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Gone a Road

Out of the bosom of eternal bliss
 In which I reigned with glorious sire
 Out of my comfort zone
 With dreams to fall a sleep to
 No widow to be remorseful to during cold nights
 A laid bed of roses to lie down at sundown
 Surrounded by down to earth people
 Valleys and slopes to plough when the rains a back
 I have gone a road
 Off to where the wind blows whirly
 Where; human reign is a tale, 
 And wild horses run you down in broad day light
 With no slopes to climb, neither valleys to roll down to 
 Where dew never leaves the green grass on the plains

 Behold, I have gone a road
 Embarked on a journey my fore fathers longed to take
To where; not bounded, not corrupt grace of heavens descends upon the earth
And I shall reside where trees grow tall beneath the illuminated sky
Where the gods of the land shall convulse my spirit with joy                                                              
Not so long then shall I get a profound bride!
 Sprucely beautiful, with incorruptible moral fiber and a spotless bright skin
 With whom we shall tie the nut
 Too soon after, we shall hit the high road back home
 Coz; I would have missed your love and care too much already
 Though my bride’s kinsmen shall miss their daughter 
 When I shall be gone a road to my home and family
 Back to you who really give an eye teeth for my well being

                                                                            By;

                                                                                 Oswell

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Gone a Road

Out of the bosom of eternal bliss
 In which I reigned with glorious sire
 Out of my comfort zone
 With dreams to fall a sleep to
 No widow to be remorseful to during cold nights
 A laid bed of roses to lie down at sundown
 Surrounded by down to earth people
 Valleys and slopes to plough when the rains a back
 I have gone a road
 Off to where the wind blows whirly
 Where; human reign is a tale, 
 And wild horses run you down in broad day light
 With no slopes to climb, neither valleys to roll down to 
 Where dew never leaves the green grass on the plains

 Behold, I have gone a road
 Embarked on a journey my fore fathers longed to take
To where; not bounded, not corrupt grace of heavens descends upon the earth
And I shall reside where trees grow tall beneath the illuminated sky
Where the gods of the land shall convulse my spirit with joy                                                              
Not so long then shall I get a profound bride!
 Sprucely beautiful, with incorruptible moral fiber and a spotless bright skin
 With whom we shall tie the nut
 Too soon after, we shall hit the high road back home
 Coz; I would have missed your love and care too much already
 Though my bride’s kinsmen shall miss their daughter 
 When I shall be gone a road to my home and family
 Back to you who really give an eye teeth for my well being

                                                                            By;

                                                                                 Oswell

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Gone a Road

Out of the bosom of eternal bliss
 In which I reigned with glorious sire
 Out of my comfort zone
 With dreams to fall a sleep to
 No widow to be remorseful to during cold nights
 A laid bed of roses to lie down at sundown
 Surrounded by down to earth people
 Valleys and slopes to plough when the rains a back
 I have gone a road
 Off to where the wind blows whirly
 Where; human reign is a tale, 
 And wild horses run you down in broad day light
 With no slopes to climb, neither valleys to roll down to 
 Where dew never leaves the green grass on the plains

 Behold, I have gone a road
 Embarked on a journey my fore fathers longed to take
To where; not bounded, not corrupt grace of heavens descends upon the earth
And I shall reside where trees grow tall beneath the illuminated sky
Where the gods of the land shall convulse my spirit with joy                                                              
Not so long then shall I get a profound bride!
 Sprucely beautiful, with incorruptible moral fiber and a spotless bright skin
 With whom we shall tie the nut
 Too soon after, we shall hit the high road back home
 Coz; I would have missed your love and care too much already
 Though my bride’s kinsmen shall miss their daughter 
 When I shall be gone a road to my home and family
 Back to you who really give an eye teeth for my well being

                                                                            By;

                                                                                 Oswell

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The Girl That I Wish I Knew

It’s so absurd how small the world can be

All my life I eluded beauty

I had no love for nature

But now I heard the sound of the night fall,

The whistle of the sunset

I’ve longed to applause your sweet tenderness, thoughtful heart, caring stare

In the so little time I have known you,

You portrayed great angling of human nature,

Controlled your hysterical haunt

And succumb to my most unbearable nature

Yet still looked most pretty in the eyes of the beholder

May God bless you for your discipleship!

