Thy ribs made me
But thy hand beats me
Though thy love attracts me
Yet your name you gave me.
My love I gave to you
My soul I sold to you
My surname I killed for you
My pains I get from you.
Is your people no longer mine?
Is your wealth no longer mine?
Is your body no longer mine?
Is your love no longer mine?.
Yes I have lost my appetite
Although I have paid my tithe
Then I tried to gain my might
Yet I can't reach the height.
Who truncated my matrimony?
When I have all my testimony.
Should I go my maternal home?
No, here is my matrimonial home.
Why blood on your body?
Yet wet is your body
Why strange marks on your body?
Remember we are one body.
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We inhabit strategic places
But we have the information
Always ready to give it out
For in pains of our dude.
It's our work to monitor
Anyone who says what
For pleasures we derive
Yet pains remains the pal.
We separate soul from the mind
For we are the ancient reporter
So fearless in our reportage
Yet favour we get in returns.
We inject marrow to the bones
Yet we don't eat the meat
Insecticide we always spray
But cockroach is our meat.
Life we give to so many
Yet we Battle in the coma
For what we need we give
Yet we smile in pains.
We are the mirror of life
Like that of CCTV camera
But we have the ability to store
Not minding the less important.
Forgiveness we give in lips
Yet heart of a Lion we hide
But we understand taste of time
Even at detriment of loved once.
Our oath is ready to take
For denial we have put before
So clear that it's our nature
But the world knows our existence.
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I would've recalled my beginning
For it has a lot of meaning
But then I was still mining
Yet I was not miming.
I would've removed pride
To get a good and homely bride
When my peers know my tide
For I must continue to ride.
I would've loved my teachers
For truly they are the preachers
That exposed us as researchers
But not to be their vouchers.
I would've worshipped the lord
For he carried all my load
Even while on the rough road
He allowed me to rode.
I would've cared for the poor
For they don't have the poo
Yet can't swim to the cure
But our worries they made pure
I would've spoken for freedom
For my name is wisdom
Even when I reach my stardom
I will give my people a stadium.
I would've not abuse powers
Even when I have many towers
I will always motivate the scholars
For they are our encoders .
I would've seen the world as market
Which moves like the rocket
Though there are lots of basket
Then myself I must avail a pocket.
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INTRODUCTION
Our age is that of nationalization of intellect in culture and history.
It is an unvarnished truth that time itself rots yet never decayed nor buried in an event.
Chief Oluwadare Oni, the late Aworo-Efi priest was a man of honour, who even though, believed has died from this mortal coil, but the emboldenment of his fame in the faces and minds of every living heart seems indelible.
Pa Oluwadare Oni was the immediate past Chief Aworo-Efi of Ijurin - Ekiti. During his reign, as a grandson, I spent a decade living with him and my encounter with him has always built in my heart, a monumental assertion, that this grandfather (begotten my mother), there was no other man more caring, considerate, kindhearted, famous, nor valiant than him during his reign!
What man was he, so valiant and remembered not?
Would you ever mind if you are privy to the wars he silently fought and gloriously won when his life was still green?
What town were it divinely and traditionally deployed; and his story unheard? What story was it, so obfuscates, heard; and not ascertained?
Can you name a town where his Orthopaedic prowess has not reached?
Who was Pa, Oluwadare Oni (baba Atora )?
So many questions similar to those I have stated above will take us on a astray journey.
Chief Oluwadare Oni was a man of many parts. He was a workaholic who was so married to his work (ltora) that it took the grace of God and the understanding of his wives to keep his family intact. In spite of his crowded schedule, his traditional life and commitment to his beloved Ijurin did not suffer. Enigma Chief Oluwadare Oni, popularly known as 'Baba Atora', was equally an unassuming, assiduous honest, a humble and loving man of integrity.
EARLY LIFE
" I don't know who my grandfather was; I am much more concerned to know what his grandson will be". -Abraham Lincoln
Ijurin Ekiti, The cultural home of Chief Oluwadare Oni, is an old community in the southwest division of Ekiti. It is bounded by iloro, Ipoti, Temidire and Ilog.... in ido osi local government area of Ekiti State. Ijurin is one of the 22 towns in the old Ijero kingdom and one of the fifteen towns in the present Ijero local government area which came directly from Ile Ife.
