Details |
Mwalimu Lakhpin Poem
Once in a time a story begins
So many believe and some repent
People do live in a kind of teases
But a few of them do live of hunt
A berk is a long story we never recite
To be plucky is what he dreamt of when ignited
Yet a coward principled to never be a dint
But all of a sudden the berk have got enfeebled.
Ambitions useless when you're not in take
You better be shut if only your deals are love
One of games that many can never reback
Tremtion of love could never let you on the move.
He abruptly fell in love with a captain player
Hoping it's going to please like it normally does
He vexed himself by loving for real to such player
Has been puzzled and hurt from day one by her buzzes.
And like a fog his heart became
Just like a log in dense forest
Acting as if he is playing mime
Where the word was a sin to lift
He prayed for twilights each day then
Prayers of a cease were always close
Broken heart since ever risen
Sorrow and pain words made a clause.
He was berk and felt okay before time
He was a fine, relieved buddy to have
He never stumbled before it came knocking
Look now he is dying of missing a breathe
Love kills than it hills we all realized
May be sadness is all he deserved
Tempting was only his way to it
While all the worlds saint these mysteries.
Love is a myth but nobody knows
None even wants to figure it out
Because it's a drug to kill and slows
Love or don't, it's all a loving heart
Whether you want to know your fate, love
Whether you need to stay happy, don't
If you want to achieve big, believe
If you want to keep going near, expect.
When the sun goes down, look down and stay quiet
If the moon falls asleep, sleep tight that long
When a dream differed, catch the wind and pet
Just believe in yourself, you won't be wrong.
Just take a minute of wander
Throughout that minute, wonder
Move ahead and set your lines
Jab your wounds and feel the gaze.
The best healer for yourself is you
Lure your moves for your elation
Blink thrice and exhale fear within you
No why to live in other's notion
Thus Berk is glad on his newer page
Solitude is undeceiving friend
So many of us grew in his cage
Hence leaning upon self, a suited shrewd.
Be you for you aren't you without you
Act you for you to prove you to just you
Let you manifest for you to love you
You'll enjoy you until the world yous you.
Copyright © Mwalimu Lakhpin | Year Posted 2017
|
Details |
Mwalimu Lakhpin Poem
The night was too tide
When I sticked with my last
So embraced with the maid
In the middle of the light
She is certain superb of the maids
The best choice ever did
That moons can't get z's
Holding the tilt in the land
Winds come to never tire her up
Love is meant to inspire her
Unaltered blinks at me so pop
A smile that creates proper
Wounds in thousands won't hurt
while the cure is set in her arms
Working inside the edges of a heart
So strengthened, trials finalize
The worlds know we're an ensemble
Retreating the light of the couples
All the seasons saw us enable
Fostered cares blowing in bubbles
Skies above and mods on the earth
Love betwixt like a pestle to hoe
Fly to dream the truth dead to know
Where it stands and can't bow
By it's ken that both understand
With it's mood that all will await
Leggers nod with an entire trend
But all led in the same cult
All is said and many will end
Time is a lead to all the hats
Idle slaves will bet a bend
Love itself will host feasts
Who was I love don't
Love owns not to lease
Frees a tongue to heart a hurt
Fights a light to tame the right
Sends beams to all the senses
Wars freeze and won't retake
All is won until it ceases
Before it reigns over the lake
It fears not the highs and lows
A rank dates a rame
By its sake a lion miaws
The world be owned in zero time
A night marries a day
The right tremtion killer
Angels a demon in a calm way
Awakens minds as a sigh healer
It wows when it settles
A king becomes the best cook
A wanderer donates the cattles
A vow vedges the vex
Love kills to love
You enter the gates abnormal
Throw the beliefs have
Gives power to rely on the real
Its not who you love and knows you
Its not where you are when she is there too
Its not who you are and what you do
Its who you love and who loves you.
