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i'll need the horror section for that piece

i am so grateful for the wind through the trees
the sun in the sky and the birds that fly by all the time
and thank the lord as i walk by the sea
there's so much in this world to see

i am so grateful for family and friends
who cushion my fall and end up making me feel ten feet tall
even when the world stands appalled
my pearls are there through it all

i am so grateful for this gift called life
for Gods lovely touch am so grateful he loves me so much
he reached through the clouds to a soul that was lost
and glorified this dust

i watch her while she's sleeping, the twilight when she dreams
the sound of her heart beating and the joy that it brings
her look, her smile, our meeting, the silent 'i love you'
such pleasure isnt fleeting, how can i not stay true
and so the journey begins, two souls merge into one
as we vow to still stay true, after all is said and done

the shouts, her tears, her heartache, the sadness in her eyes
my lonely walk, my heartbreak, when two lovers sigh
our pride, our tongues, our weakness
when we're  not at our best
our love, our care, our meekness
gets us through the mess

we laugh, we cry, we conquer, together we stand tall
and when we fail or falter, we love inspite of it all
friendship is a blessing, love the greatest gift
there are so many lessons, it isnt always bliss
but in the end we're grateful, that we never missed
the chance to say "i love you" and seal it with a kiss

From the “Land of shadows”
They move in terrifying rhythm to the sound of the drums, a mystical dance as intriguing as it is scary. In some mysterious way I am chained by lust and pride and still don’t know how I came to be here. The sulphuric stench is sickening and it seems we are near the sea because I hear the crashing of the waves. I am among other prisoners who are in chains too. The chants rise as hideous creatures come out of the shadows, grabbing the prisoners and dragging them to the cliffs edge. It is a full moon and I see a giant figure tearing at the prisoners flesh in pleasure and with glee. I hear clearly what the chants are now, Diablo’s, Diablos, Diablos. To my horror he points a crooked finger at me and two hooded creatures head towards me, pulling me out of the crowd. One of them removes her hood and to my utter amazement it’s my girlfriend Michelle. Her eyes are as black as coal and her voice as cold as ice. She drags me to the cliff as the chants get louder. Michelle it’s me I scream, don’t do this. At the cliff edge I see what lies below. A sea of lava. I beg, I plead, don’t throw me off, I turn to the second hooded creature, please, my girlfriend has gone mad I cry, somebody save me. The Diablos chants are at a fever pitch, the creatures tear at my flesh, lift me up and throw me off the cliff.

My pillow is drenched in sweat. Its 2.30a.m. What a nightmare. There is movement in my bed beside me so I put on the light then jump out of the bed in fright. Michelle sits up in bed, staring at me. The same cold dark stare. She speaks but it’s not her voice “you know” she says. She turns to an unseen being and speaks. You had no right to save him, he is full of sin, and he doesn’t deserve a second chance. I sit on the floor petrified. She turns to me and in a blood curdling voice says “we are everywhere”. She gets up, dresses up, looks at me one last time and walks out.

I sit on the floor for hours, until the sunlight streams through my window. I light a cigarette with shaky hands. My beautiful Michelle some kind of witch, I can’t believe it. I go to the drawer and check if my shotgun is still there. I already have blood on my hands so killing Michelle will just be one more. There is no way I am going out through some strange sick bitch. I take another glass of scotch to cool my nerves. What I really need is sexual healing I say to myself. So I call up one of my girls, Catherine. I know I treat her like dirt but I pay her good. After a night of sadistic hedonism I push Catherine away and drift off to sleep.

I open my eyes and to my utter horror I am back at the cliff edge. The Diablos chants, the sulphuric stench, the hideous creatures, all so real. No, this is just a nightmare I scream. Michelle is by my side; I turn to the other creature as she removes her hood and find out to my horror that it’s Catherine. She looks at me with coal eyes and says “I told you we are everywhere”. They tear at my flesh as the hideous creatures throw me of the cliff. A voice rings in my head as I fall into the darkness “we are everywhere”

Epilogue
Mr. Rod k, a man known mainly for the murder of the AAA family jumped out of his hotel room this morning. Written on the wall in his own blood were the words “they are everywhere”

thanks

@ poster
very nice

point noted but your looking at it from the wrong angle. consider those who would bother to pay their last respects at your funeral and you will know people you shoul build stronger ties with and not waste time on fair weather friends, i.e picking up jewels as well as pebbles in lifes journey. try reading "man in the mirror" by Pat Morley its a good book.

