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Real Friends

They are like night and day
Always there,
Even when not seen, I know they’ll be here
Treat me like a brother, oh how much they care
How many are they?
Who do stick around when we try and fail?
To help us through the day
Looking beyond the veil
And not shun us, to betray or turn their back in the face of dismay

What can I say? God bless and a million thanks!
I feel like I owe them a hundred favors
But they say that they owe me a hundred favors instead
Often when the rainy days come
To them I run as I would to nine one, one.
When I have nothing but problems and empty pockets
Unlike some, they don’t cough up 
Nor act like there are crocodiles in their pockets
Again I say thanks, but even more kind is the reply I get
“It’s nothing but a mere drop in the bucket” 
For real, my heart gets filled with joy
Coz honestly it was more than just a mere drop
My great homey told me
Real friends don’t count favors
But even if I tried I’d fail, I couldn’t keep count
Which doesn’t mean I forgot
Though they did for me and forgot about it
Expecting no rewards, no refunds
Simply expressing brotherly love
A reason valid enough for me to value our friendship beyond any price

So we roll together, don’t be surprised
We get along like we’re from the same tribe,
Sharing the same blood, creatures of the same God
With or without, we don’t judge
Like a tennis ball against the wall;
In two ways we let the love bounce
I know one who stood for me to take a punch
Exceedingly grateful for every bit of love
Because little is much and much is just little multiplied
Never feel like you haven’t done enough
Because to me every little bit counts

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Freedom To Free-Doom

Freedom and freewill
One of the best gifts bestowed to mankind
I heard it is all around
But how many of us seek and find?
I heard it’s free but many have left lives behind

Having it is like growing wings
Fully stretched and widely spread
Flying over the limits
Untrammeled, powerful beyond measure
What a precious treasure

It remains a wish for many
Whose wings are tied or clipped
Entangled in an invisible web
Wondering to themselves,
How did we fall in this trap?

Is liberty not our birth-right?
From where does this monopoly come?
How come someone else has to redefine?
Then pass the laws when he is done
By which we are confined

Limits to this, limits to that
Now another limit to what to say
And this is only today
Fear for the upcoming days
You can’t freely associate 
Nor can you freely express
RIP, freedom of speech is dead.
 
We hypocritically cheat on ourselves
Silencing the inner voice that we hear
Being wise but yet fools
Thinking there is little to lose.
Then the loss lasts for more than an hour
Losing freedom is losing power 
becoming more and more dependent
Slowly but surely disintegrating
Suffering and Enslaved, 
Waiting to be released to the grave

It was once just a folk tale
We thought the man will never return
To ever haunt us again
But he quietly carried out his plan
Now I see a dark shadow of a man
Hear the footsteps of his return 
Is that him knocking on our doors?
Ironically, there’s no one who knows
Remember?
He always had a thing to offer
Some of it promising to the needs
And some of it very enticing indeed
But the very same man
Always took something in return.
            
He figured that knowledge is power
Then artfully plunder a little each hour
Once the mind is deprived
There’s not much the poor body can do
Take a look around you
He could be sitting right behind you

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Count Your Blessings

Count your blessings

We look at the challenges we are facing
How constantly problems are pressing
At how trials are stressing
Subdued in them, we forget to count our blessings

We look at the bad
We are super scared
We worry, we tarry
We throw no party
As if we are blind;
We seek but can’t find
The joy in being alive
We seldom celebrate life.

Oh men, will you try to live
Forgetting not how lucky you are
Appreciating what you have
It may not seem so important when we have it
Because we have it, a little ungrateful
But imagine how worse it’d be if we lacked it.
Think of why those without it crave it.
Then turn around, hug it and embrace it.

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I Wish

I wish ...
 Dearly beloved
 I know not too many flattery words, but if I may then I should say;
You are as a shooting star, oh how I am continually persuaded to wish whenever I see you from afar.
More often I wish I knew of your existence, & between us I wish there lied no distance. They say “it’s better late than never,” but …
Wish I had met you first, let you feel the beat from my chest.
More than just a heartbeat, kind of feels like a rhythm of love.
Wish heaven knew I’d fall hard for you, & prepared comfortable your heart.
Wish I knew how to get to you, the map to your heart.
Wish I knew to be unique or better yet peculiar, so as to have you not say: ah, all men are the same.
Wish I knew to act better, raising no doubts; like maybe it’s just a game.
Wish I knew of a method with which I could prove …
-That my words are indeed true.
Wish I knew all you would want, & lavish you before you could even ask.
I wish it was the other way, when you said you were already taken
I wish there was another day, when you’d say it was mistaken
And how many more wishes have I if you asked?
Countless; I’d say, but the figures matter less.
There’s one too many, but all in all
I just wish I had you, Darling!

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A Kind of Love

A kind of love

And this is but one in an ocean of many,
Indefinite definitions of love
So you can fish out any
Perhaps, come up with one.

I was intrigued to hear that love’s a verb
An action word whose meaning
Goes beyond mere feelings
With a tendency to change
From initially feeling a certain way- 
To no longer feeling the same

Contrary to walking away and turning your back
Choosing to an action to rekindle the flame
Synergistically working together to bring it back
Amid a hopeless moment when it seems to fade

It ain’t all about finding a perfect match
Because when it comes people, there’s no such thing as a perfect pack
Be not marveled
This isn’t a jigsaw puzzle

The reason why some people never break up
And why others always make up
Putting aside their differences, living together
No matter the weather

Patience, long-suffering and acceptance
Not vainly chasing after the wind; who can catch that?
Appreciating what’s at hand, nobody’s perfect
Never shrinking to grow against a harsh moment, 
When the feelings seem to fall dormant
As a dying flame almost extinct
Real love still persists to exist

Withstanding the waves
Enduring the most vile of tests
Yes, the initial stage is for a little taste
After which comes the roughest phase
Which lovers have to face 
Or never make it to the end.
 
