I am a poet.Everywhere I go I am always reciting.Anything I say passes life over.I have a natural affection for poetry.Me and poetry, we are perfectly miscible substances.I did not grow in a poetic meadow, I was born and bred in a forest, in a thicket where I was lucky to be bruised by this thorn and that prickly spiny leaf.I loved that.I loved the roaring of the lions all day, for the message they passed across all day, I loved the rains and the resounding and striking thunderstorms, they gave me the energy I needed.I loved the growling of hungry wolves at night, It made me awake all night and made me responsive.Yet I had to move out, unconditionally from that cocoon, For I realized the world is big, so big to be left alone, too big to hassle alone, too lonely to wade alone.I had to come to its rescue for that is what I was meant to do, for that is what i AM meant to do. Wil I am.
So God help us,
Amen
It's all in the head
It's all in the mind
Do not seek amiss
You will never catch a star
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Thanks to all my friends who wished me birthday wishes
I hadn't logged on for quite a while but now I am back
I am black but whether white or black
Life will give the same lashes back
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The Love of God
The love of God, because of this our sins are no more
Because of this great love, all our sins He bore
Tis this sincere love that gave us the breath of life
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How can you be a Lion and a Lamb ago?
How can you be roaring in the land?
And innocently bellow in the field ago
How can you bring peace and enmity ago?
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Call me any name you like but it does not matter
My Name is MOSQUITO, Anopheles, Culex, Aedes
All this you have called me but my name is Mosquito
Hear me plead my case, dear humans, and dear friends
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