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Mother Africa

Let me explain the dawn of her beauty.
Perharps in one word or two.
This to me isn't my duty.
Her wanders, a strange fiction to the world and me too.
The sweet necter of her smile,
that glows withing the colours of her skin.
She blends accross a mile;
Her face stained in His ink.
Beauty will perish,
from the lies that flourish.
Her children have seen her in her gloriouse days.
When from her hips came fourth the empires and ways.
Kindoms feared; and Names.
Out of the vasness, i hear the pain she bore,
from the conflicts she saw.
A mother of civilisation and more.
Her children bound by the chains of war.
The green to favour the Gods,
Her story we all forgot.
Under the Sun of her birth, came the rest.
Now, the land of the dead,
from which came the first.
The concept within her womb
is the cause beyind her open wound
The past that keeps,
Our history we greef.
In her heart; the birth place of all cultures.
She now, is but a pickings of a volture
Those children she bore are doomed,
Our mother gone to soon

From dirt and earth she grew,
that cold tears on her face like due.
Home is all i knew, a place for a few.
They say she is Dark and Crood;
To embrace us all, even the fools.
"Africa" my mother and boo,
Will always welcome you, you and You.

                By Lekene Paul

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The Chains of Freedom

"The chains of freedom"
They say i was born free,
All i see is, the lies and me.
My reality is the obvious truth
For am the pawn played by them to amuse
The liberty of choice is ment for those with the W.H.O.
The rules will meander amongst the obstacles of the giver .

To soldiers at war
For freedom our flaws
Its cause for they bore
The lives they give for freedom in store
The illusion of man that chains the existence of time.
The "mythe" of " we can" is but a fiction that directs our spine
We but a slave of the law
Man the orchestrator of them all
I am but a being with flaws
To that i reconcile with thee
For the notion to be free is poor 
In his image i am but greatness that wouldn't be 
In a globe fashioned with abundsnce of beauty within
The notion of been free, is wishing for a planet free from the eyes on my skin.
       
                                By Lekene Paul

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The Reason, I Failed

Was it, the one for me

         The red eyes and the pale face

                 That got my front seat

                 Was it, the one to teach

         The reasons not to waile at thee

                  ends of a happy fight

               Rejections in their dress

             That impressive statement

                     " You suck at this"

                Will seduce your mind 

                and keep you up at night

           Like bacterial on an old wine

               Your dreams but a note

         In the strings of a music laugh

            Will echo in times that past

       I sat with failure and she danced

           to the tunes rejection played.

               She then stole my heart

              We married and had, hate

        Eventually, she grew up to date

        "Depression" his name he; says

             The thaughts of memories

                    That linger all day

                     I became of age

          Now I have written over a page 

         stereotypes i face today, from they;

             To let you know I cannot fight 

                   For I am bound to fail

                  With my name on sale 

                           By Lekene Paul

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True Thoughts

The creepy crawly things within, 
the corridors of our mind.
That invades the mind, keeps us up at night.
The conscious fight,Is but a waste of time 
the needless struggle to paint our smile
For the judgement of the colour within a mile 
Is the obviouse reality that bathe in the thoughts' of man
I but a result of natures doing, 
the content of stigma
When every day i leave like in a comma
They say am free on paper 
Thier eyes that chain me later
No one sees my pain.
It lies within my name
Then i bore thier stains
But life still had it constrains
Differences stuffed in a bucket of race
When you look at me what do you see?
The lies told by your fathers past or the present drawned in pity of my ancestors task
To proove we all are equal; but how ?

Was i born in chains by the character of my person
Or the construct of the society and bad lessons
No history of man in ink
Not by my doing, i think
When i pray for days with cake
That constant struggle that keeps me awake
Will jingle like a bell in wait
For those tides that makes the boats to sale
Is but a true thought they wouldnt face.
                    
                  By Lekene Paul

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Social Plague

There it is, the consequencies of the results
The dream of the dawn of evolution, 
Fraudulence time of reality
Being handicap by the morals of lack of dignity.
Ideas that engulves the mind of the naive ones.
Freedom, all but a joke .
Differencies the platform for chaos.
So what are the odds for peace? 

The trend, the looking glass of the soule
The need for standard is a grave untold
That repetition, all but errors of the past
To enslave the waiting man to a new start
An eventual need for more 
She who seats in the middle of them all
Nature but the least observed 
The ages of WIFI to all to serve
A world that mimics the round is but a whole to a  reality that drawns
Against the skin; that breeze that sings
For to see the beauty that breaths 
Amongst they to whom the least.

The looks to which the judgement are based
That character that fades in the face to whom it gaze
To the beholder of the taste the tungue ready to lay its claims
The work that prey on the woman in pain
An action that comes from the fake and strays
Will dare the society in everyway.

                          By Lekene Paul

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Side Effect

SIDE EFFECTS 
What's real;  the pills or the dreams.
The absence of my queen,
Days without meals
I think, am at lifes bream.
Consciousness, but a thing
To far for a starved soul of loves doing,
My days are but a grave 
For time wouldn't bury the pain.
Thinking I was brave
Her absence will drain 
The hope that echoes 
Our journey to follow
My pretend; the chaos 
War in the pillows 
A story with no hero 
Now I am just a zero
For the side effect left me a widow.
                By  Lekene Paul

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The Colour In Your Eye

THE COLOUR IN HER EYES 
So loude was the night 
For the sparkle in her eyes
Was all that caught my sight
Her smiles felt like ice
memories that couldn't fade
The brilliance of her face 
Into my heart like a sun race.
Her lashes felt like blade 
The browness; the gaze 
A woman to amaze 

Those curves  that preys 
On me she slew 
My breath to speak again.
The beats within will pray
To see her, a many to few
Such a woman with brains 

With compliments I bathe 
Beauty my eyes behold 
Her looks stole my pain 
I felt new all thesame 

The looks in those eyes; today 
Thesame I say that day 
When she read those numbers 
For my heart kicked, like thunder
Her eyes was all I remember 
As the memory of her leaved   
Longer


              By Lekene Paul

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Dear Mellany

I wouldn't  say I know you
But in your presence smiles are due 
Your essence is but a rare flower
To unique for a world with fire 
The narrow roads, i take to see you today
Look on my face, will forever stay                 
Days we where but kids of yesterday
A lady and Apple on the road side way
To ease the hunger and pain of strays away
A heart of gold, the hours I pay
To laugh at those jokes you gave
I a friend to happy, to say
Life without you I would never pray
On this day, you came 
To earth a mountain and shade 
From you,the stream of loves 
Life that spraout in your path; as you touch the hearts of many without.
You are a  fulfilment of beauty in its true nature 
And your existence from God was more than a kind gesture.
            


    By a Lekene Paul

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Conscious Lies

Conscious Lies 
I know am not your type 
I can't afford you for a day and more 
No promises for a pocket;  in pain
Memories that stole my heart 
Those lies I kept in a file 
Being her number four 
It soaked my feelings like a black paint 
I chose to follow a new path. 
I have been there before 
To see her in all her flaws 
Her beauty , melts my thought
I; the reject to pause 
Her face today, efforts to waist 
To chase my dream in vein 
I but a dead hero with name
Who prays to win his a game 
He knows, where a built on lies.
So sad to say he changed 
For the lady who stole the day.
And her beauty that stays always in his minds gaze.
          
      By Lekene Paul