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Nelson Herculano Poem
I live a crazy life
When my memory seems to be losing weight
When everything around me seems scary
Like an enemy confronting me with a knife
My life is like a confused sheep
That is left in the desert
In search of its own family
In order to keep its peace stable and deep
My life is like a toy
Played around by a small child
When my mind is only used
In return with miseries, instead of joy
At last I've found my peace
The sheep have got its family
The toy was threw away by the child, and settled in peace
And recovery remains my hope !
By N.H Kandjimi
Copyright © Nelson Herculano | Year Posted 2013
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Life is like a video, with recordable memories like a music tape
Our minds are very brilliant, that we can re-play things we have seen
Through the valley of poverty, our minds are responsible for every action
Through the Wonders of Miseries, still remains the Responsibility of our Minds
Sometimes we come across choice less situations, yet our minds vigorously seek for resolutions
As Brave as a Hunter, As Curious as a Baby
For such special reasons,
Allow me to state, that our Minds…. Are loaded and equipped like a library necessary for the achievement of any GOAL, THUS, Our Minds are Smarter Amongst the Smartest.
N.H Kandjimi
Copyright © Nelson Herculano | Year Posted 2014
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Though I may not show affection, I am very curious for perfection,
Not my will if I don’t happen to maintain the perfection needed instead,
Greater nor I to all,
For I only speak for the deaf and visible for the blind,
For only Men am I
In my soul I carry thy art, of freedom and curiosity;
Dedicated I am to u, through the valleys and storms,
Yet none of thy ride seems to evacuate my customs unto you
For only Men am I
Though, the showers I possess may be scarce for the world’s garden
At least thy hill I have climbed,
Understand that only Men am I,
Otherwise nor small or big would not taste my showers
Amazing you have always been, amazing you will always be
All I do is of my action’s absence, and mind control
All I did was my mind’s absence, and action’s control
For only Men am I
Your enrolment was always a tournament,
Your enrolment will always be a tournament
Winning the race was as tough as writing the best song ever,
Winning the bat was as challenging as convincing the whole world for an objectiveless theatre
I have seen the Thorny narrow way, we have travelled together,
I have drank from the same muddy water, invented by worms,
To you I may sometimes look ghostly;
To you I may be the worst night mare you have ever had
Be it, either way do not be surprised, for the same questions I have asked myself,
All I want is your pride, would even be best if I may be your bride,
Flames of wishes we would share, until the smoke had reached our roots
To you I confess my love, to my love I confess you
Though I may not show affection, I am very curious for perfection,
Greater nor I to all,
For I only speak for the deaf, and visible for the blind,
For only Men am I
By N.H Kandjimi
Copyright © Nelson Herculano | Year Posted 2015
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Who am I and where do I come from?
Who will I be and where am I going?
Childhood I have completed unconsciously,
Adolescence I have tried precisely,
Adulthood presently seems too questionable,
Who am I and where do I come from?
Who will I be and where am I going?
What shall I do, and who is my companion?
When the world is so confused,
When the age of thirty is the Highest Mountain,
Who am I and where do I come from?
Who will I be and where am I going?
When the past have been forgotten,
When crime have become the last hope,
When orphans are increasing massively
Who am I and where do I come from,
Some say I come from evolution,
Others say I was invented,
But who really am I, and where do I come from, Please Help!
