Poetry
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Love Trapped in Hate
Remember when our Relationship was like the game of Tennis/ When love meant nothing When every hello or hi said was enough When I never cared if you had a cold or cough And when you were so comfortable calling the bluff Remember the days you will pass me by like you never cared/ And I would bow down my head in fear rubbing my beard/ Praying upon the moon/ Wishing upon the stars/ That the lord will reveal to…
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Pay Attention…!
Like an alcoholic confessing his sins to a toilet bowl I’m ready to let it all out And Run my mouth like Mohammed Ali would run commentary for the Super bowl And Be rest assured that Truth will be told Be it in the scorching afternoon on the streets of UTANGA Or on Obudu mountain’s evening cold I/ Stand before you here as a thief Ready to rob you off the prejudices and misconceptions You hold dear to your heart/…
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Away
I could decide to pick a prostitute and “sex” it away I could decide to get a wrap of ganja and smoke it away… Or visit a “pharmacist” to sniff it away I could decide to spend all day and night in a bar drinking it away At least I know, like my friends say The bottle doesn’t betray Better still Without much delay, I could go to a karaoke bar and sing it away Or attend a comedy show…
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I Cry. . .!
I cry When the chips fall off my shoulders When I put up a cowardly bold face And there is no grave to bury the shame in it When I find myself doing things I preach against When I seem to fear myself more than death When I know I’m not truthful within And everyone around marvels at my honesty When I look into the mirror and get scared by what I see Or when I sit on my bed.…
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When I’m Hurt
When I’m hurt. . . I’m..hot. . . I’m lost… In thoughts… Every hair strand on my body gets dreadlocked… My brain like two threads deadlocked… The realities leaves me shell-shocked. . . When I’m hurt, I dont cry. . . I wear a big smile with mediterranean water dripping from my eyes Thats how I feel. . .thats the price I pay when you say the truth by telling me lies When I’m hurt is when I love And…
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Mr Head Of State
So much work to do. . .but wrote this poem to cool off. . .enjoy
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Mark My Word
Playing with words. . .