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BOOK OF LEAVES

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I've imagined different versions of you, searching for the mystery behind your essence. But imagination is a world unbound by reality. You were the first to make a dream of mine come true—just by being yourself. I'd read you every day, even as books gathered dust on my shelf. Beauty and pain are two sides of the same coin, Which is why I never judge a book by its cover—though sometimes, I don’t know what I’m doing. Maybe the character arc is just too captivating, And I want to be a part of it. Today, you were a safe space, Welcoming, Everything I hoped you'd be from the outside. Layers began to peel, Revealing more of the real you. I'd love to create memories with you, For memories define us, And I want ours to be honest, Truthful. Your energy and cadence command respect. Yet your body language remains a tough read. This run is going to need a long stretch.
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Sleeves

Put my heart on my sleeves  I bleed  For love, lust and greed  Emotions are endless  Priceless and timeless  When you believe  But the mutuality being duality  makes me understand, that doubt is a cloud that covers  Like leaves Cells work together to form body tissue  But when men come to work together  Ideology becomes an issue  It's not a thing of ego and pride  It's a thing of letting emotions decide  Self worth becomes a road block  When people fail to put their valuation aside  I think Africa when I see a story, telling the story of a divide. The fact that we elect people who widen the gap, rather than arrest the slump  A continent blessed with priceless jewels,gradually becoming the barren lands dump  Looking at Barren land and applauding their advancement, wanting to leave our treasures behind,  Because inevitably those who lead have sold our lands and valuables to the barren lands, which has left us left behind. I have more to say but I'd stop here now. The gold tha...

A Dragons tale

  I was once asked to describe beautiful. Stunned by the question I had to ask, “how does one describe something so unique to every individual?”. The court looked at me with a bit of amazement, “every man here can define beautiful, why can’t you?”.  Everyone began to laugh,   “He must see beauty in ugly creatures also” “Hahahahaha”, thundered through the ground as the people laughed at their lame jokes.  “Have you ever seen a dragon ? “ I asked as the court grew silent, “Now pay attention you petty swines, listen to the greatness that exposure has starved from your egos”.  “Total disrespect”. Echoed through the crowd as i felt their breath heading towards me like sand storm winds. “Let’s listen to the peasant, it takes balls to shut you lots up” said the lord of the court. “Please begin” Persivo (the speaker of the court) screamed in anger.  “We were only 50 soldiers left on the river bank after the attack on our kingdom by the Persians. Commander Endouard ...

A POEM ABOUT SPACE AND TIME

Where is your mind , I heard it’s lost in space and time , Searching the universe for something Devine . The thrill of space was always a fantasy , But there is supernatural in reality. So why should I not believe, My mind is deeply rooted in the intergalactic ecosystem of the mycelium network So why tame my dreams? My soul longs for Kepler -22b , An eternity of solitude . A journey through 638 light years , Dedicated to self discovery . An interstellar path the wormhole's gravitational singularity .   It here, Here that I have the time to right my wrongs, Here that I have the time to relive old memories with loved ones For I have travelled for so long, I missed the end of my world But I experienced the birth of a new world.   Some call it, death, Some call it, gravitational singularity. What was once seen as a journey to save humanity on Edmunds planet, Became a journey to find my self, As I sacrificed a world, And many life years to be the Adam on Kepler-22b Or Edmunds p...

A PREYS PRAYER

  Even preys pray and get slaughtered,   Those alive, leave their stories altered.  Why do we believe one perspective higher than the other?  Why do we question a person innocence over the story of the other ?  Are we bitter ? Why does it take a logical person To construct the appropriate answer ?  Why do we act based on emotions ?  Why can’t we try to to stay logical ?  I understand emotion gets you in motion, But logic keeps you intellectual  Sometimes witnesses lie,  A narrative is executed to perfection when there is something to gain.  It’s just based on what version of the question is asked  This determines the narrative of the witness  So are you guilty of any thing ?  A prey once said a prayer, while he was been preyed upon And his prey did the same thing a few days later.  Prayers come in many forms    especially karma. 

20.10.2020

  I wonder if my actions have cursed me, A soul, once filled with faith. Now I write this with emotions, that many can’t relate.   Someone once told me Take whatever it is you are doing religiously, And you will see the outcome, No matter how hard I try, It seems like my faith is an illusion of my life, Very high when dishing out my deliverables, but squashed with every sight of my income.   In my late 20’s and I really have nothing to show for it but 2 degrees, As I grow hungrier than the previous day lived. Maybe self-doubt is why my filled to the bream cup of faith, Appears to be lacking. Maybe I actually lack faith, and give up after every negative outcome. But, I know I don’t lack faith in myself I know my strengths, and yes I dabble with my weaknesses But, religious or not, Faith has always been the one thing that held together my senses.  

MY FAITH

  I wonder if my actions have cursed me, A soul, once filled with faith. Now I write this with emotions, that many can’t relate.   Someone once told me Take whatever it is you are doing religiously, And you will see the outcome, No matter how hard I try, It seems like my faith is an illusion of my life, Very high when dishing out my deliverables, but squashed with every sight of my income.   In my late 20’s and I really have nothing to show for it but 2 degrees, As I grow hungrier than the previous day lived. Maybe self-doubt is why my filled to the bream cup of faith, Appears to be lacking. Maybe I actually lack faith, and give up after every negative outcome. But, I know I don’t lack faith in myself I know my strengths, and yes I dabble with my weaknesses But, religious or not, Faith has always been the one thing that held together my senses.