The unique people of Ijurin-Ekiti who God Himself knitted to be one right from inception has monolithic culture which made them triumphed over adversaries that came their way right from Ile-Ife -the cradle of Yoruba race. Ijurin-Ekiti (Ajorin) people were led out of Ile Ife by that great man called Oba obiri during the mass exodus of people from Ile Ife. History still made it clear that Ijurin People settled first at OkeIleji, later Igbo Ilero along Okouraro, Igbo Ogbe, later settle Olukokoro, OkutaIsana, Okoore before settling at this our present location.
A powerful hunter from Aro clan of Ijurin people went out to hunt and moved far from his people with his wife and their child one day, he left his wife with the child to hunt as usual, the child was thirsty and hungry and started crying heavily, the helpless woman with the child removed the only covering on her body and laid the child on it and went nakedly to look for something to give the dying child because the hunter had gone far into the bush. As the woman was wandering and meandering inside the thick bush, she suddenly bumped into a brook, she drank and collected some with leaves, immediately after she gave the dying child, and the poor child came to life and cried no more. The woman jumped for joy, when the husband came from hunting, the woman narrated the story to him and they made up their minds that they will settle close to the brook and named it Arin hohoyun-meaning the water that saved my child when fetched when no apparel/ covering/cloth on me And that is how ‘Arioyun Eye Omo’ came into being. This man and the wife sent to others and they all came to settle at this present location called Ijurin today. One of the clans refuse to join them, they sent to them but they told the Imese (messengers) that; "a sia"meaning we are no more coming, which is where Sia people derived their name which they later changed to Temidire Ekiti the town that is very close to Ayegunle Ekiti are part of Ijurin-Ekiti then.
The late Chief Oluwadare Oni was born in 1887 into the family of Pa Agbeleumolegun at Aworo-Efi compound, Ijurin-Ekiti. Chief Oluwadare Oni was the first child of his mother, who was a sedulous and professional farmer Like all children in those days, Chief Oluwadare Oni diligently served his father on the farm.
He was one of the able bodies’ men and most outstanding personalities amongst his contemporaries during his life time. He was a man who was naturally imbued with courage, sympathy and uncommon love for men and women and most importantly, for ljurin town. !
He was a Christian, a devoted Catholic member, but when he became the chief priest of Aworo-Efi in 1972, he became totally absorbed in the practice and protons of the custom of the priesthood. The Aworo - Efi chief before him came from the family of Asaolu, the man died in 1960, thereby living a vacuum that gave him the opportunity to who ten years after, become the Aworo-Efi's Priest
CHIEF OLUWADARE ONI AS A CHRISTIAN AND CHIEF PRIEST
There was no difference in Baba's character, when he was a Christian and when he later became the priest, that is, his character when he was a Christian still reflected in him when he became the priest. Baba loved everyone which makes him also loved by everyone, there was nothing one demands from Baba that he won't receive, as regards his love, he was accommodating to the extent of allowing his relatives to live under his roof.
Apart from this, the late Chief Oluwadare Oni was a complete family man. He had a sincere love for his entire family members and all his sons and daughters. He remains a blessing to his generation, and generations yet unborn, and his landmark while here on earth remains remarkable. He was equally a very loyal, unique and complete family man, decent in character and absolutely remarkable deed. To say, that Baba Oluwadare's life was interesting is an understatement, he lived a life worth emulating and for a very long time, his sojourn on earth will be a reference point not only to whosoever is related to him but to ljurin community as a whole.
He commanded respect not only because of his intimidating status and personality, but also, because of his high sense of humour and judgment. Controversially, he was the best custodian of Ijurin history and he knew almost everyone that lived in Ijurin both young and old by name during his time.
Baba Oluwadare Oni despite no formal education was more than a literary giant, going by his self discipline, uncommon knowledge and understanding of what was absolutely hidden to the educated elites of his time. Interestingly, what he lacked in modern education was abundantly deposited in his natural mien and self development through self practice.
THE OCCUPATION OF CHIEF OLUWADARE ONI
History had it that Chief Oluwadare who was later known as Baba Atora i.e. Bone therapist, didn't inherit what brought him into public glare during his lifetime. His ability to help accident victims to bounce back and fit to live happily thereafter was said to be purely an indescribable phenomenon, far beyond human interpretation and understanding.
Baba Atora for several years was devoted to help accident victims free of charge and he did it dedicatedly, passionately and committed all what he had into building a reputation that was amazing and life outlasting.
Though a local farmer by profession, his dedication to treating accident victims free of charge was later in life a blessing to all ljurin sons and daughters both at home and in the diaspora.
