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  A feast was thrown and I was the centre of celebration Mind you, I wasn't the celebrant  But I was the object of merriment Not for my strength and wits Not for my upright stature  But they feasted  cos they had finally won so they thought What a pity— not for me For the sky can never meet the earth What a waste of feast  By: Sambasy 

  It’s been another long day of forced smiles, forced pleasantries and attempts to cover up the fact that I am breaking inside. I know that I can’t use duct tape to seal cracks in concrete but I try anyway. I want to take in a deep breath,  release it and know that as I do, all my worries disappear never to return. But it’s never that simple. Don’t look at me like you’d like nothing better than for me not to be in pain at this moment. I don’t want your pity and I’m not looking for your sympathy. I’m never at ease anymore. It’s always thoughts about the past or future that keep me up at night chewing on my fingernails  and fraying the edges of my sanity. Don’t look at me like you think I’m losing the plot. I might be, but you’re not allowed to think that. I want just one thing from you. Hug me.  Let me melt in your embrace while you tell me all that I haven’t let you say to me. Tell me that I’m amazing and strong and beautiful, And that you’re always there to catch me...

  Beneath my brain is wisdom beyond my age Could rule a kingdom–make Solomon jealous I ignore my limits and keep breaking new grounds I disregard gravity, scrambling in space for higher stars Confidently, I beat my chest Yes I'm bragging Despise my person–you'll still keep lagging The world tried to sing my dreams to sleep but it woke Now, the earth is too small a space for my ambitions If it turns to a galaxy, maybe I'd manage So toss me the crown, let the king grant you knowledge Knowledge to spite your demons and strive for good Knowledge to gauge your freedom and stretch from doom Ignite your fire Let the world feel your worth And embrace what you are Let your being come forth BE A FORCE! ! ! By: Sensei

  My heart bleeds yet it sings My heart knows what is and what's not My heart is real and can't lie It knows how to sing and cry The heart can be the most deceitful of them all It can be swerved by the wind It can be moved by emotions—hurts The heart can sing, cry, bleed and love Love; the heart is being controlled by it Love; the heart pours it out in abundance Love; the things the heart does in its name You can't imagine Yet, the heart of men is desperately wicked Says the Holy books But my heart is controlled by Love—Love of God So my heart sings, it doesn't bleed By: Eddy Bassey

  Nigerian syndrome Everything has to be a lie, or not completely true It's just too good to be true How can it be that cheap? How can it be this simple? No not here; not in this country You can't just give me a free lift; you definitely want something from me How can you offer a voluntary service? No not here; not in this country You saw the money in a bag and you didn't pick it up? That's hard to believe; impossible I would say I could go on and on about this matter But hear me Ingenuity exists, so does genuity  Don't forget that Flee from this syndrome By: Sambasy

  When things were simpler Raindrops were considered joyous  And not a nuisance to our activities  Your clothing didn't matter As long as you were in—the game I mean When things were simpler Not having mega money wasn't a crime  As long as you could afford the balloons strung to that hard paper When things were simpler  Being naive was glorious  You needed not to feel the weight—that of the world But now, like Merlin, you carry it on your shoulders  Is it a blessing or a curse? No answer for that one Everything changed—why? You grew up. By: Sambasy

  Yeah this time remains a mystery He came to me and hugged me And O his hug felt like a refreshing balm to my wounds I thought of every moment I left him behind and sobriety filled my soul Then came the awakening of my journey Every darkness, filled with light So bright it pierced my soul deeply  I began to sync his matters with mine And he directed the uncharted paths that I had willingly treaded upon  I now surrender With humble submission And was given the torch To guide the steps of men The touch that remains burning By: Doting Dion

  O the depth of the riches And wisdom and knowledge  Of God How unsearchable are His judgements  And how inscrutable; His ways For who has known the mind of the Lord? Who has been His counsellor? Who has given a gift to Him That he might be repaid? For from Him Through Him To Him Are all things  To Him be glory forever.  By: Paul

  It's been nine Number so kind Nine of fine memories Memories worth treasuries It's been nine Times so nice Pieces of events Dicy and spicy It's been nine Times so small but fly Days so fast but pass Fleeting moments  And moments that last Pictures so frail but sail deep Actions perfect or imperfect  It's been nine  Nine so fine By: Ever

  Tell me the hard truth even if it'll break me I'm not as good as I think I am—at least not yet Tell me I'm going the wrong way And that I'm doing it the wrong way I do not promise that I'll listen—not instantly Nevertheless, tell me. Tell me the hard truth even if it'll shatter me I have believed in a lie all my life—if that's what it seems Tell me I got it all wrong And that I'm headed for destruction Your words will eventually prevail—if they're true indeed Just speak them.  Tell me the hard truth even if you're showing off I'm aware that you want to feel better than me Cos you don't see your own faults Just that of others—blind man I'll listen anyways I haven't got any other choice, have I? By:Sambasy