You got shot digest fast
Behave as if life is only that
Dies when the shooter is absent
Down and up the heart is won.
Copyright © Mwalimu Lakhpin | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Mwalimu Lakhpin Poem
Kigali! You’re a dream differed
An indefinite dream for unkeyed
You break too many hearts
Heal too many souls abruptly
Kill so many indeed loves
Thus incite a life of pretense.
You’re a money made lifestyle
A suitable dilapidate religion
A refuge to desperate buddies
That many believe you’re a curb
Yet you confuse fidelitous colleens
And deceive whoever you want.
But you’re a dam of opportunities.
Kigali! You’re a home without taboos
An essence of somewhat hopes
Where people move each night
Couples break back and forth
Relationships built over sights basis
Where everyone mind their own hassles
Big players are the best prayers
Where worship is a vital business
Preaching, a sophisticated deal
With a new mean of divination
Yet it’s got a certain overnight
And God is only sought by troubled!
But you’re a land of many chances.
Kigali! You’re a Neverland we never plot
Thus many of us don’t mind you
But still can’t revert to birthplaces.
You’re a confusing glittering promise
Enormous attractants diverting youngsters
Where speaking a mother tongue is illiterate
A place that changed many of us names
Where tramping is a tiresome sport
Many starve and won’t ever surrender
Such a place of modernity and technology
That even modernized feelings and foods
Bodies can be remade and looks created.
And you’re a center of creativity.
Copyright © Mwalimu Lakhpin | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Mwalimu Lakhpin Poem
Oh! This train so superb
So still of lots dreams
Many of which we all absorb
The state full of huge worries
A state to get in unwillingly.
To one corner a man wonders
The other cage women cry
Unaltered yells of all creatures
Getting tears that never dry
Broken hearts dying slowly.
Love is never got back
Faith kills than it heals
Trust hidden with no luck
Rude scenes and wrong wills
Fidelity is a sin, reality is silly.
Insane suns, wild winds
Dead moons to a crunker
Hope lost in frost moods
Oh! This site so wander
With wheels pumped roughly.
A man and loneliness beloved
Chance and curse so betwixt
Life is a hole snakes reside
Denials to all a broken heart
Rules and conducts set faintly.
World a stage man an actor
Love is a myth without a source
Driven engage a differed dreamer
This unwanted puzzle missing a piece
That people get in unwillingly.
The site is intelligent clean mad
A carnivore sheep of the midnight
Clayed eyes legs made in mud
Looks splendid undoubtedly.
Copyright © Mwalimu Lakhpin | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Mwalimu Lakhpin Poem
Within a world so wander
Most of us live of pretend
To puzzle hopes we all surrender
Dreams on never gone to end.
Holding a light all the way
Never becomes being right
It's chasing darkness away
And always be ready to fight.
Understanding all the about
Never becomes the within
Nor knowing the what
It's being introduced there within.
Being a head to a crowd
Never means being meant
It's all being priotised
Ready for stress in your sight
Fighting hard and righteously
Never means becoming a winner
It's losing victory before you get any
Building hopes ambitiously as a loser
Those who know and know it
Are those who live it and don't care
Who think they know never get to it
Ongoing searches interrupt their fare
Calling yourself normal, abnormality
Much love brings much pain
Much faith brings worry
And much trust brings fear herein.
He who fears fears not
Who fears not fears already
Who lies knows the fact
Who say true don't know a lie
A trusted is not a perfect
It's who needs it much
Fights for it day and night
Not a frequent in any church
Who dreams big never get big
Who suffer the most never get tired
Walls of curse occupy a ring
Who's wise may be far beyond.
It's he who plans big to get big
And who aims far to get a trend
Be a silent rude of the ping
A silent slim and so fainted
Who yells isn't a more wounded
What is seen isn't what's there
To know what is you get bumbled
To never live this confused sphere
Copyright © Mwalimu Lakhpin | Year Posted 2016
|