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Daniel Kisuule Poem
The heart longs most of the time
But it cannot get it all
Not because it is the most impossible but it just cannot
Not that it is an act of greed
But it longs to be happy
Not that it is out selfishness
But a want, a desire that burns
We all fight for what we need
And it all sprouts from the heart
Just as the flowers blossom out of their buds
Just as the rose magnifies its beauty over time
So does the urge burn in the heart
Only for the mind to notice and react
Not that all the desires are justifiable
But the purest out of all matters the most
We all have been there and suffer the melody
Anxious for the cause and patient for the right
Once upon a time it all begins
And the end stamps the reality
Copyright © Daniel Kisuule | Year Posted 2013
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Daniel Kisuule Poem
Shrapnel of trouble fly allover their lives
And they are running out of places to hide
But unshaken is their courage and strength
The momentum of their zeal to fight on is just increasing
For the only reason darkness exists is because there is light somewhere
Instability is a common plague
And their past is only a thorn
That has struck between their paths to the future
Everything has lost sense and meaning
And in a jinx all will lose
Hope for revival has been blurred
The revival for unaltered freedom
That seems sweet yet so bitter
Sweet to live with it and bitter to achieve
Undermining the remaining zeal
The touch of reality feels useless
Because the harsh pang of selfishness has had enough of them
And they seem lost in the maze of understanding
Because the matrix of life only manifests
When they least expect it.
Copyright © Daniel Kisuule | Year Posted 2012
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Daniel Kisuule Poem
Shrapnel of trouble fly allover their lives
And they are running out of places to hide
But unshaken is their courage and strength
The momentum of their zeal to fight on is just increasing
For the only reason darkness exists is because there is light somewhere
Instability is a common plague
And their past is only a thorn
That has struck between their paths to the future
Everything has lost sense and meaning
And in a jinx all will lose
Hope for revival has been blurred
The revival for unaltered freedom
That seems sweet yet so bitter
Sweet to live with it and bitter to achieve
Undermining the remaining zeal
The touch of reality feels useless
Because the harsh pang of selfishness has had enough of them
And they seem lost in the maze of understanding
Because the matrix of life only manifests
When they least expect it.
Copyright © Daniel Kisuule | Year Posted 2012
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