  For the first time I heard that all roads  Lead to love Could that be true?  I highly doubt that  Cos I walked on a road  And was confused on  What path to take next  In my search for love  Unfortunately, I got stuck In the  Middle of the road  So I gave up and walked away. By: Tracy

  She wants both—a rare combination A little hard to find  She just wants more; Manliness—a little more if it Manliness that does not hide pain yet does not fade into it too The one that feels hurt yet does not get swallowed up by it  One whose strength still prevails in his weakest point The man who is more MAN than human Firm in his protection, soft in his words Body; frightening yet a safe place Her safe place—there she finds solace Hands hard, yet tender in touch, giving her comfort Man that is MAN in human By: Ever

  l am toasted and burnt  I am in my delusional state  I am abused and ambushed  I am discriminated and disregarded  I bear on me your pains  I am bitter so you can be sugarcoated I am freezing so you can be warmth  I take your tears and shed them a thousand times over and over again  I take delight in your joy even in my gloom I take your burdens and bear the bearings of your heart  Just so you accept me I am knocking constantly at your door I am the mailman bringing flowers to you  I am the master hands that hold you up I am the potter's hands that mold you into a shape  I am the authenticity that keeps you valid  I am the smile plastered on your face that reaches your inside being  I am the warrior that batters your enemies  I am the sun that brightens your eyes And the breath that keeps your nostrils warm  I am all that I am  I AM THAT I AM By: Juby

  It's amazing how far we've come and how farther we've decided to go I agree that a few times, we've spent some seconds trading anger places But running at a loss time and again During those times, my realization of what you are and mean to me  Becomes even deeper than I can imagine  I know again that you are that special someone with the special package—the whole package I agree that sometimes I have chosen cowardice over being a hero but it's fine  I will keep growing, though, and learning to be more fierce in battle  I'll be here making sure I win with you, for you and us Par: Ever

  Blurred are my eyes Foggy is my atmosphere My steps are grossly uncordinated  The words of my mouth; my speech How equally are they compared to those of a stutterer  My condition defiles the doctor's diagnosis O! My troubled soul! What have you become? In the midst of my condition My past came to me—the better part of it, I mean My attention, drawn to previous victories  Strength surged into my soul Like a Phoenix, I arose  As fine wine, I was retransformed  Yes, I did it before I surely can—again O! My soul! Back to your strengthener  Go back Home!  Par: Sambasy

  A constructor; he is Carefully placing one piece at a time on another  So focused; never losing sight  He's got the final image imprinted on his mind  A union of product and manufacturer  Bonded not by tapes or glues  An excellent constructor; he seems A destructor; he is Carelessly tearing down that which has been built  Paying zero attention to the consequences He's driven by momentary pleasures  Gratifications of the flesh  A dreadful destructor; he seems What a wonderful cook! Serving us dishes made from unthinkable combinations  Vinegar and Sugar  Poisson et Poison  Honey and Sand  You can't use both, man Pick a side already, Mister!  Par: Sambasy

  I think I'm mad  No, that's not it I'm insane—not quite sure if that's what it is It has told me severally that it doesn't want me "I want nothing to do with you," it said the first time  "We're incompatible," it said the second time But do I ever listen?—Nah I must be mad to keep running towards it It gladly accepts others but not me Outright rejection Severally, I have willingly offered myself to darkness but it never accepted my sacrifice I guess it wasn't burnt enough or perhaps I truly am not meant for darkness Par: Sambasy

  I will love you forever I will be by your side no matter what The whole Earth is what I'll give you I hope that's enough  Cos all I have are promises Your eyes will never see shame You'll be the talk of the Universe not just the town Envied by all I hope that's enough Cos all I have are promises Heavy words they are Exotic and high classed But very risky I hope they'll be enough Cos all I have are promises Will you still sail with me?  Par: Sambasy

  I began studying  your pattern That majestic rhythmic movement Oh how it flows like the spring Giving an untamed harmony like the fountain Your royal movement brings acceptance to the rejected  Your touch makes the unseen becomes seen Your countenance is a billboard that shows the way to pure Love I began studying your pattern so I've said That glow that emanates from you Oh how jealous you make the sun feel How dark the moon is in comparison to you The stars are mere bling-bling compared to your light Again, I began studying your pattern That majestic rhythmic movement  Par: Sambasy

  There was a time when I thought I was wise When folly was indeed my companion A time when I couldn't  differentiate seasons Only Present existed; Future and Past were not considered  A time of folly but not entirely a wasted time.  There was a time when I couldn't have fun Because I was scared of hurting myself and others  When in fact I didn't know the correct definition of fun I soon discovered that "playing safe" never guarantees "being safe" A time of discovering the right definitions to abused concepts.  There was a time when I thought I had found love Love was indeed findable but not by me I lacked the required tools for this hunt But was passionately blinded to this truth A time when I found the appearance of love but alas it was lust.  There was a time when I wanted to be loved and accepted  Because I felt less of a person A time when I strived to be among the big boys  Instead of being a better version of myself. A time when inferi...