I opened my eyes and swore I was in heaven
For I saw an angel peering into my eyes
If this is how angels are then I wonder at Gods beauty
I wanted to sing its praises but had no voice
Words refused to come out so I kept quiet, I had no choice
I laid upon my bed and stared at the ceiling
It was as if my body had no feeling
But my thoughts were filled with my angel
I longed for her visits, they made me strong
When my angel looked into my eyes there was a connection, a bond

I have found my voice and am starting to hear
It is as I was starting to fear
I am not in heaven but here on earth
I was in an accident that could have been worse
I have been bedridden for weeks attended to by a nurse
Where is my angel or was it a dream?
For it is an angel I had seen
My angel made me strong
My angels love made me want to live long
Show me my angel for we have a bond

My angel is the one I have loved all my life
My angel I found out was really my wife
Without knowing it I had falling in love again
But now I remember all, my angel has a name
It’s Joan, her name is Joan

Relationships. With God, with family, with friends. In the end that’s all that really matters. We come with nothing but we leave with a lifetime of memories. So I put pen to paper in self examination. How many lives have I touched? How many people have I inspired? How many people will attend my funeral? How many will genuinely miss me? In life’s journey I have picked up jewels as well as pebbles. I am passionately loved and deeply despised, still struggling in the battlefield of my mind. Am I called bitter and resentful or happy and enthusiastic? Is life one big party or a pilgrimage. If love is mainly an emotion then how can I love my enemies? No, it’s an act of will, a determination to do the right thing in spite of your emotions. Yet love comes in different shades, my love for my parents differs from my love for my siblings still yet, my love for God. Does God still wrestle with man? Answer, he still wrestles with me in a match I pray to lose.

What epitaph will be written of me? How will the world of spirits welcome me? Will I elevate to the world above or will my sins make me sink to the world below. So many questions, so few answers. A friend of mine is a revolutionary; he has big dreams of changing the world. I face a tougher task, changing myself. I sit at my desk surrounded by the great dead. Writers who have gone on before me. C.s Lewis makes me think, P.G Wodehouse makes me laugh, George Herbert’s words are really deep and Robert Frost is truly rich. J.R.R Tolkien takes me on an adventure and Jean Plaidly brings me home. Writers too many to mention, words too deep to forget. I am Aslan333, a writer, a poet, a friend. A father, a son, a husband, a brother, a child. As I sit at my desk meditating on this drama called life I am reminded that it’s all about relationships, with God, with family, with friends because in the end that’s all that really matters.

what a rush when embellished thoughts are read
olulu and princess please get a hotel bed
and when you are through come back to the thread
instead of all the naughty things that have been said
the silence returns, no more thoughts stream from my head
so i continue to read, until new rhymes are bred

prayer

carry me on the wings of an eagle
to the place where i belong
take me to the place where i can mingle
with people of virtue all day long
lift me to the heavens up above
for i know you hold me dear
bless me oh gentle God of heaven
and always draw me near

cleanse my heart of all evil, lusts and passions
and make me new
let me know the world in all its fashions
from your point of view
help me win a sweet victory for my lord
and never let him down
help me stay just and upright
lest i make you frown

yes mohawkchic, thanks

If

if i knew tomorrow
would i still be able to live for today?
if i knew all lifes sorrows
would happiness ever come my way?
if a future storm would take me
could i ever enjoy lifes rain
if i knew the future
wouldnt it drive me insane?

goodnight note

my younger brothers in love, i can see the signs
the way he whistles in the rain
and his eyes light up when i call her name
her love has kindled such a flame
and i understand cos my love for you hasnt waned
love conquers all, i watch it unfold before my eyes
a tale so fresh, yet as old as time

he holds the remote miming alicia keys "no one" when i walk in the room
and tells me it seems the skies a richer blue
he walks around thinking no one has a clue
but we all see the signs, he seems brand new
love conquers all, this i know is true
and it reminds me of our beginnings, of me and you
our joys, our pains, all we've been through

so you might not have noticed, but today i just sat and watched you
the way you combed your hair, the way you wore your shoes
the sparkle in your eyes when our children called you mummy
and your blinding smile when i called you honey
my brothers in love and here i am writing this note
i still mean every vow i made, those sacred oaths
my brothers isnt the only one in loves hold

i tear at the flesh in search of a new beginning
a way to conquer the fears within
the inner doubts and all that makes me cringe
to be a better man, of more noble character
to know the difference between eternal values and what doesnt matter
to become a better son, a more noble father

i ask for help, the opening of my eyes
to once again hold dear the setting sun
and lifes simple pleasures that come with the break of dawn
to hold humans dear despite our flaws
and stretch out a hand of friendship beyond my crumbling walls
to do what is right, to answer the inner call

