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Ambrose Thuo Poem
Blame me for being into you
Coz you will forgive me if I was you!
I will stick my tongue to tease your lips
Run my fingers through
And make your heart pace up
Till you can’t hold on any second longer!
Hold you closer to me, whisper the insanity
You always wish for!
I believe we deserve to ride on so smoothly
Coz I’m not against the evil am about to reveal
For it is for love and not lust, that am sure.
When do you want us to roll and twist?
When do you want to play role in the beauty and the beast?
So when our eyes collide in gazes and seductions all I blow outta my mind is Love!
We can’t help giving us what we have.
Am not gonna fight you for the opportunity I need
Rather fight for you for the due demands of livelihood that you need!
I lay low to hold the chances and finally say yes and we gonna win!
Copyright © Ambrose Thuo | Year Posted 2017
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He was, He is and will ever be!
He speaks no human language
But speaks to humanity at large!
When the wails got you addicted
Lonely in depression and an experienced survivor in temptation.
When curiosity is all about what's next when stressed,
and "what's up!" When messed.
He is always the hope to eternal joy
the purpose you should forgive yourself
and comfort your heart with peace in His name.
He is the beginning of every utterance; Word!
and the source of every being; World!
The power to restore undisputed faith is within His throne,
and the knowledge to blend a new generation in His nature.
He understands every composition in and on every bone,
moulds an grants the free will to every mind till it's mature!
We see Him not! He makes no knot!
He wears no coat but the origin of every thought!
Trouble camouflaged to new wagons,
His well to all,prosperity, is what bubbles for He pardons.
When the wails got you addicted,
goodness and hope sounds limited.
Almighty breaks the code of minimality,
brands new seals and deals in cleansing the sinful humanity!
When curiosity is all about what's next when stressed,
Princes and princesses we are all addressed.
Revelation to us is never faint,
for we glow better in wits; His love our new Paint.
Lord of lords!
God of no odds,
Allah we address Him
God ourFather we adore His regime !
Copyright © Ambrose Thuo | Year Posted 2017
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Ambrose Thuo Poem
Then the tides came knocking,
Forming fists of all agitation ever occurred,
The ocean stared when I opened to listen,
slapped me with saline texture on my left!
I didn’t charge for that cause, but withheld my believe
that it was a correction not an intended breaking of mood.
Angry winds grabbed my weak heart,
swung with it until I had no energy even to pat.
I flashed back the sweet whispers of coconut leaf blades,
and restroom on shores and the arcades.
I was flattered by how in past the tides were calm
And faint heartedly wished the times would again come
Then with a striking intense power the sky thundered,
as my heart pounded hard and left me desperate for what had gathered,
what had altered normality as past,
and murmured frustration and tore the mast.
The cabin was abandoned and the crew was saving its own
there was no more friends at the time as a line was drawn
treasures shared among
and hearts open up for there was no more to hold a second long.
The weak deafened their fears and dived for safety
as the strong held wits together with the best of dexterity
sew ideas to impossible tools of war,
as hopes, though so dim made the climate of doom blur!
Copyright © Ambrose Thuo | Year Posted 2017
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Ambrose Thuo Poem
We don’t choose what we are but
we dwell in what we find best
for us. The world might smile,
frown and grown to our choices
but not our destiny. Life is a whip to the
ill minded, a guide to the lowly at heart
and full in the heart of learning.
I choose you: the world frowns, I Have
you: the world drowns, but I have us the
world hums new tones.
I trip toward you, fall before you, but
rest into you after all. Like the
morning dew imma cling on you like
a blade of grass, be cold till the sun
shines like your eyes does. I choose to
be with, choose to be for, and choose to
be made by you till I suit you lesser that
evil and more than good enough for
everyone to admire.
No soul begs until it matches and
no heart pumps until it is fed with
it’s best . I choose my soul for you
give my heart to you and offer my
body to serve to please thy will. I
confess to be into you be about you
when I think and torn in symmetry
between you and me.
Copyright © Ambrose Thuo | Year Posted 2017
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Ambrose Thuo Poem
Keeping the heart happy
Sailing our souls through agony
Shaping our lives into the most meaningful aspects is all
That the world will ever NEED!
But what we show to it makes the world fit us
benefit us and trust our instincts,
In what we good at,
Makes us good to others, But what we fight sees the bitter cells growing in us!
Copyright © Ambrose Thuo | Year Posted 2019
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