Ray Anyasi

I've been labeled, been tagged in a hurry.
Garments worn on me which were not flory.
yet none has cared to listen for my side.
Yet, have they not stripped me bare of all pride?
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Lead me there.
The still waters
where my feet
sails a stiff wave
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we stayed out late to count the stars
where maga men would park their cars
the cold outside we do care less for
where was charles then all along
i loved you but you loved him more
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Home is gone, stolen by our enemy.
Home is broken, and nothing left for me.
Now I live in the wreck of an old van,
And my pillow is a soiled baking pan.
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I will find my way.
I'd follow the cracks.
They are the
signs of life.
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We sang proud in the choir of the Most High
Till the beauty serpent told us a lie.
How could we have placed on him all our trust?
On an angel with love for things unjust.
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all I'd say in this rhyme is true
I'm a lover, I stand accuse
the sky be brown, the earth be blue
to bless you God can't refuse
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What is this thing? Are we married or not?
Only a nuptial bond will make meaning.
Yet passion binds us to uncertain lot.
Make us husband and wife or we're nothing.
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far was peace and trouble nigh
nation east of Niger sought to split
for a new nation hope was high
as one nation they chose not to use
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I have long known this roadside prostitute
In whom's life, night by night, down were the chips
Of what would you think her thoughts constitute?
Of yanked legs from whence falls her nightly tips?
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From nine Oni street a nascent baby cried
To his vital needs the modest family tried
Despite luxury and wants placed above
How would I ever ever forget this place
From whence I found this love.
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i asked lady vee please that we may see
then you appeared with that weird hair
but not without showing that stired flair
i could use that hug for eternity
and not fuse over it for immotality
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See a butterfly emerge from its cage
Out from its cocoon, unto a new page.
Yet on both worlds has it dwelt, a native,
Birthing the house wive's twilight narrative.
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Welcome to the end of tis my disease.
Of freezing shadows and ending their tease.
No, please. No, think not me as high on dope.
Sorely yoked but now high on dope of hope.
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He found the pearl-eyed dame across the aisle
And on her thus poured a watch for a while.
She chased Hypnos from him, his dear miss Tee.
For her I could travel a thousand mile
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The players are there of cymbals and bells,
Worshipers gathered like holy cartels.
'Tis the choir of the most holy Deity,
His praises to vanish our anxiety.
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The Word stepp'd from His throne. Sire, here I am.
To 'em that believe, sons of Abraham.
Unto 'em give the life of Elohim.
And this gospel thou shalt make contagious
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i knew this man some years ago

dearly beloved by four and two
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she rings my line before i go to sleep
and whenever i wake it was by her beep
i guess she wants an equal response
but for her sake i can not leave my studies
she was just one, one of my many ladies
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when three wise men came all to town
to a new born king they offered crown
the manger was the star they sight
and they followed well till there
thus it was that christmas night
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