God do not behold iniquity, Even at the cross.
What ordinarily would have been a joyful Election Turned into an orgy of murder and blood letting in Bayelsa, Nigeria. I captured the mood in this Poem for you to feel the heat.
May, I’m not made to use my head
But only my heart to say I’m not
What I am expected to be....
We need this long awaited utopy of ours - more than ever, we need it. The utopy of ours.
Two short verses.
Two birds glide in a cool, cloudy sky.
One is white; the other, black,
But never mind: They don’t fight....
your memory stroke my soul
whatever I do, wherever I go
your memory stroke my soul...
it is about my birthday - 5 January Booooringggg...............
A happy new year to yalll... :D :D <3 make ur wishes, set your aims, achieve them with big strong hearts and yeah, stick to ur resolutions indeed :)
The title may seem far from the words I used, but I think this is the best way to describe it, just like the movie Upside Down. It is uncertain if I have finished the poem, but, here it goes. Hope you would like it. I would appreciate comments.
Songbird of love,
You are home again. It’s been a
Long wandering in the winter land....
The cry of a heart for something that is never meant to be its.
Two souls have grown so close pretty fast, but remain so far that it hurts deep inside.
I really miss my golden days of running carefree, laughing out loud, crying for petty or no issues at all, pestering mom and dad for a candy! I so miss my beautiful Childhood.....