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Damane Pusetso Lionel Poem
Hopeless world*
Hopeless world,
I sat and wonder how the world has become,
Hopeless world,
For we’re all sinners in this world,
But the only thing that set us apart from this rust dust we breathe…
It is the way we rise up through this dust filled with many dirt,
For we are all sinner in this world, in this place of so much hate,
Keep on climbing these hills of holiness,
For you might nev’r know god might be impressed?
In this world of so many wonders,
In this world of so many wonderful tears,
In this world of so many sorrows,
Keep on climbing these painful hills,
For you might nev’r know how beautiful the deck might be after the pain?
Keep on climbing and climbing these hills,
For you might nev’r see beyond the deck of this pain if you’re not trying?
In this hopeless world a mother has to die a child has to wear an image of an old,
In this hopeless world, the tomb became a mother to a child,
In this hopeless world love slips away,
Hopeless world,
For we’re all travelers in this world, invaders, intruders,
In this world of so many sorrows,
Keep on climbing and climbing these painful mountain valleys,
For you might end up feeling comfortable to stumble through the deck of this pain,
This hopeless world took my mother,
This hopeless world took my child,
And this hopeless world the critic has become my friend,
Hopeless world, hopeless world…
I’ve been here many times before,
But every time I sit in front of this world,
I often wonder why there is no door of a smile, peace and happiness,
I’ve been here many times before,
Standing and longing to see the shadows become colorless,
And every piece of breath i draw, become an art to decorate my tomb,
I’ve been here many times before standing across this hopeless world,
Watching and watching as good days become a dawn in the hell,
And every piece of breath I drew through the face of this world,
Become a history to read in tears,
And every moment that passes away,
Become a samber to a dancer filled with pain,
In this hopeless world, the love is no more,
Only stitches that art our hearts to keep us connected with our lord,
End of poem 3
Copyright © Damane Pusetso Lionel | Year Posted 2014
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I remember*
I remember someone calling my name…
I remember someone whispering in my ears…
I remember someone calling my name,
Calling my name, when I was so in deep tears…
And found out that he was our father…
I was willing to conceive his word, thou’ I nev’r knew how to read through his lines…
I remember someone calling my name….
Calling my name,
The only person who remember’d me even when all others were forgotten about me…
I thought I was alone,
Because I nev’r knew that there is a bride who’d still marry me even when I was living under the skin of nobody…
I remember someone calling my name…
Calling my only name out of nowhere…
A man who which came to me and prove to be a good friend indeed…
He came in a bad time and proves to me that there’re still moments that worth to be celebrated…
A man who came when I was in a verge of despair…
And teach me how to act in the story full of tears and pain…
He gave me a reason to say thank you for every little piece of breath I take…
I remember someone calling my name…
When I was in deep, deep’st pain…
He came and offered me something, something that is rare to find…
He offer’d me love, peace and happiness in the world that celebrates a hobby of hate…
He came and offer’d me a drink,
In the world packed by drunken masters…
He came to me when I was in deep pain…
And surely taught me how to babysit my pain…
For I knew not who’d sell his only home for me,
But anyway, he has surely proved to be the architecture of my soul…
For I knew not who’d love like him…
But surely he has proved to be a good friend…
who’ll always be there for me even when the world falls into sleep…
I remember someone calling my name…
For I knew not who’d be…
But he came one day,
And teach me how to sing a happy song in the choir that sing a song of hate…
He came to me when I was nobody…
And transformed me to a body that anybody wo’d dare for to build upon it…
Our father, the born warrior and the conqueror who nev’r used power…
A man of many gentle men…
Who’d love like him, make me understand…
So keep looking for his presence,
For there’re so many places where his love would dare to dwell upon…
So keep looking for god’s presence,
For he has so, many corners in this world that we could find his presence that we fail to dwell upon…
End of poem18
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Long gone*
Long gone,
I’ve been here many times before…
Standing at this window,
Looking upon this hopeless world.
Every little breath I take could be the last ride my soul could enjoy,
I’ve been here many times before,
Looking upon this faithless world,
Every beat of the heart I hear could be the last I could enjoy,
Every moment that passes away could be the only mile I could enjoy…
The pain nev’r console,
Every little moment that passes away it’s a stitch that holds my smile together…
I’ve been here many times before…
Sitting here and there enjoying the gift that I nev’r wish to receive…
I gave it all up, for what?
Because at the end,
I end up returning with a price as a pain to console…
The pain that meant to dust me through even when I’m already shining with tears…
I’ve been here many times before…
Sitting before this window,
Hoping and longing for better day to be present…
Suffering is never a gift for the bad spirits,
For it has no space to live in a heart full of dirt…
But suffering is for the good spirits,
So when the time comes they could remember how to shine in the world full of dirt…
And still maintain the beauty even when there’s a traveler traveling with no license in their own world,
I’ve been here many times before…
I kept asking myself why I’m I standing across this window…
The scripture I see in my eyes has been never enough to give birth to the words that could easily console me…
Tears come and go,
Just like a sunshine running out of time to step into another world…
The pain is murder, and my hope is my protector,
The pain is a killer,
And my faith is my number one fan to follow me even when I’m no longer a winning team….
I shall walk through the shadow of pain even when I’m no longer wearing the skill of perseverance…I’ve been there long gone before…and you shall pass too…
End of poem 14
Copyright © Damane Pusetso Lionel | Year Posted 2014
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Away*
When they walk away…
When they walk away…
Let them walk away…
Don’t talk another person into staying with you,
Don’t talk another person into loving you,
Caring about you,
Let them be away if they were meant to be away they’ll remain away…
Don’t talk another person into calling you, thinking about you…
When people walk away from you let them kiss the route…
Turn your back and face the future…
You cannot force another person into staying with you…
For we know that even good times have its own time to fail when the time fails…
Away…
Don’t talk another person into staying with you…
When you know that, they want to leave you…
It’s so sad yet so painful to say good-bye to someone you never wish to leave…
But It’s so sad yet so painful to stay with someone you know that he or she wants to leave…
Away…
Let it go…
Pave your sorrow…
And let it be a path to teach you how to forgive and forget…
Turn your back and face the light and the past will remain in the past…
Away…
let them stay away…
We all learn from those who do us wrong…
We all learn from those who break us apart…
For you must remember that for every miss steps…
Strangely can bring us closer to the perfect steps…
We just’ve to learn the hard way so we could learn to crawl through the hard ways…
Away… let them be away…
Make them a memory yet not a dream…
Away...away… let them stay away…
End poem 7
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