Chief Oluwadare Oni did not inherit bone-setting skill and he did not learn it from anyone, the inspiration just came. His own father Oni "Agbeleumolegun" was an acknowledged “Aremo” specialist, who did not know more than taking care of ill health associated with mother and child. This was what Oluwadare Oni learnt from his own father, but suddenly he came about the skill of healing broken bones and soon he became much sought after from far and near.
COMMUNITY SERVICE
As there have been some solid norms. Some well respected customs and tradition guiding the compound and community in entirety, that implies; there are dos and don'ts (Taboos). Thus, when the don'ts are prevented and avoided, all things are done well.
During new yam festivals, Chief Oluwadare Oni once in a year harvested yams to perform traditional baptism according to the age-old guidelines of Efi's deity usually during the early period of the year: He, gratefully and in appreciation to the gods that brings the sprouting of the yams into fruition celebrates with farmers and well - wishers.
During mid-July of the year, l, the youngest boy staying with chief Oluwadare Oni, the late Aworo-Efi, would accompany him to the farm; then, he would harvest one tuber of yam from every farm of every man and gave, in return, and as a sign to recognize his hand for that festival period, a particular hyssop, and, as well, a spiritual sign to rebuke the cancer worms from the rest (atonement): and been bound up, would be carried on my head to our household where all the rest of atonement would be performed and executed.
Thus, we make "Ibetefunfun"(white half pounded yam) and " Ibete pupa"(half pounded yam-mixed with palm oil), shared for the kids and spread outside for the unseen spirits demanding for theirs, (according to the elders saying) and all for the new yam festive period's blessings.
Oh! How I wish I know the secret behind this!
Therein, some little pounded yam would be made by which no man must dare utter a single word, until dined finished. All these are rites and rituals performed to bless the people and the community. At the "Akodi" (meeting point) of the Aworo-Efi members, Baba goes there before any other person (as the chief priest) to monitor and check whether things are in order before the arrival of other members.
THE AWOROS -IN -COUNCIL
Baba was very close to Ojurin most especially during the "Elero" festival, there was a lot of rituals and sacrifice to be done. The "Iworo's" (which baba was one of them) must all be present at the "Elero" festival and they must perform some rites and rituals to bless the people and the community.
The leader of the "Iworo's" was "Aaye" priest - a very vital chief during the time of "Elero" festival, “Oniba” leads the rituals and sacrifice at "Igbo Elero".
THE MYSTERY ABOUT CHIEF OLUWADARE ONI
Going by the personal development of his therapeutic business, which he bequeathed to his daughter yeye Atora of ljurin land, there were many hidden facts and mysteries surrounding the prowess and ability of an individual to practice in an enduring business empire and several other things to learn about the times and life of Chief Oluwadare Oni, the Aworo-Efi of Aworo-Efi compound ljurin-Ekiti:
The late Aworo-Efi was a devoted priest of Aworo-Efi deity of lle Aworo-Efi ljurin. One amazing and significant fact was that Aworo-Efi deity saw commitment and sincerity in its servant who had seen the future in the then present of the therapeutic business as one that would later in life bring fame and popularity to ljurin town.
The life and times of Chief Oluwadare Oni is a testimony of pure loyalty and unwavered commitment to one's belief. Baba Oluwadare remains an indescribable individual, believing strictly and allowed posterity to judge his sojourn on mother earth, not minding his personal lifting and self enrichment.
Conclusively, it should be noted that the late Chief Oluwadare's name remains priceless and that surpasses the contemporaries of his generation.
THE OUTLOOK OF THE OCCUPATION OF BABA-ATORA AFTER HIS DEATH
Baba, entrusted his only occupation of Atora to his daughter, Chief Mrs. Florence Bejide Oluwadare, the present yeye Atora, which she started immediately her late father passed on in 2007. Chief Mrs. Bejide, now widely known as Yeye Atora, inherited his father’s patients, started treating them, one after the other, and they all got healed. Her own first patient thereafter was from Iloro-Ekiti and this was Jingo’s son at Iloro today hail and healthy. Her trials therefore became convincing and hence, a new bone healer emerged.
This breakthrough gave Yeye Atora a very wide acceptance and publicity. Patients were now being brought from everywhere under the sun and to the glory of God, they had their problems solved permanently and they still being taken care of in the best practices of traditional orthopedic approach.
