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Emblemed traces hidden inside me
are the dismantles of one-way love.
You held me loose asunder
at the precipice of your chasm.
My prudent heart hid no love
I bled each drop at your cup
you apparently found every bit
an equivocal grotesque.
Over the ages, I've trekked
finding not even single flower
with flamboyant petal
to entice my desires.
So I find myself at the monument
exhuming a catastrophe of love.
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As a little lad next door
always did I fancy her
The ring of Marie the big girl.
Her finger had this ring
I thought of it as diamond
precious,nice, always glittering
never thought she could be coned.
I wished I was big
to offer to it security
I would borrow that; the ring
always I knew it's beauty.
One hooligan in plastic suit
fake personality in disguise
blinded Marie that he'll suite
and Marie leased it.Surprise.
He dumped it in mud
she cried hard,poor Marie
broke it to auction its diamond
oh! The ring of Marie.
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Behind docks for yonks,
am a born refugee
of the home of bondage.
Within the rite's prisons
am entangled in this inherited
conviction;
deep in our conscience.
Centuries founded walls
stand stiffly as board
inscribed by ***** letters
letters that sum up to words of crime.
In 'their' presence we
make a jazz
our evil instrictive desires in a
sweet jargon.
We don't mean, 'cut down the mango
tree'
we mean, 'chop off their heads'
on exuberance of revenge;
vengeance to our ancestors,
we gang
against our brothers whom we differ
by the language of the tongues,
by the colours of the skin.
These selfish futile battles,
when shall they end?
The rites of vengeance
when shall we refrain from their
adoration?
My kids won't be such slaves
for this is my treason
my exodus from the home of
bondage.
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Solely, I posses a rose
though one,out of the window
I see it as drastic orchards
in a clay pot at the corridor.
The bee lands on its petals
in search of sweet nectar
to make honey at the hives.
The red serpent passes by
just to feel its awesome aroma
before it engage in a hunt;daily.
Daisy, the girl from the river
she's mad on its lavished beauty
she honestly comes to have its picture.
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My jargon ain't a sham
thus flee from the jumble
of the jeopardy of infatuation.
Close fit your intoxicating eyes
it's my desire's fiat.
Not to trust in the disguise of
darkness
but to enmesh your gorgeous heart
to be replenished in my florid heart.
I'll bolster your feeble love
so to move as I step forward
never to let you tumble
rather topple and sink dip
yonder in my romantic ecstasy.
My arms are as falcon's wings
abound with jolly care.
Create a willing zeal
of my indelible intrinsic love.
A zeal, I plea.
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The old pen roles back and hard
a spank to ye hypocrites!
Depart from holy places of worship.
Initiating man to man wedlocks,
shame! Shame! Shame!
What do your holy books say?
Oh! You read 'em upside down!
What's sin to you?
Adam had Eve- a woman.
As wife!
Shame to ye hypocrites.
Father, we plea forgiveness
they've politically compromised
holiness with selfishness. Hypocrites!
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You're a man,you proved that
droping ladies,it does hurt
no stub of respect for your mat!
Please have a heart
and honour your hut.
How fast you fell in the ditch
and sores over you.they itch
in time it saves nine-the stitch
son,heed what the vicar did preach.
A promising future was there
inside you my son my heir
but your route leads to nowhere.
if you get lost,we won't bear
your mom's heart will have a tear
a tear with no repair.
Wisdom is for the wise
shame will hide you as mice
change and be nice
don't mess twice
you just can't pay the price.
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The venom of her luxuriant eyes
veered my perception of royalty.
A jargon of the pessimists
couldn't catastrophe her beauty.
The void chasm of my heart
dead of phony flamboyance
had a fountain blissfully sprout
resuscitating its prudence.
Like a crest surfing adventure,
though with a wisp acquaintance
my feeble desire got a rapture
after I drunk of her exuberance.
She gave my soul a tranquil gaze
as I adored her jolly serenity.
I felt satisfaction of her eyes' glare
only if I'll cling there for eternity.
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