as i write to a faceless audience i silently wonder when
a kindred spirit will reply the words captured by my pen
with a deeper understanding of lifes meaning
and a simple friendship, the path to inner healing
i tear at the flesh, in search of a new beginnig
the inner battle rages on, i need to start winning

lost love

i fell in love as any man would
and my love grew as no mans could
over the years i have fought back tears
at the reminder that i have lost my love

i was in a trance for so long
hypnotised, i sang her praises and songs
but she loved another and told me as much
now am still waiting for times healing touch

a victim of love i have been
and the consequences i have seen
for i cried out may the best man win
and broke down in tears when she chose him
a jewel i have lost, my only treasure
my love is lost and gone forever

I sit at my porch as a smile dances upon my lips
watching the children listen in eagerness at the old womans feet
soaking in her stories with vivid imaginations
hausas, igbos, yorubas, a little nation

no child turns to the other asking "whats your tribe'
to tribalism and its like they are blind
just pure love i see, the way it should be
and their genuine tears when they part, touches me

but my mind is tainted by the prejudice of tribe
i should call myself NIGERIAN but instead i flock with my own kind
so with wrinkles i learn lessons from the young ones
still fresh from heaven with few years under the sun

thanks lovelace

Time and time again

Time and time again
I feel it, the pain
It almost drives me insane
My tears pour down like rain
I look up at the stars
Wondering where you are
Time and time again
I feel it, the pain

When am all alone they come
Memories that burn
That makes me to mourn
And cry all alone
Inside of me feels cold
I walk a lonely road
When am all alone they come
Memories that burn

I look for words to say
I cry out, I pray
For one special day
You’ll call out my name
And take away my pain
Kindling once again that flame
I have no words left to say
So I sob here, I pray


p.s thanks rexfx

blessing of my soul

i always sing then i dance
when i think about our romance
when you gave me that special glance
when you put me in this endless trance
i always jump and i sing
for all the joy that you bring
precious one, blessing to my soul

there's no more pain, no more grief
for your love has brought me peace
you make me feel like the greatest king
you make me the happiest human being
i no more groan, muchless moan
for i am no longer alone
she is here, the blessing of my soul

hear my friends, boys and girls
cupids bow has finally shot home
and left my heart all aglow
it has melted away all the snow
i thank God, bless his name
for this i do give him praise
for my precious one, the blessing of my soul

I love my wife, its her mother I can’t stand. I know you must be saying if you really love your wife you’ll love everything about her. To that I say “you haven’t met my mother-in-law. The day started out great, I opened my eyes to see my wife’s sensuous body gliding gracefully towards me and as she opened her mouth my body was aroused in anticipation of her melodious voice only to hear her say what most husbands dread “darling my mom will be visiting tomorrow can you please pick her up?” I hear the sound of a promising day get flushed down the toilet. But honey you know i have that business meeting tomorrow I say; {now there’s a lie if I ever told one}. Your lying she says. Just say you don’t want to pick her up. Me lying? I am the lord of this manor, the king of the castle, why do I have to lie? Am not picking her up and that’s final. We’ll see she says

On my way to work I sit in traffic, fuming. Who does she think she is inviting her mother over like that? Does she think I am our father Adam who said to eve “but God said we shouldn’t eat it and she stroked his head saying shut up and eat you silly boy” and the rest is history. Or doe she think am Samson who was singing “why don’t you braid my hair” hand in hand with Delilah all the way to the barbershop. No way. In my house my word is law. Am at the top of the food chain.

We meet at 6 o’clock for mid-week fellowship and she has saved a space for me. The pastors’ sermon is on the miracles of Jesus ad we open to Matthew 8 vs. 14-15. The verse reads “when Jesus arrived at peters house, peters mother-in-law was in bed with a high fever. But when Jesus touched her head, the fever left her”. What is this? Some kind of divine conspiracy? She passes me a note and on it is written “you see, Jesus loved peters mother-in-law” and I write back “yeah JESUS loved peters mother-in-law, not peter.

Its 8.30p.m, I sit on the couch channel surfing and starving, wondering why I refused to eat her food earlier this evening. She saunters to the front of the TV and says “I’ve warmed your favorite are you ready to eat now?’ who told you I am hungry I reply. I know your not hungry but just eat to make me happy she says. Okay just because of the effort you put in I say. We both know I can’t resist her cooking, but she expertly strokes my ego and am starting to wonder who’s really in charge.

