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Collins Cp Poem
I Am a prisoner of love
bound to forgive
and taught to pursue peace
Taking pleasure in the flowering of the truth
is my daily routine
I’ve lost appetite hearing lies
Many times i’ve attempted to escape
from my cellblock
But the freedom i’ve found in love
is so overwhelming
it brings me down on my knees
prostrate upon the altar of love
There my deep emotions gushes out
groaning fervently in prayers
the world embraces love
I am sold out for love
My ego is no longer central
and there is no turning back
Am home
it's where i belong
This will forever be my song
A Poem by: Collins Cp
Copyright: 23rd March, 2017
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Collins Cp Poem
Whose voice is this that awakens me from a deep sleep,
irresistibly pushing me out of my comfortable bed?
It only spoke once, this voice so deep,
but it echoes countless times in my head.
Its noble sound so electrifying, soothing, strong.
Now I’m brimming over with cheerful whistles all day long
like a bird that escaped from the fowler's snare,
I don’t have a care.
Whose voice is this that suddenly opens my eyes?
My visual senses energise,
with a strength of vision that’s new.
And, lo, a spectacular view!
I see an eagle with piercing eyes
flying high in deep blue skies.
Suddenly the eagle and I are one,
swept in ecstasy toward the sun.
To the heights of heaven,
I see a pearly gate with a mirror and the number seven.
I’m in awe as I see
a man in the mirror looking back at me.
He holds a pen and a book
with magic words and I take a look.
Then he speaks with that voice so deep
telling me to go back to sleep
and promising answers as life goes on
in my dreams and in a song.
A Collaboration By: CP Collins and Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Feb. 21, 2017
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Collins Cp Poem
Who I Am
I am your prisoner of love
bound to forgive you.
I tried to escape
but still I pursued you.
Let's take pleasure in our youth
and the freedom of truth.
How easily my emotions gush out
as I learn what love is about.
And I'm on my knees
as I beg you please.
Love me too.
I am bound to you.
I have no pride.
Be my bride.
Hear my song.
It's to you I belong.
A Collaboration by: Collins Cp and Carole Duet
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Collins Cp Poem
I once wore thoughts of you like a golden robe
I held onto them like a king who never lets go of his scepter
In my wildest dreams i built a castle upon a lofty hill and put your name there
What a blissful palace it was!
An architectural masterpiece and the definition of beauty
But then nature become too jealous
Before i realised it,
The hurricanes came banging at my own door steps as though i was a convict of murder
In a blink of an eye my beautiful castle was in ashes
The violent winds tore my golden robe in infinite pieces
Nature stripped me of my treasure
As though it was not enough time crept in and erased all my memories of you without asking for permission.
Despite such a painful experience my artistic ability has grown stronger.
And Am now building another castle whose foundation are the eagle's wings.
Copyright © Collins Cp | Year Posted 2017
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Collins Cp Poem
Dear Love,
My heart is enchanted by your beauty.
You are as fair and pure as a flower that has bloomed
in paradise,
a lovely and rare rose,
always putting on a roseate smile.
Your hair is scented with roses.
Oh, how I love that fragrance!
You’re the one.
I’ve seen the love in your eyes.
You're my muse,
the fuel for my best motives,
always showering me with good news.
Your words are like magic to my heart and music to my ears,
full of awe-inspiring lyrics.
Always and forever,
You’re the one.
Copyright © Collins Cp | Year Posted 2018
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Collins Cp Poem
Out of Ink dreams are achieved,
visions fulfilled,
knowledge instilled,
and ignorance distilled!
Out of Ink words tide over,
silent thoughts are evinced and our hands can touch them.
Out of Ink a skillful writer strikes a chord with the reader,
and so the reader becomes a runner,
leaping over the mountaintops as fast as fire burns dry grass.
Copyright © Collins Cp | Year Posted 2020
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Collins Cp Poem
A seed is buried in dirt to grow
Its future packaged within
Destined only for greatness
From seed to Sequoia
Like beautiful trees rise from ugly seeds
Beauty rises out of ashes in due season
Copyright © Collins Cp | Year Posted 2019
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