Today, it is not only that Yeye Atora is a household name; her dexterity at handling complex cases has placed her and Ijurin-Ekiti on a world map. She handles all minor and complicated cases of cracked or broken bones. You would be advised to take the patient to Yeye Atora in Ijurin-Ekiti, in Ijero Local Government of Ekiti State where bone problems are cared for.
Today in Ekiti state, ljurin-Ekiti is amazingly recognized and respected for Yeye Atora's ability to sustain and make her father's legendary and self developed trade a pride.
On 25th January, 2020, Mrs. Bejide Florence Oluwadare was honored and installed by Kabiesi, HRM, Oba Evangelist Joachim Adeyemi Afolabi Ajibola, the Ojurin of ljurin - Ekiti as the Yeye Atora of Ijurin-Ekiti on the occasion marking the 5th coronation of the revered Kabiesi.
POEM IN MEMORY OF BABA ATORA
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
Comets, importing change of tides and states,
Brandish your crystalliferous knots in the sky
And with them strike the bad revolting stars
That has consented unto Aba'woro-Efi's death!
Chief Oluwadare Oni, too famous to live long!
Ijurin never lost an honest priest of so much worth.
Aworo-Efi never had a head until his time.
Virtue he had, deserving to command;
His brandished swords did blind men with his beams;
His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
More dazzled and drove back his enemies
Than mid-day Sun fierce blown against their faces
Oh! What else should I say?
His deeds exceed all speech:
He never raised arm but ever conquered.
Chief Oluwadare Oni was a Christian devout,
Albeit, before becoming Aworo-Efi priest;
He was a priest blessed of the king of kings;
Unto the black the dreadful judgment day
So dreadful will not be, as was his sight
The battles of the Lord of Hosts he fought;
The church's prayers made him so prosperous, so famous.
Long ago and anomie since was died,
His thread of life had not so soon decayed.
None do we have but an effeminate Prince,
Who, like a school boy, we may overawe.
Yet we mourn in black, since Heads were dead,
And why mourn we not in blood?
Baba-Atora is dead and never shall revive.
Upon a wooden coffin we attend;
And death's dishonorable victory
We with stately presence glorify,
Like captives bound to a triumphant car
What! Shall we curse the planets of mishap?
That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
Or shall think the subtle - witted Britain
Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of him,
By magic verses have contrived his end?
O! Oluwadare! Whatever we like, thou art protector
And looks’ to command princes and realms
Thy daughter is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
More than God or religious churchmen may.
The National body of the Supreme Forum of Yoruba Youths (SFYY) under the leadership of the President general, Com. Femi Awogboro deeply saddened to learn about the passing away of His Majesty the Oba AbdulRauf Olawale Adedeji. On this sad occasion, the SFYY Board of Trustees and National Executives would like to express its deepest condolences to all members of the Royal Family, the government and the people of Osun.
His Majesty was a remarkable King, who dedicated his entire life to the improvement of the country, the people of Ikirun, and the wellbeing of the Ikirun people without discrimination as to their status, ethnicity or religious persuasion. To bring peace and prosperity to the people of Ikirun, His Majesty had devoted his life and worked tirelessly for improvement of life of the common people.
There is no doubt that his Majesty’s wisdom and devotion were an enduring source of strength and comfort for the people of the Kingdom.
His excellent leadership and graciousness will be remembered by the SFYY forever.
*✍🏾Signed:*
Otunba 'Femi Awogboro,
Aare Apapo.
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```I love you like I hate you.
With every fibre of my being.
With every contraction of my ribs as my broken heart wails.
I love you like I hate you.
With every molecule of tears you'll bring.
With every sense of memory that I keep as our love drastically fails.
I love you like I hate you.
With every movement of my limbs.
With every mole and brittleness of my bones.
I love you like I hate you.
With every sound from my lips.
With every pain and bitterness of our unbreakable bond.
I love you like I hate you.
With every atom of my shallow emotions.
With all the pain engraved beneath my heart.
I love you like I hate you.
With every broken bone's skeletal vibration.
With every scar on my face and every scald and every scratch.
I love you like I hate you.
Till my skin melts and my bones mix with soil.
I love you like I hate you from the dark abyss of my soul.```
@naishe365
Mr. President, Dr. Biden, Madam Vice President, Mr. Emhoff, Americans and the world, when day comes we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry asea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast. We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace. In the norms and notions of what just is isn’t always justice. And yet, the dawn is ours before we knew it. Somehow we do it. Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken, but simply unfinished. We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one.