N. H Kandjimi
Copyright © Nelson Herculano | Year Posted 2015
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“I speak for the deaf,”
“Visible for the blind”
Behind and beyond power, comes existence of the magic garden
Bold, bonded, believable, and beautifully born
In this garden are many plants, flowers and vegetables of different types
In this garden each class has their own time and moment of life and production
Diamonds and Gold drives the movement of this garden
Pesticides and weather condition are the activities and drama in this garden
Survival under the surface is the condition in this garden
Survival under laws and judgement is a necessity in this garden
Behind this garden, comes the existence of drought,
Behind this beauty, comes the existence of danger and diseases
Behind the existence of this beauty, come temptations amongst self
Behind and beyond this beauty, comes the desert
Behind and beyond this beauty, comes life
Behind this beauty, lies the future determined for purpose of existence
Behind this beauty, lies the visible and invisible truth
Behind this beauty, are responsibilities
Behind and beyond this beauty, lies Wisdom
Behind this beauty lies the path
N.H Kandjimi
Copyright © Nelson Herculano | Year Posted 2015
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Nelson Herculano Poem
Education
My name is Eddy
And I am full of surprises
But I only go for civilized buddies
Since they need to complete a series of passes
If you want to see these surprises
You need to be very flexible
Because there’s high prices
But that does not have to stop you from eating at my table
I am honored country wide, and internationally
That’s why my presence is a concern for every leader
I am the speech discussed nationally
Since I provide survival for these who step up my ladder
Try me and you shall see
Follow me and you shall bealive
Carry me along and you shall be the witness
Trust me and you shall be the greatest and most respected
If u can’t recognize me well, my name in full is EDUCATION
By N.H Kandjimi
Copyright © Nelson Herculano | Year Posted 2013
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It was almost sundown
Early in February
When the wind blew the trees down
When the thunder in conjunction with the lighting seemed scary
But up in the sky
Mr. Blue looked down with a smile
When the Sun had to say goodbye
And the weather all over the town shared the same style
Down in the ghetto
Critical conditions were experienced
Poor houses were defeated, together with young stores
And it brought merciful conditions with high expenses
While around the city
The weather seemed to be curious and deliciously
When the thieves became stronger and high in velocity
And the weather results brought Miseries and a concern of Brutality
When that happens … It’s a sign that Mr. February is Back !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By: NH Kandjimi
Copyright © Nelson Herculano | Year Posted 2013
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Once upon a time, when the world was young
We hardly heard of crime, for we mostly respected our tongue.
Harmony is what we expect, but though we have experts,
Money is what they respect, and the victims are regarded as pets
“We live in harmony” said the first, “We live in harmony” said the second,
But yet we depend for survival, the fact that we are blind is their fruit,
For we make their dinner table, much delicious for them
We sleep on mats that are reserved for pets; we eat on plates without fat,
Mindset has always been their first target, to make us believe what is not there
Blaming ourselves had always been the results, politized by their practices,
We have been transformed from self-reliance to post reliance.
Our minds are too occupied, thinking about them,
When our owns are postponed for the next hour,
Our cultures have been buried, when theirs keep heating drums into our ears
Confusing the generation expected to take over, THEN WHO SHALL?
Where is the Harmony we expect from your appointment?
The promises you had addressed during manifestations?
When will we tell our own folks, rather than letting them be told
If plants can grow new leaves every season, why can’t we open our eyes for Harmony?
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Early in the Morning, Brightness Arouses
Symbolizing a new born day,
That all species have observed since the 90s,
Of which, are the Wonders of the day
Wonders of the day!!! Wonders of the day!!!
Yelling all chicken, dogs, people, birds and more species even,
Wondering what makes up the world and how it was made,
In search of answers through research and experiments
Wonders of the day!!! Wonders of the day!!!
Brings joy to some, but sadness to others,
Enlightens all humans, and provides light to all
Living Organism
Wonders of the day!!! Wonders of the day!!!
Expected to bring change, than destruction,
As from now Onwards, One should be reminded, that…
The wonders of the day are as wonderful as planned by the Creator,
Therefore, A new day should also mean a new definition of our Personalities
By N.H Kandjimi
Copyright © Nelson Herculano | Year Posted 2014
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“I speak for the deaf,”
“Visible for the blind”
Behind this garden are owners, who are responsible for us
Behind this garden, are cores involved for every official member
Behind and beyond this garden lies fire and floods
Life behind this garden lies on germination and termination
Life behind this garden is rewarded depending on strength
Behind surviving in this garden lies on the necessity for rain and sun
In the garden are many ways to take, even made them optional for you
In the garden all are important and crucial
Though the garden may be big and complex, yet the plants keep growing
Though the garden may seem complicated enough, yet the flowers are blooming
Though the garden may seem to lack potassium and anti-pesticides,
yet the vegetables are producing
N.H Kandjimi
Copyright © Nelson Herculano | Year Posted 2015
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