In it I have a best friend A partner to the end In it I have a family Forever together happily It knows all my secrets My hope when am desperate It wipes my tears dry And gives me a hand to try The pillow,knows the count of my tear drop For it gives me a shoulder to cry on when I drop I punch it to cool my temper But it never complains The pillow knows when am down Always there at night when I lament Of a day gone south Overhears my failures and weaknesses But still keeps it a secret Has promised to stay And walk with me through it all I will be there for it And that’s true friendship
The thirst for knowledge To be a prof. at some age Was the spirit that pushed me to the edge I wanted to earn some wage And pull my mom from the poverty edge The quest for cabbage Untie my race from the chains of burgage Out of the garbage The dream of leaving the old cottage To a maisonette Made me a bookworm Thinking I was too thick in the head I ticked a heap of books on my back,a luggage, That has caused me back pains All my hopes in one basket The white collar jobs, a slave of the office The slave now I am Enslaved by the crooked believes Living in regrets, On the streets ever With useless papers Papers I worked so hard to get My hope,that has now rendered me hopeless If only they told me the truth I would have focused on my talent The power of the pen My only friend My voice when I can’t speak My food when my pot is dry The power of the pen The water that completely quenches all my thirsts But if wishes were horses…..
They stayed still In silence They planned with will The voiceless had been oppressed in silence They could fight still But chose quietude over violence Then like sheep they brawl Fighting the kings of confidence Who thought they had it in control Throughout the silence But in silence the tables were turned The voiceless could now speak A voice they earned in silence A silence that could now be felt The sound of silence That has a great hit like no other sound
Understanding it is for the few Who feel it, tenders it to blossom to a perfect view Like the blossoming of a rose To many it’s a mystery It needs affection mastery It is the glue that bonds two people together With no one to put them asunder A seed planted so deep That grows only under the showers of blood Dancing to the rythme of its perfect soils It is the seed planted in the heart That only grows by the touch of the perfect hand Until then is when you understand it It’s the seed that needs tender care A seed that grows forever Blossoms even in summer To wither it never It’s the mysterious seed
He took me to the moon Above the clouds we went past noon The feeling was beyond a dream As we swam in love a stream A stream that quenched all my desires And rekindled the love fires That kept me burning, as hot as hell I wish I took photos to tell But in my mind the scenes forever remain Of the trip to the moon
Memories are worth remembering Others life threatening I soaked my pillow wet, crying That insomniac evening Memories of our past in my mind ringing A past that was worth living We went swimming that black night, our best song we were singing As we approached the river of darkness We saw nothing but brightness Our faces were shining, we were so careless Not to here the song of death That the river sang to warn us Quietly it flowed, calmness that spoke alot The god’s were thirsty Fresh blood they craved Blood of a young lamb, blameless And your were their best choice I watched as the river swallowed you But I did nothing, for you were the god’s best choice And now I wish I wish they took us both For I cannot live without you But don’t worry am coming Am going to swim in the same river And plead with the gods to take me So we can be together once more Or rather let these memories kill me Memories of doom
Relationship is slavery Takes away your freedom Always have to be there for them Even when you need yourself
A Relationship is a bed of thorns That pricks you every time you try to sleep Covered with roses to deceive But later makes you grieve For every thing you receive demands for another in return
Relationships are too expensive Maybe good but hard too maintain They demand even your life A death of the soul You give away your heart and soul And later told to lick the sole With your heart broken into pieces
Will you be my valentine? Will you be the one holding my hand all along ? Will you stand by me and be my rose in this valentine? Will you be the one singing the valentine tune to me?
Will you smile as you say am all yours ? Will you be sunshine when my night turns dark ? Will you hold my hand down the aisle as you say am all yours ? Will you hold me tight and be my valentine ,
Will you tell me how much you love me , Will you always make my valentine beautiful, Will always let the valentine never die between us ? Will you be my Amore my one and only, Will you be my valentine?
Because you are all that I need , Because is the gift I need , Will you be my valentine?
Don’t fall in love with her, they warned She is a poetess Don’t trust her words, they scorned Its deception, she is a poetess
She is a liar in disguise Of an an innocent, young heart Read between the lines And spy the devilry of her art
She writes the most charming verses But beware of their purpose To entice, to allure her suspecting prey Into assisting her to live her romantic cliche Heed our warning, don’t fall for what she says For she will end up breaking her promise
Maybe its true what they say For i spend most my days Daydreaming about a love so true