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The hope for a distant memory gone, A place in my heart you once belonged, at the shores of our time, When you desired to return. Returning to our alcove of Love, To the laughter and tears of you my beloved, A family of strangers, but you all I love, A carving for joy, that came from above. Made of rocks, shaped into a shelter, But I shielded you, from every weather, How you rested in these bowels when the stormy rain peltered. Childhood memories we shared, In passivity, but like a shadow I was there, A cold shoulder, your burden we beared, Like those nights, insomnia had you in fear. I am still a living memory of your tear, The hate residing in papa's cold stair, On a land mine, you treaded with care, But the resentment still sent you to the hostel. Now the cold holds my heart, tight in a grip, For the warmth of your presence, I can only plead, My bricks fail, and air stays stale, As These walls now wall an empty shell, A shell of who I once was,...

The stormy wind Brings with it tear drops To stand is strength But giants also fall Some say staying down Proves you're weak, But what is strength When you've lost your feet Not defeat. Just the piece that made you feel complete. It's easy to see Never easy to be To bear the weight of the cards that's dealt Is never as the pain of the strings of death Dying is living, and death is a new beginning the hopeless man still waits for the morning The mourning of an end End of his pain, The dawn of the day. By I.am_Oma.

When I think of what happened on the cross A man Died, but for all of us He was beating and hung like in a curse stabbed and crowed with thorns Not for any crime of his It was all my fault But He did it for my peace Little me with little worth Now the King's calling... Come on Black, white and all colour shade For you all have been saved  to the one who ain't got no preference  a place where there is no need for pretence  Come on To the one whose Love is never blind  Love that is kind  Love one of a kind   Love that is tender  One filled with signs and wonder Come on To the cross where Christ bled A place where flesh was made dead to a place of redemption  To be made free of sin and depression  Come on To a father and a friend  to the one who knows the beginning from the end Where help and mercy will never relent  to a place where his spirit will be felt Come o...

Bleeding Rose I cry , Like the rain drops from the sky And I ask myself why? Should I let my tender heart die. I'm broken Every time my heart is opened The shards of the pain ripping me apart For my misery has awoken Lonely me Where is thy walls that be? Shattered; who shall attend thy plea? For helpless is all I feel. To love again I see no gain To be one again Is a work in vane Scared Oh how I am scared My wounds will never heal Hurtful words you said Keeps me awake at night It's the symphony in my head Depression Weighing me down Like bricks for a crown Oh all I have now is reasons to frown But No more I will never fall Not for anybody Not now, never at all For I am the bleeding Rose Ripped off my petals Now you will feel my thorns For Hell knows no fury, like a woman scorned. About Poem: It speaks of a broken woman, a bleeding rose, whose heart  (petals) has been broken by the one she loved...not that deep though. About Autho...

I have been thinking, standing on this line been on a spot for so long, feels like am stuck in time but still I know, I will be just fine Once am done with this rhyme. Not so easy pain hurts sometimes, leaves me dizzy but what can a poor soul do when standing for my right only earns a boo! I look to the end of the queue So many strickened fellows all waiting to get their portion due no time for common hellos We are wounded daily by the government lies hurt so much we can't afford to look for rain in the skies once we had a voice, and we raised it at least we tried but they gave select few peanuts just so they can watch us cry What we pass through daily isnt a mystery the nation has us its labour force, but all we have is misery come down your high grounds oh government! Come make this nation stand I heard a change charge old soldier never dies, the face in the badge Anti-corruption I heard but all I can see is wolf in sheep stead Call me skeptical ...

Been thinking of a theme for this week, but then I stumbled upon a discovery of the pains the society cause it's members: I am a broken people I have broken dreams  Slowly losing hope as I watch my live pass before my eyes  as in a film. I want to be loved  By He whom I selected not ignored Same person who claim he was made from this sand  I make him my leader  But then He dusts of the sand. Steps on me like a ruler  With claims He is refined  I will Arise! I Am the cry of the people  I am the hungry mass forced to live in starvation  I am in the lowest class He called me lazy  cause I stretch my hands  To receive milk like a baby  covered with dirt  in the streets  I know it is lazy  But is this not my land ? Rich habitation flowing with milk and honey? am I just an abandoned monkey? I desired the honey and was willing to work for it  but H...

This is a poem that needs your opinion,  many times we try to place people under categories of being righteous or a sinner. Am going to present 2 separate situations to you all, be the judge if they are right or wrong. RIGHT OR WRONG? I once met a rich man Bought a Mercedes, Ferrari and a Toyota sedan Got a jet for his personal pleasure And a new beach house just for leisure Gifted his daughter An ipad, iwatch, and iPhone on her 13th birthday Just so he could hear her laughter As he outdid himself since her last birthday He got 15 servants who he pays comfortably And earnest so they don't bore him with their needs But a beggar who seats by his gate, He tries to avoid Not because of hate As he sometimes sympathises with the man's fate But he has the opinion no man's circumstances Should make him beg Plead another for substances As a righteous man is not suppose to beg Even proves it from bible scripture When he tries to paint himself in a perfect pi...