it begins to show kits borders.
Naive we exchange the blames,
as they stroll pass the corner.
Staying true good pals.
love and money.
Copyright © Joseph Efite | Year Posted 2011
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