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               Pointlessly pissed by her promiscuous skills My heart was torn a thousand times by her endless call Oh! I wish my fate could simply akin to my faith So I could pray she stray in the light of the day My interest gets depressed as much as she tries to impress! I have wished her shapeless shadows get burrowed Her gladness spurs my bitterness! Each breathe she breath breaks me in billions folds I’ve reported her to several walls On my way back from our late night wars My souls already christened her a pronoun of devil She lies and lays and cries in her multitudinous evils She borrowed a billion arrows Simply to burrow deeper into my innocence marrows She has my heart inside-out like a lace She has successfully, smartly stolen my heart away And now she has eventually rife my Tartary … I don’t even think I’m crazy I’m way beyond that lately! Written/Composed by:   ...

                                                                                                             Have you ever heard songs from the hills Only to find out they are the reverberated sounds of the oceans against the rocks Have you ever heard the bird's whistle? Only so you found out, they are the rustling of the fallen summer leaves Have you ever felt to your skin, a golden heat, similar to that from a Goldsmith? And surprisingly, it's the radiation from the heavens                                                              ...

         Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday  In all of whose ochre streets one dog is sleeping Those volcanoes like ashen roses, or the incurable sore  Of poverty, around whose puckered mouth thin boys are Selling yellow sulphur stone  The burnt banana leaves that used to dance  The river whose bed is made of broken bottles  The cocoa grove where a bird whose cry sounds green and  Yellow and in the lights under the leaves crested with  Orange flame has forgotten its flute gommiers peeling from sunburn still wrestling to escape the sea  The dead lizard turning blue as stone  Those rivers, threads of spittle that forgot the old music  That dry, brief esplanade under the drier sea almonds  Where the dry old men sat  Watching a white schooner stuck in the branches  And playing draughts with the moving frigate birds...

In my wildest dream I never expected it I felt something were just too big to aim for But not until you came You changed my orientation You made me understand One could get everything he wanted All one need to do is try I tried and got lucky You saw the beauty in ashes The good in rottenness  The sincerity in my behavior And you decided to make me feel lucky You chose me When you didn’t have to You created an avenue for me to be a better person And you decided not to rest Till you are able to refine and take the shaft awy You broke protocol You chose me You in-spite of my stupidity decided to choose me No other person can understand why Even me still don’t believe I got chosen You don’t mind the cost You took away al obstruction to make me special You took me and left with all the bad associated with it Words fail me to describe what you’ve done for me Words can’t describe how grateful I am for this Words can’...

                                            My question to you what next? After finishing that school And having a job And having a family What next? After sleeping with her And destroying her life After having fun with her What next? After your dream house And your dream car After your dream Girl What next? It can go on and on  But have you actually sat And thought about it After your communion with God After your dry fasting After your unrelenting prayers What next? Your future is too precious You can't afford to ignore People say Live your live as it comes I say Live your life And picture your future  After everything,           ...

                                                               Turning and turning in the widening gyre    The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart; the center  holds Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere    The ceremony of innocence is drowned  The best lack all conviction, while the worst    Are full of passionate intensity Surely some revelation is at hand Surely the Second Coming is at hand  The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out    When a vast image out of  Spiritus Mundi   Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert    A shape with lion body and the head of a man  A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun...

Hi guys it’s been a long time sorry for staying away for too long but we back again and we coming  into 2017 better again happy new year this a featured poem titled BABYLON HAS FALLEN. Babylon has fallen! All gods were taken. Pretty princesses were painfully paroled as dogs. God left his seat, so Satan spoke in thongs. Angels descended to caution his gut to glow as God.  Angel Michael was wasted from farthest height of the sky! The way he struggled before he died will make a Devil cry. Ah! Angel Gabriel really tried!   You need to see as he ronaldo-ed   through Satan’s swords that he flings like a wand. He didn't stop to fight until his breathes was drained in pains till last drop. When my God got back in greater glory,                    Perished souls were as well risen to praise his glory. The brightness of his cloth blinded tha...