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Gabriel Onome Poem
WHISKEY
1) Who would take away this unrest
What would make me think my best?
Something for my soul; I am desperately longing
Battle for sanity; my mind is earnestly flogging
I wanna cook something good
But all I eat is depression’s food
Trying to sleep victorious
But always waking up so notorious
Chorus: My soul is broken but my flesh is still in line
Spirit so thirsty looking for a new wine
I wanna live a life that I know is mine
But all I take is whiskey so I can stay fine
2) I heard things about the Lord’s glory
At first I thought it was just a story
Saying to myself; these fellas are just being corny
Until I walked into his sanctuary, I tell you; it wasn’t funny
It was a brand new experience
To know the worth of his essence
This is not benediction nor burning of incense
It is something I call an unexplained presence
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Mistake;one act we always try to avoid because mummy and daddy said so
Mistake; one part of ourselves we don't like to show others because we think it's the only part they will know
Mistake; that sign we don't want to see in our report because we think it means the other boy is smarter than you
Mistake; an human attribute we try to hide,knowing well that we ain't God
I made a mistake; yes
No many maybe; so what
Then scold me,shout out me,correct me
But lemme see the love while you are at it because CORRECTION WITHOUT LOVE IS ABUSE
It is the abuse that I got from mistake that made me not to be the discoverer of electricity
It's not that I did not think about it,but the abuse of mistake has turned into an hormone called FEAR that is secreted daily in my body causing me to have seizures that keeps me lock down in my abuse state
It is the abuse of mistake that makes me not want to trust myself because my thoughts are now affected by your criticism
It is the abuse of mistake that has given birth to all kinds of psychological defects; like being,
psychologically dumb;because I can't get words out of my vocal cord when fear has made itself at home there
Or is it my psychological deafness; because I can't hear my inner voice which is suppose to give me confidence; all I hear are your hateful comments
Or is it me being a stammerer;because when I try to gather the little confidence to speak up, I can't form words properly because my brain is multitasking itself trying to push away fear and doubt.
I know some of you would call what you do TOUGH LOVE;but you only understand tough and not love.
From 1 Corinthians 13 vs 4,we were meant to understand that love is patient and love is kind
But where is your patience?
Where is your kindness?
I don't need your answers to these questions because they are all rhetorical. Thank you
Composed by onomZ
Copyright © Gabriel Onome | Year Posted 2017
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War brings peace
War causes strife to cease
These were the stories we were told when we were boys
Causing us to behave like their toys
"We fight so that our children can have a better future, have our name written in history or even paste our picture"
These were our goals,these are what makes a man we were told
But now I know better
I now know that war is not a cure but a disease that eats up joy,peace and happiness and it won't stop eating because WAR BEGET WAR
Now we see our children being deceived like we were
But there is nothing we can do because we are the spirit of those who were also deceived long ago
Now we are in a different realm,a realm where the only words we hear from the radio is rest in peace
But how can we rest when the ones we love are not in one piece
All what is left for us to do is sing the song in our heart hoping that one day u would hear echoes of of our voices singing NO MORE WAR!!!!!!
Copyright © Gabriel Onome | Year Posted 2017
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