Its 9.45p.m, she’s massaging my shoulders and we start making passionate love on the sitting room floor. Thank God our daughter is only a year old. I wouldn’t want our kids rushing into the parlor screaming “daddy what are you doing to mummy? And why is she screaming yes yes yes when no one is asking her any questions”. She gives the signals for another round, I can’t let her know I am exhausted so I apply delay tactics until we both sleep off.

Its 7a.m and I wake up to my wife’s angelic smile. And I start thinking, who am I to judge father Adam? And maybe Samson wasn’t such a slowpoke after all. I am the lord of this manor, the king of the castle. My wife whispers in my ear “honey my mom just called, she’s at the park”. Am on my way, I reply, while I fetch my car keys. I know your saying, after all your tough talk you still gave in. To that I say “you haven’t met my wife”

hotel rwanda
mans' words

the horrors in this life i see
oh lord, why did you create me?
in anger i will clothe my thoughts with words
and scream to the heavens till i am heard

what is your answer to a childs pain?
why are you silent when religion slanders your name?
what is mans purpose?cant you just make it plain?
in frustration i cry, on my knees again

will you blast me now as you did Job?
or will you explain like you did on the emmaus road
cos my faith draws thin, my love waxes cold
as the one men speak off sits on a distant throne

His reply

the caterpillar sees the butterfly and shakes its fist at me
infront of a mirror it scowls and rants on how cruel life can be
i could thunder from the heavens but would it truly understand?
must i explain an infinite mind to finite man?

men form ideologies of me from the idols in their hearts
you should truly seek me and set yourself apart
for i am not an unconcerned observer as some may think
neither have i given you a cup i did not drink

seek me with all your heart and with time you will understand
just as out of the oysters clam comes the pearl
and through a mothers labour comes a baby boy or girl
from this world will come forth the best of worlds
so have a little faith thats all i ask
judge me when the story ends and all is past

thanks kay9 and sisikill for ur comments

shadows
it was so dark i could almost touch it and the only sound was my slow rythmic breathing. I laid on my back because it was too painful to move. all alone i was, battling with my demons. i heard a close friend died of the sickness i now embodied and for the first time it dawned on me how real death is; lurking in the dark just counting my heartbeats. so i spoke to God like most dying men do. i spoke to my creator as i reflected on the life i had lived. for the first time i really prayed. the desperate cry of a dying man. as i prayed the demons brought thoughts to my mind of lost loved ones. i heard movements in the dark, deaths servants reminding me he"s close.his servant "pain" as efficient as ever, his slave "fear" drawing me closer to him. still i prayed, pleaded and cried " lord i want to live". yet there was no reply just the sound of my painful rhytmic breathing in the dark.

as i lay on the bed i hear a whisper in my head, a gentle questioning voice, "why should i let you live? i could hear him say. "what happiness would that bring me? you fill your days with sin and your nights with filth under a cloak of darkness. yet i have always seen you, i have heard your filthy thoughts screaming in my ears and have seen your filthy ways that many times brought me to tears. why then should i let you live? so you can continue in your revelry and cause me more grief? why shouldnt i let death stop your hearbeat.how do i reply such words? i know the voice speaks the truth so i lay in  the dark with another sound added to the painful breathing, " the agonising sobs of a dying man"

for the second time i hear a voice as gentle as the first," i take no pleasure in the death of sinners,rather that they repent and live. you deserve judgement but i offer mercy. i beseech you my child choose true life. now i understand that life is a mist, that mortal mans days are few. i see that my sins broght me pleasure but never joy and pleasure isnt worth an eternity in darkness. i choose true life, i choose you.

i dont hear the whispers anymore but he has left his servants with me. "hope" keeps me strong and the word guides my heart, chasing away all the demons. and even though i still feel the pain, as his servant"faith" grows stronger within,  i know even the pain will go.


"LIVE EVERY DAY WITH A DEEPER COUNCIOUSNESS OF ETERNITY"

There is a special bounce in my steps as i head towards her house.Like a maiden in a fairy tale i see her standing at her balcony waving at me and my face lights up as i race to be by her side. Her smile warms my heart and loosens my tongue. I pour out words shaped by pain stored in the recesses of my mind and unlock a floodgate of tears. She holds my shattered heart in her hands and moulds it with soothing words. Time will heal all wounds she says, even one wrought by death. I am crazy about you i say, but I LOVE YOU she says. I am tongue tied, is this love? The warm feeling in my heart, the joy at our meeting and the sadness when we must part? I am hurting so my heart is full of sorrow, i say to myself " i dont know" and so i am silent. My silence says more then words could ever say.

