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Micheal John Poem
bury me not in woe when you look back in departure
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Micheal John Poem
I will be waiting
for you,
even when all
ages gathered
and gone,
even when time
tarries not.
When moment
flies in race.
When seasons
run and all are
lost in pursuing,
i will surley wait
for you.
Even if it takes
the rest of my
days.
Even if it takes
the rest of my
life.
I will wait for
you.
No matter how
long,
as long as u be
mine,
even when no
attention is given,
when all at self-
will lost.
I will wait for
you,
i will wait for
you,
i wll wait for you.
This i promise
you.
I will wait for
you.
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Micheal John Poem
Bruising,kicking,clubbing,
chanting,ranting,yelling
from afar their
judgement is
pronounced
scourging,ravaging,encompassed
their foes
enmassed
their woe is
come
ensnared in rage.
No attention
given
brutally abase at
fraternities delight
blood splitting
blood gushing
sands soaked in
blood
as of mud from
a downpour
fraternities
yelling,cheering,
as their
massacre
delights them all
no saviour
no mercy
woe!!?
Woe!!!
Woe!!!
They rant in one
accord
from their
chamber
miserable voices
screamed in
agony
only but
whispers are
heard
in cold fatique
voices.
One said i am
not guilty!
another said we
only came
to collect what
he owed me!
Another said i
live in heaven
where milk and
honey flows
i lack nothing,i
am innocent
another said
yesterday
i paid my
tuition,i paid my
dues i am
innocent.
In cold blooded,
massacre them
all.
their hell fire
came to them
alive
they were burnt
they were
wasted
as of unwanted
beasts!
oh! Aluu what
have you done?!
Who were those
innocent 4 you
killed??
Don't you know
the pain of
mothers labour
at birth?!
They are not
different from
you
they feel pain!
they feel torture!
they feel torment!
wont you
scream if i club
you?
won't you flee if
i burn you fire?!
They sought to
flee
they sought to
hide
they pled for
mercy
but you were
their miserable
nightmares!
You were there
foes ragging in
woes massacre!!!
The boys were
your children
they were your
brothers
oh! Merciless
Aluu!!!
What have you
done to the
futures untold?
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Micheal John Poem
Thy beauty no one deny
at the passing of thy movement
kings pauses to behold thy beauty
at the gaze of thy sight is a spell thereof
Esther thy name
beauty thy game
had i a choice but to go with thee
to there where built thy castle
should u need a home?!
Here is my heart its best for you
in me you've found a place in my heart.
My heart you home
come dwell with me O' beauty queen.
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Micheal John Poem
My childhood a moment unforgettable.
A moment of careless pleasure
A moment when there was no thought for what should
be,
what may be,carelessly moved all.
My childhood
a moment best loved
a moment careless delight
a moment thoughtless
a moment Unforgettable
my childhood
my childhood
take me to my childhood
i miss him
i miss thoughtlessness
i miss consciouslessness
i miss selflessness
Take me to my childhood
I Yell in Grief
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Micheal John Poem
For to the things done in time past
birth the present, leads me
by hands to there where self discovery lies
i have known time and its values
for i have passed through the hurdles of time
i have pass through the hurdles of life
i have known pains
i have known pleasures
i have known sorrows
i have known madness and folly
in the arms of philosophical gatherings
in the path of wisdom
where but few travelled by
with time and daily doings
i have come to know me and to accept whom i've
become
for wether i failed or i succeeded
i cannot change them
for they have made me who i am
like the breaking of the day
so i grow up with time and and daily learnings.
for to the boy of then in the past
with time and daily doings
has become the father of the present man.
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Micheal John Poem
They are the evil behind the mask,
they live in our homes,
share same bed with us,
in their arms we are ensnared.
they are the evil behind the mask.
At their scenes of play:
we mourn our fathers,
we mourn our mothers,
we mourn our uncles,
we mourn our aunties,
we buried our friends.
Before our very own eyes they are massacred in cold
blooded.
By the aliens behind the mask.
From afar i beheld the ravages of our camp.
At my gaze eyes failed to blink,
as it rained as of a heavy downpour.
even lucifer paused in marvel
at their horrible scenes of play.
They are the evil behind the mask,
their name boko,others haram.
People laments,others mourn.
Our camp is known in wailing.sitted on the lips of our
folks
mournful songs of their gone children,
all at the hands of the aliens behind the mask.
They live in our homes,
share same bed with us,
enjoy the delicacies of our meal,
they are the evil behind the mask.
They are the bastards and the menace of the community.
Their name boko,others haram,
people Laments.
They are the evil behind the mask.
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Micheal John Poem
With open eyes
we gaze at
things visible,
in smiles of
disguise,deep
wounds,
pines within are
covered.
In learning we
dare not go
beyond
our imagination,
and the content
of our skull.
All we hear
around us is
whispering,
in conversation
and sharing
we learn that
leads our path.
In sentimental
feelings we go
the loner path.
In giving we
learn not to
withhold,
we see others
through us
we see
ourselves
through our
dealings.
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Micheal John Poem
I can't run
i can't hide
i tried killing it
but its alive than
life could tell
it keeps crawling
to me,
in my hidden
places
they crawl to
me,
gripping me
every corner
within,
you are my
nightmare!
You are my
dream!
Will i toyour
dreaming sleep
not?
Will i to your
nightmare not
slumber?
In this dream i
love to dally.
In this
nightmare i need
no intrude!
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Micheal John Poem
There i look
there where my help lies
there where cometh my hope
there where Angels fly
there where gold is incomparable to its beauty
there where sitted the feary one
To the hills where cometh my help
............There i look..............
And when all of my strenght is gone
and when there be no help from man
and when all melodies are gone
and when loneliness my companion
and when men rejects me
and when i cannot cope
from there cometh my hope
from there i here a new song
from there my strenght is renewed
from there my loneliness is taking away
to the hill where cometh my help
............There i look.............
When sorrows abounds
when brokeness my companion
when pains ravages the walls of my heart
when i am persecuted for the things i most embrace
............There i look............
There where my help lies
there where cometh my hope
there where Angels fly
there where gold is incomparable to its beauty
To the hills where cometh my help
..........There i look............
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