And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect. We are striving to forge our union with purpose. To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man. And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us. We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another. We seek harm to none and harmony for all. Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true. That even as we grieved, we grew. That even as we hurt, we hoped. That even as we tired, we tried that will forever be tied together victorious. Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.
Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one shall make them afraid. If we’re to live up to her own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in all the bridges we’ve made. That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb if only we dare. It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit. It’s the past we step into and how we repair it. We’ve seen a forest that would shatter our nation rather than share it. Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy. This effort very nearly succeeded.
But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated. In this truth, in this faith we trust for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us. This is the era of just redemption. We feared it at its inception. We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but within it, we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves so while once we asked, how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe? Now we assert, how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be a country that is bruised, but whole, benevolent, but bold, fierce, and free. We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation. Our blunders become their burdens. But one thing is certain, if we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright.
So let us leave behind a country better than one we were left with. Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one. We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the West. We will rise from the wind-swept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the Lake Rim cities of the Midwestern states. We will rise from the sun-baked South. We will rebuild, reconcile and recover in every known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country our people diverse and beautiful will emerge battered and beautiful. When day comes, we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid. The new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light. If only we’re brave enough to see it. If only we’re brave enough to be it.
On the alter of love I sacrifice thee
Who shall stand before thy love?
Even thy love herself shall not
For a plane land I shall make thee
On the street of love is my soul
Yet your words are nail to my soul
Who shall comfort the lover boy?
For thy feelings are truncated
Your strength captured my soul
At your weakness I was blinded
Yet my weakness you can't handle
For thy failure you acted upon
Yet I have always smiled in pains
Mama come and counsel me now.
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For you, I'm fallen as an angel,
Life is like hell, I'm sans you,
Now a miracle's so essential,
Even God want not me to sense you,
You are in the words in the caption,
Always in my hashtag too,
Now what essential is miracle,
So we could meet after snapback thru,
I've been dropping words like Corona,
Seems you in a hazmat suit,
Now a miracle's so essential,
coz I'm walking on a man banned route...
Here is a good night kiss
for you, my love, my heart,my world.
It's only a full moonlight that divides us
but you seem so far away.
Your lips that whispers to my soul,
the Smile that i call my own
Just like the moon you rule with case
Then I feel at ease.
Bringing me freedom, love and peace
And a heart with emotions that never cease.
I love how we love and also tease.
Reward Yourself With Sleep
After a long tiring day,
the good old night is here.
It is time when the moon up there glows and gleams,
when it tells us to have sweet dreams.
So my dear reward yourself with sleep tonight,
Here I stop by to your side, to wish you a goodnight
Written by: Mawuli
Should i say what i feel,
But i can't be friend zoned now
I thought we had time ,but the time is gone
The memory i had back then
Kissed you on the mouth not on the forehead
Cuddle with you not just greating hugs
Oh i should have told you what i really felt
Like two horses on different ranches
Like two love birds on different nests
Now am busy fantasizing over your facebook pictures
Cultivating my feelings i won't see in use,
And you on your other side living the best life
We have grown to be desperate
Distance being the barrier and the fate of the obstacle being the cause
I wish ,i wish ,but wishing won't cure anything now
If only i had this mind by then.......
Saying i love you would be much easier now.
🌹Rosiethepoet🌹
10/02/2015
My heart is broken and it's bleeding ,
Pains flowing through my veins;
Because of the brutality in our neighbouring country
When wars and conflicts totally cease,
In our world, there shall be peace.
We must rid ourselves of vanity,
embrace peace, through humanity
War makes our lives tougher,
Lose our innocence, while we suffer.
We should fight for peace instead,
Love not war, we should spread.
Peace
Peace is something we all seek,
When we lack it, we feel weak.
Since it's rooted deep inside,
The labour of our heroes past
Shall never be in vain
To serve with heart and might
One nation bound in freedom,
peace and unity.
We are the change,we can make it happen.
War and conflicts, we must avoid,
So that beauty of life, may be enjoyed.
I say Ayekoo and let peace prevail
#EndSarNow
Written by: Mawuli
I can hear her silent screams,
So loud and deafening, they echoes in my ears,
I know she's bittered,
I know she's hard-headed,
I know she's enduring a glamorous hurt,
But what did she do?
She braced them up with smiles,
An insincere smile,
A tyrannic smile afflicted by nature,
A heroine indeed,
She watched her progeny coming out of her,
I got lost in thoughts for a while,
Will I experience such stress?