Its a new year and i get a letter from her, "i miss you so much, it says, i long to be with you". Yet i am wrapped in my world of grief and dont reply, i know her words to be true but my heart still dwells on the one that died. The years have passed and that spark is now a memory. I hears from friends that she is married now and i smile to myself. I remember our moments together and understand more clearly now, i understand why her words were such jewels and her kisses such bliss. Like an angel she was there in my darkest hour. yes she was there for me, but never meant for me. I understand now that through her i drew strength, not from what she was but what i wanted her to be. Through my sorrow a gift was stirred, through my pain, a new way to conquer my fears was learned. The ability to express my feelings in words, the desire to embalm my thoughts on paper. So even if my "first love" wasnt really love i thank the heavens for sending her for i know now more then ever that it was at that epoch in time that i started to write

i watch her while she's sleeping, the twilight when she dreams
the sound of her heart beating and the joy that it brings
her look, her smile, our meeting, the silent 'i love you'
such pleasure isnt fleeting, how can i not stay true
and so the journey begins, two souls merge into one
as we vow to still stay true, after all is said and done

the shouts, her tears, her heartache, the sadness in her eyes
my lonely walk, my heartbreak, when two lovers sigh
our pride, our tongues, our weakness
when we're not at our best
our love, our care, our meekness
gets us through the mess

we laugh, we cry, we conquer, together we stand tall
and when we fail or falter, we love inspite of it all
friendship is a blessing, love the greatest gift
there are so many lessons, it isnt always bliss
but in the end we're grateful, that we never missed
the chance to say "i love you" and seal it with a kiss

pilgrim

standing infront of an open door wondering whats on the other side
fear of the unknown, of being alone, goes racing through my mind
but i cant stay inside this world of filth and sin forever
so i take a bold step and push on through

the air is cold, the road so rough, i look around in fear
but a soothing voice calms me down and scarred hands draw me near
drop your load oh weary soul, your burdens i will bear
until you reach the end of this lifes road when i will dry all your tears

i reach the end, can barely stand but my friend carries me through
look up he says, look around, i made this just for you
and through the pearly gates we walk into a glorious light
as i hear the words "well done my son you've fought the good fight"

@ acan

to ur tales from the hood i can really relate
it seems growing up follows the same lines in diffrent states
wether its playing football with no shoes
or gyration galore when the time is due

NTA showed us programs that bind
rent-a-ghost, voltron, wozolgomage and the kind
thanks for the stroll down memory lane
whose rhymes are tight? acans his name

how e go be like to rhyme for pidgin?
me i just dey think am, dey reason
shey make i ask colours? the queen of the season
i sure say she go get words wey dey pleasin

or wait, make i ask acan advice?
make him finish me with him tongue wey be like knife
angel-empy, princess, i dey greet o
meetroxix, spicey blue i go like to know

to all of una wey sabi rhyme
God go bless you thru out ur time
no be our fault, e dey our blood
and we dey use am well well since na gift from God

RE: open invitation

the desire burns to discover the mystery of this girl
whose words are like precious stones, diamonds and beryl
so reveal your world, your thoughts embellished with words
take me on an intellectual walk and reveal your hidden pearls

be my fantasy
take me to higher heights of ectasy
let us break the shackles of the world we see
as we delve into deeper levels of intimacy

let us make love with our words
as our souls merge into one
and we will soar on the wind like birds
discovering new things under the sun

as my eyes light up at the beauty you hold within
let no one think this a physical thing
she has said it will be nothing like the usaul fling
it will be something new from her world she brings

falling again

just when you think its the end, it happens again
you fall in love with someone
forgetting your heart needs to mend, your knees start to bend
in awe of this new love

you dont know her name, all the same, you dance in the rain
when you think of her smile
and sway to a tune no one hears, of that someone so dear
who has made you feel so high

but the best of times are when your so close and you can cherish your rose
admiring her beauty
and for that moment in time, to all else your blind
except for this unique human being

acan it was meant to be satirical 

untitled

pot-bellied, bowlegged; what am i to do?
even on my wedding day i might have to climb a stool
we need films like shrek, guys like me, it helps us get through
and gives us hope we'd find a girl who just might say "i do"

i met a girl in a chat room who said beauty lies within
to call Gods creation ugly she said was a sin
but when she saw me face to face she said "something is amiss"
it'll take more than kissing i heard her say, to make this frog a prince

so here i am asking cos i dont have a clue
even the plain girls when i say hi look like i said boo
they say it'd be a crime against humanity for me to bear fruit
but am in search of love, or at least a hug, oh what am i to do?


pls suggest a good title for this poem