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Love

Love
Found me
Losing my glow
And brought me back
Aglow.

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A Discount

A DISCOUNT

May I share the story of a man  
Who for a maiden emptied his barn
And for clarity her name is Anne 
And her hair smooth like yarns

May I share the story of my kinsman
Who for a maiden traded a cow for a lantern
And for clarity her name is Anne 
Yet my story just began

So here goes the story of this young man
That wants a girl for to make a woman
And for clarity sake proceeded to woo Anne 
Who placed on him high demands

She wants ostrich feathers for hand fan
And to be treated like the goddess Diane
She wants new wine for her entire clan
And new pair of wrappers for her gran

But my very dear kinsman
Indeed made haste and made plans
To part with all so he could earn her hand
And to possess the rest of her life span

So he sold his land and his barn
And strove to fulfill her demands
And all these he did for to make her a woman
But most of all to be called a real man

So the money left was used to wed Anne
And their union blessed by old gran
But on that night when man and woman
Fulfil the duty that nature demands 

He found that the girl had long been a woman
And her flowers already plucked by someone
So he calls out to her parents and gran
And tells sadly how he's not the first man

He says "no blood on the bed spread
Not even on a spot is it colored red
I can't find a drop if I dared to count
I paid too much; I demand a discount!!"

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A Gift For You

Believe me; I've tried so much,
I've taken my time to pray in church:
That the remains of this battered piece of pierced flesh;
Be to you attractive and found fresh.

I brought to you a broken pot...
Overly trampled—many times cut,
Whose leaking muddy waters create mighty currents
That flow in different directions—history of long torments...

I brought a gift that my rugged hands cannot amend,
A part of me that others will not recommend;
Because they strolled in with high brows and protruded heels
Only to leave this pasture malnourished and ill...

Forgive me, princess dear,
There's a little wear and tear
On the gift that I brought to you
—punctured by those that came before you:

Bimpe took it into an oven and tried to smoke it;
Ronke tried to rid it of oxygen to suffocate it;
Helen fried it with many arguments and fights
And Sandra wouldn't let it rest at nights.

But I managed to rescue this much for you,
Full of dark clouds and shadows that may frighten you
And frail as it is for want of strength,
It's the only gift I can afford—my heart.

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I Found That

The past retires with the moon
The future rises with the sun
The beauties of yesterday
Are but relics today

Guile hides behind smiles  
And hugs are used to transfer bugs
Yet the mouth that kisses a friend
Oft times introduces him to his fiends

A woman's warmth grooms a child
Her wrath dooms a man
She overwhelms both like heavy rain
Only that one comes with tornadoes

Men are leopards
Their schemes may change often
But their spots remain and they'd 
Climb any thing with trunk and branches

Love is a potion
Much becomes poison
Yet a little more is the cure 
But death defies cure.

Life is a circus:
Fate is the juggler
Friendship is the clown
And the passing days enjoy the spectacle.

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Till I Catch a Stranger

As your lips spread like the rising sun,
And your dimples widen like a pond;
I search between your milky teeth
To find the confessions hid beneath your tongue.

As you throw your arms around me
And press your soft body with mine,
I search between your twin towers,
To find the rythm your chest conceals.

But I fail to pick the trail
Yet I cannot stop suspecting.
It's hard to pierce the veil
Yet I'm sure you're pretending.

Ater many months of stealth and lying in wait:
I blow my cover at the slightest twist of your waist;
And up I climb to eat the honeycomb,
That I've vowed to use as a bait.

And I really cannot tell whether I'm the only bee 
That visits these petals when I need a drink,
Because It's hard to really determine 
Whether you smile to another when my eyes blink.

So I'll just assume that you're beautiful,
And try to believe in your professed piety.
I'll lock my fears in my chest–
Till I catch a stranger on your breasts.

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sleep is temporal
death is sadly permanent
both close the eyelids

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Know Your Place

Were the sky an egg, the sun would be its yolk
Were it an artwork, the painter will be God
If rain was virgin silver escaping from heaven's treasure house
Men would line up in their numbers to be the first to be drenched

If earth was a building of precious stones
Wouldn't you want a place right in the middle?
If a man's heart was a treasure laddened ship
Every woman will want to be the one on the rudder

If teardrops were to scorch the skin as they glide 
Would many a trivial matter warrant a cry?
If lies came to pass like prophecies
How many will dare lie about a beloved ones death

Were birds to compete with their songs  
Would the raven win any prize?
If flowers are fine petals without thorns
Would the rose be famed as fair?

The snail cannot outrace the hare
Light is always faster than sound
So a scramble for what is not yours
Leaves you bruised and covered in sores.

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Be

BE

Wake up on bright summer morns
When birds chirp and gentle breeze sings
See the sun readying it's gun
Hoping to shoot bare skins
Till they bleed heavy beads of sweat.

Be.
Live at ease like blossoming flowers
But shield your nectars from that fiery ball's reach
Make lemonade with life's lemons every hour
Yet surf difficult waves as expert sea birds do.

FORM:The Frugalist

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Your Pictures From Aeon

I still find beautiful pictures of you
Painted on my frail heart.
One, two, maybe three but not few,
Hanging beneath its wounded parts
Daily blurred further by nostalgic tears.

Your voice re-echoes  
Like fired cannons,
It haunts worse than geckos
Peeping through dark shadows from aeon.
Adieu lost love,once again.