Will I feel this agony someday?
These were my acute thoughts,
The unspoken lyrics of the crying child gave me another moment of thought,
Look!!!!
She's still smiling,
You won't even notice the tears rolling down her cheek,
She's strong,
She's brave,
She's a woman.
Kudos to all strong and caring mothers
#ThoughtFromTheGirlChild
Writer: Adoyi Praiz
Just like a beautiful butterfly
perching on a budding rose
Your love kept lingering
on my temple-heart.
Like the settling sun
your beauty beam, blooming in hue.
I wispered your love to the air
and the birds flustered my voice
Singing solo,
waking NIFEMI to a joyous dance.
For the dove coo-coo
with white feather on her peak
So also, bivalent rainbow descend
coloring our hearts in rays.
Making your attention resonate my thinking
giving muse to my pen.
Now, I plant my affection in verses
decorating the universe with your love.
©️ Aminu Femi Jamiu
We're daughters of the lonely street
Conferences we have with street men
Popular we are in the room 306
Yet prodigal sons rest in our vineyard.
Like street light we mount the streets
Serving as light for the rich man
Yet the motel is our dwelling place
When the day is our time of rest.
Hot dreams we dream at interval
For our wound has refused to heal
Perfume is now our bosom friend
Yet our wound brings our meal.
Dove we are during the day time
While hawk we are at the night
Our cloth glitters like eagle's feather
Yet we are addicted to cold weather.
We settle for both debris and fresh
Drugs we have made our right man
When we're good to all our client
Who made our cash available.
We dance to the tone of our world
When our nature refused to be kind
Condemn not our intentional deeds
For we constitute the society.
Mothers we are in many household
Daughters we are in many kindreds
Save your strength and saliva
For that is our daily occupation.
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WHILE YOU WERE GONE
I realized that I'm not perfect
But your love holds a key for the door that secreted perfection in me
I love you so much
I know you also feel the same way, the presence of your spirit convinced me, but sometimes I have doubts like any other human being
I don't often think of you, cause that hurts
Your presence reminds me of what love is, and to see you smile trips my heart, that why it always fall in love every time I see you
I'm not a quite person if you get to know me, the thing is I often try to solve x in your beautiful face, using the formula of your smile, but still the calculator of my ex's errors the solution
So it obvious that your beauty is beyond their league
So I often spend my days thinking of how to tell you how beautiful you are
And I now know where God has hidden my treasure
Ignore the breasts, yes they are attractive but behind your chest there is a trophy I'll even compete with life itself just to win it
And that is your heart
I always loved you
I still do
And forever will
I won't lie to you
The time you were gone
I sometimes thirst for your presence
So I choose to picture your soul in another temple so I could feel the warmth of your touch mending all those missing parts on my skin
And to feel your alacrifying mourn singing to my eardrums,
But mostly I want you to be all over me
Though that hurts every time
Because whenever they leave they take a piece of me with them
As I'm not planning to stop loving you, I want you to know that you are the Angel of my imagination
Diamonds shine brighter when you are around
Wind blows smoothly when you breath
My castle of love is more breathtaking when you are the Queen
The captain of my heart and I no more wanna love another, so make your command
Allow my spirit to enter your soul
For the last time trust me with your fragile heart I've built a safe place for it in my world of love
I'm willing to love you unlike any other
I'm tired of searching
The system has poisoned the ocean
And you were the only fish left that was still so conscious
Now allow my dusty old fishing net to catch you
I only promise the bright future as you will no longer swim but sail with me in this relation ship I've built for us
I hope this message reaches you before the end of time
I Love You
And I missed you so much
Yours:
❣LCTheWeirdo❣
Written by: Mawuli
Your purpose in life is to live,not to exist.
As you get older, you start to wonder
Why am I here? Was it just a mistake?
To spent so much time creating, ready to give myself to a world
that's only seemed to cause destruction to my own soul,
and take from me the things I needed most;
In this Life...
Tick tock...tick tock...
Life is counting down on your internal clock.
Memories that feel as if they occurred yesterday
turn to flashback that seem to fade away.
Live your life not to impress someone,
But to depress your enemies with depression.
Life!
Life is like a beautiful melody,
only the lyrics are messed up,
And the Chorus mixed up,but in life
It's takes the strongest to survive
And the weakest to Revive...
never has my life been dramatically changed by an animal encounter - but that’s OK for the hundreds of little adjustments ...
