This poem (or song) is for those who want to be a good friend to someone no matter how painful.
This is very personal. I hope my friend read this.
**Criticism is wholly welcomed
Music blasting in my ears.
I wake up from a nightmare.
The lonely grey ceiling stares....
Across the river
Across the town
I had been in a flower garden...
This poem is a portrait of what writing is to me.
For me it has been a form of expressing from the basic to the most complex things in life.
I hope you like it!
**Criticism is wholly welcomed.
Hundreds of stones were resting below her tiny feet
They're sending pain all over her small body
But she never really cared, not a little...
The Pilgrim, inadvertently found the archaic code. Can you find the code? It's a New year puzzle.
It is the season of the Harmattan; it’s autumn, when snowflakes falls as rain drops
But just as he’d thought he will never find his way out, he heard again the sounds and lighting of fireworks
in the horizon, just as the one before; here it comes again: Xmas is here
His cherished warmness and oneness tossed overboard by a strange malady
in the wings of politics, that has cast him in the mold of a fiendish, bloodthirsty barbarian.
Broken hearts are beyond repair, what if you get an opportunity to fall in love again.
I was confused.
I had my head heavy.
I sought the help of my Gibson guitar....
"Thus, like the dawn of a new day, when the dark nightly clouds were chased away at the birth of the morning sun, the silhouetting shadows ...."
Glittering darkly from a shadowed cast, stood the pool of water from ages past. Won't take of the water that will never run dry?
November 8, 2016. The day our Super Girl was born.
Finally, I have a little sister!
Still just musing about the state of my land.
The stars that light up the night are far from little. They are just so perfect and right.
The little things saved the "broken love"
A shimmering vision upon which my hope stays
Yet, now I dwell in the squalor of earthly ruins
A desolate forlornness amidst my strayed goals
Only seeing darkly the brightness the morn brings
The seize in the Niger Delta does not seem to be abating.
When he Stretch forth His hand, please, do not hesitate; take it.
In love with an Angel sleeping.....
The title says it all, just from my heart.
Watching the birds.
Counting the seeds....
God's love is so unconditional that even when we think we are all alone, because of the mistakes and sins we have committed, he is always there for us.
It has never been this hard in the land. Yet, the managers say it is normal. To me, It is nightfall in the Afternoon in the Land.