If every soul understood how it works
They would better know how to share it

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Time

For everything there’s a time,
Yes, the clock is in God’s hand
He orders the sun to rise & shine
Then later says: “you can now set”

A precious treasure indeed of value exceeding great
To be embraced, not squandered nor wasted
Unlike money, most of us have it
But for a very short while, nonetheless
As the hourglass sand; it slowly creeps to run out
Wisely spend it or regret it -
Standing on the dark side, 
Wishing you could reverse it

There never seem to be a perfect time
Well, perhaps it could be right now 
Just act and later on you’ll find out
The present time we can do something about
But into the past we can only go back as far as our memory takes us
Into the future likewise, only as far as our abstract imagination lets us

Is there enough time? – well, maybe not quite
Somebody told me they had no time
I offered to spend mine with them
But “No, don’t waste your time” they said
That was the best time to learn
And the worst time is still ahead
When nothing is seen and no sound into the ear is heard
Fully numbed till nothing is felt 
When all seem to stand
The loved ones stricken by fear, more quiet and scared

Many like to say: “I don’t have time for them”
But if we love
Then shouldn’t we make time for them?
Past, present & future 
Time will always be there 
Yet we will not always be here!
Reliving back, I hear an echo of words:
What we invest our time on is what we get

Time never used is time wasted, every minute counts
Three men live in the present time, we’ll call them 3; 2 and 1
1’s life is like 2’s past,
3’s current life is 2’s dream future life
The most logical thing is to give thoughts to our actions and thoughts

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Love Thy Foes

Love your foes

The sound of the word FORGIVEN
Is very soothing to the ears,
Especially when being said to you
It is like winning a perpetual inner battle
A healing, so relieving
Sometimes unbelievable,
Because you thought you were unforgivable.
You wonder if they really mean it
Who’s perfect? We all need it,
A veil to cover our mistakes. 
But it’s more difficult when it’s our turn to say:
You’re FORGIVEN.
It takes a strong mind, a merciful heart 
Yes! Even a courageous man or woman
To let bygones be bygones,
To dig a hole, deep enough & bury the hatchet
Ensuring its skeleton never resurrect.
It takes fortitude to overcome
Even that of a slave who forgave his colonizers.
It’s hard to forgive an enemy
As long as their vice live in the mind
not erased
Yet it can be a miracle,
A rare and seldom treasure to find
Making it a special thing.
To love the sinner and hate the sin.
If they greet, share with & cherish only those who love them.
Are we different or better if we do the same? 
Let go.
And love thy foe.

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Balance

Balance

In the middle
Between two people, equally needy
Thinking to satisfy both
Win-win, no loss
As a hen does for her chicks, 
Or a fair judge in the courts
A case between the servant and boss

The contrast between night and day
Was it not meant to be this way?
If there was no night
The moonlight would have to join the day
Or find another place to display
But then, nature has its way
Which after we violate, 
Open our mouths and 
Loosen our tongues 
Then utter complaints
The seasons as if overhearing, decide to change
From summer to winter, sunshine to rain
Right after releasing our last scoff, begin to miss again
Ah, men will always be men

As I ponder over why he complains
I understood the need for balance and coherence
Imagine if every force, energy and action
Every thought and maybe every passion
Was in perfect balance
If there was equality, yielding peace and tranquility
No highs and lows but all leveled
Unlike a turbulent flow, all settled


Imagine if all needs were in balance
None so selfish and none so jealous
None so greedy, leaving none overly needy
Imagine if nothing was so easy nor so tough
If the sun shone bright enough
Yet not too strong to cause a wilt
If it were only so, so we wish..
Imagine
If the weather wasn’t harshly cold nor extremely hot
If the air was unpolluted, for Mother Nature wept
Clean and pure, causing no one to suffocate
If there were light showers in the place of hurricanes
Moderate, yet enough for the Farmer’s gain
If a thin line replaced the wide gap between rich and poor
Maybe then,
Men’s heart would fill up with joy,
Leaving no room for complaints.

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Stop Postponing Life

Stop postponing life and start living

Often we push our thoughts too far
And it is common for us to worry about the past
Skipping the present
Missing the point, diverging from the current.

The past is something we once had
The future, something we wish to have
But what if the present is all we have?
Or all we’d ever have
What if we’ll never go beyond today?
For we are not promised the next day?

Worrying about the future helps us not
Neither does regretting the past push us forward
 If this moment is all there is
Then I better realize it and learn to live:
In the moment that is
To draw back all of my energy, 
And focus to this moment

So wait not for the rain before you plough
For you know not when to expect the rain cloud
Do what you can right now
Use what you have right now
For it is already enough
We just have to see it as such.

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Mother

Do you have to resemble someone else?
Before I can say that you’re the best
You need not to be in a death bed
For me to reminisce all your good works

Thank you while you still alive
My other thanks to the Man above
There is none other who cared 
So much to shed a tear,
When life seemed to be unfair
It was you and my best friends
-who shared with me in my pain
You consoled and not complain
You let me make mistakes 
When I stumbled, you patiently bear

I once looked and saw sadness in your eyes
I listened and heard distress in your sighs
If you only knew
I worry more about you
When you worry about my problems 
and then worry about me too
Sometimes I say I'm fine
Just not to stress you

I wonder how you feel down
But still keep your head up high
Praying for my better days 
That’s why having you, I feel blessed 
I greatly marvel at this love and care
So priceless, I can never repay 
Need I use complex words?
I think I will simply say
Without you, life wouldn’t be the same
I LOVE YOU Mom