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Mornings With Love

If all moments
Were as sweet as warm mornings!
As, just by seeing you
Races my heart
Pacing my thoughts to shout aloud...

I might not be graced 
Blessed with a chance to hold you tight
Right in between my arms
For it's calm, yet to be all alone
Again and again
Since there's no energy to regain
From the studious writing and jotting
Making my inner deep heartfelt hidden feelings
To shout aloud, this cold morning!

I tried so hard to jump
But I always fell ...
I tried so much to talk
But I seemed to stammer!
Indeed these warm summers
During the cold mornings
Just make me wish you are still here
Because, it's not cozy any more
For you are miles away...

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Guns at Home

Drunk is the man, 
Who gave me the roots of my existence
In this harsh, cold and dark world...
For instance,
He beats up his so-called darling heartbeat
To a pulp, saying she's not caring about him
Yet he spends the little he gets
In bars, so late at night
With his friends, who dance to the tunes of alcohol
And use that chance to know harlots biblically...
He pounces on them as prey
Though they spread disease in the community
Alas! The more he laughs, is the more he loses soberness
Harnessing thoughts that we are his enemies
On his return, to our ramshackled house! 

They say that a home is a safe place
But to me it's like a warzone
A heart rage of shame...
Mother, so verbous that her words land out of place
As she fires gruesome tantrums to her husband
And as African men once nurtured,
They shan't tolerate disrespect from a woman
When he flogs her in front of my siblings and I
Indeed our miniature size, prevails as our weakness
Seeing our mother bleed, to the brink of death!

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Isabel

Isabel is the woman I love
And she's the only one I'll live to have
Her skin is so delicate
And tender as that of liver
Indeed when her gentle touch
Settles on my body
I tend to shiver
As though I'm soon dying of fever...

Her lips so soft and red
Dressed with strawberry gloss
That I'd love to feel the aftertaste
When we kiss, as our lips play like a zip!

Her body, well sculpted
That all her curves and edges
Are nick to the point, 
Priceless work of art,
Since my loving princess Isabel
Really stole my heart!

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Vulnerable to love: a heart's Journey


In my mind...
I always thought I was strong,
But I was proven wrong
With the weakness I sired,
From your unmatched,
Immense love, I always wished to have
And taste, before I became nature's
Reject, of earthly joys! 

I want to love you more,
If only you just offer another chance,
Maybe I'm following a snail's stance
Of being slow to understand even a glance
Shrouded in love, shadowed from hypocrisy
Of mixed feelings, we share... 
For your heart made of glass,
Breaks, as I cascade in silence, 
To run away from the truth 
That I really love you! 

In my dreams,
I always see you smile
As though you were mine,
Since you captured me in a trance
For you held my hand, parted my chest
And swayed gently in a dance...
I saw the love that twinkled in your eyes
As they locked with mine,
We stood there, and kissed
Without despair...
Though it busks in my dreams,
Since it can't swim 
Into sweet-sour reality!

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Seeds of Sorrow

Her eyes swelled and swelled
With bitter tears
That lingered near...
She stood there and not here
Since she thought
It was better to cry, than to try to fly
Into the fantasies ought
To have held on
Rather, just watch and let go!

Her knees fled free
And rooted to the ground like a tree,
Maybe it was just, for her to feel
Nothing but sweet-dark shame
Because she didn't strive for fame
But rather, the pain of an unwanted seed
In a husk- a navelled pouch...

Her dry lips 
Foretold the cold-fire of distress
That brisked much, more less
Like a tale of Dorothy
Clad in a red dress
We guess... As said
That she was graced in the right place
But blessed in a wrong time
With something else!

Her mind 
Keeps bitter regret
For it lives, never to forget
Her raging calm-storm
As she keeps fighting on
While feeding on corn...
And sees herself yawn,
The more, she swore
Not to kill the seed, that was yet to be born!

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Seductive Shadows

Midnight's mystery, she wears with grace
A black dress that hugs her curves in place
That makes my heart race, 
Even by a lock, in her gaze... 
Silky fabric, smooth as her skin
Invites my eyes to linger,
And sets my soul ablaze! 

Her curves, a gentle slope, to manoeuvre
Make me wish to endure,
Than to subdue to her seductive way
As she moves, the dress clings and sways... 
A whispered promise, of secrets untold
Unfold as my dream
That would be real, if the night,
Ended with at least just a dance
To quench my fright! 

The dress, a shadow, that follows her form
A dark embrace, that accentuates her charm
A subtle rustle, as she walks by
A sensual whisper, that makes my heart sigh...
If only she would let me even
Touch her thigh, so that I'd be fine! 

Her eyes, bright jewels, shining bright and bold
Reflecting the night, with a story untold
A smile, a living treasure of a tale to be told... 
To hearts of men, that are cold, 
Look! It's her that I adore
For she's my Cinderella
Not Angela the ballerina, we all know! 

In black, she's radiant, 
Vibrant as the glowing stars
That add color to my dark sky 
In my lonely night,
For she lights up my world
Beyond words, I can live to write
Indeed the girl in a black dress,
You, I'll always think about
Even in the drought of a million years!

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Forever Drawn to You

My wildest dream
Would be me, holding your hand! 
Becoming the perfect pair, hand in hand
Exploring the world and creating memories,
That starts with you
Wearing a red dress, 
With a slit, on the left 
Of your attractive leg... 

Indeed the hint of your skin
Would drive me wild
For I wish nothing more,
Than a kind gesture of a chance
To dance with my queen,
To conclude my night!

Your perfume lingers in the air, 
Making it difficult to even leave your side... 
As I'm forever drawn to enfold you 
In my arms, 
And dance the night away! 

A cold night, it is... 
Which indeed,concludes
With a sweet kiss, from your glossy lips... 
That I feel the current
Even when I hold onto your hips, 
Not minding the people
Who stare and find it unfair,
To be held by a woman
Like you, in their arms!