samson ogbeewi Biography

Stories told about oneself by mouth,
are filled with lies or broken truth;
for what the heart might be underneath,
the mouth will tell and exagerate.
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I am the wind, my dear lady,
I can not be grasped, I can not be captured.

Slowly and gently I move,
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Emerging from the chrysalis of God
Into the hands of white-robed aliens
In the gesture of communication:
A cry: a dawn of Childhood
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Entangled in the cobwebs
Of this sin
Suffocating
under its compelling images
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Dear soulmate
I had stumbled on the path of another
Disguised as you
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