Never anxious to receive but ever longing to give

I promenade you a successful lady in the not so long future

Your chivalry clamored my heart on to my chest

Knowing you was something right

Not forgetting the glorious smiles

For which a reason haunts me for wasting my baseless life

And reckons in my mind, the need to get back up to my feet

I wish I would just let you go and compose myself to a man I were  once

Such full of melancholy and equipped  with ferocious determination to pertain my  visions


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Oswell Brian

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Let Her Stay With Me

Hope to stand by her
Till my words turn comforting whispers
Let her guess
That my wondering quiet stare
Is coz am stricken with panic
For I soundlessly fell for her
Trouble her sleep, let her dream of me
Till I feel the softness of her touch
Let her know how I feel
For am restless of this importunate heart
I loved another, now love no other
Let her stay with me
Till she rids me of the devil in my shoes
Let her wait for me
Till I pace on the verge of success
Let her smile
Till its only her on my mind
By Oswell

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A Troubled Mind

At the very listening post
I made a pause, reminiscing the great times
We had at that very same post
Took a break from the beat of this remorseless life
We exchanged whispers and,
Only wished they were vows
At that time, my life left at ease
Nearly shed a tear upon her sight
Loneliness is a scornful pain
It hurts and mocks
Just half of it
Would make you beg for even the worst company
That’s why the lonely coward sticks to the bottle
Anyway, that’s how absurd life can get
Laugh a little, smile a bit,
Lie all the way to the top
For life doesn’t get any better for lonely people
You could lose your soul to the wandering smoky dust
Have your heart drilled out of your untrimmed chest
But without her, loneliness is a limitless event
With a high odd of hitting you
I can’t stop but think of you
Am stuck wandering what’s next
Now that she is only an old flame
BY Oswell

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The Beautiful Ones Are Finally Born

Come take a look, look all through
And tell me again ‘‘the beautiful ones are not yet born”
That’s disgusting, I feel emotionally torn apart by hypothesis sayings
For the darkness that had convulsed my soul, has now known light
She emerged like a deeming light, in strikes of passion;
 She hit me all sparkling like an angel
My life witnessed the birth of something special and pure;
The abyss of passion that completely overwhelmed me
She gives me a remedy to this ill earth, and cursed world  
A man’s sin and the hope of his redemption has always been a woman
I won’t praise her using dusty and old titles; “Princes, honey”
All I know, being with her is always worthwhile
In noble eminence, she still remains the woman of my life
  								
 By;
        Oswell Brian

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At the Mercy of City Dogs

I can’t look away and I won’t
And I beseech you not to, at least not now
When wailing still convulses the streets
When our leaders scarify us to the dogs
For a tight grip of power
When our mothers feel the safest nest is a yellow shirt
Coz it softens the eyes of the city dogs
When a dark cloud still hovers over the city
So dark that the dogs are blind to us
So blind tears can’t melt their ice cold hearts.
When a man in a blue shirt comes with a latent
And their blood runs cold, cold as the darkness they push us to
I can’t look away and I won’t, at least not now
When pursuit for justice is a crime
And silence to evil is hailed
When our city is still at the mercy of city dogs.

BY Oswell

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The Beautiful Ones Are Finally Born

Come take a look, look all through
And tell me again ‘‘the beautiful ones are not yet born”
That’s disgusting, I feel emotionally torn apart by hypothesis sayings
For the darkness that had convulsed my soul, has now known light
She emerged like a deeming light, in strikes of passion;
 She hit me all sparkling like an angel
My life witnessed the birth of something special and pure;
The abyss of passion that completely overwhelmed me
She gives me a remedy to this ill earth, and cursed world  
A man’s sin and the hope of his redemption has always been a woman
I won’t praise her using dusty and old titles; “Princes, honey”
All I know, being with her is always worthwhile
In noble eminence, she still remains the woman of my life
  								
 By;
        Oswell Brian

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The Beautiful Ones Are Finally Born

Come take a look, look all through
And tell me again ‘‘the beautiful ones are not yet born”
That’s disgusting, I feel emotionally torn apart by hypothesis sayings
For the darkness that had convulsed my soul, has now known light
She emerged like a deeming light, in strikes of passion;
 She hit me all sparkling like an angel
My life witnessed the birth of something special and pure;
The abyss of passion that completely overwhelmed me
She gives me a remedy to this ill earth, and cursed world  
A man’s sin and the hope of his redemption has always been a woman
I won’t praise her using dusty and old titles; “Princes, honey”
All I know, being with her is always worthwhile
In noble eminence, she still remains the woman of my life
  								
 By;
        Oswell Brian