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Listen more often to things rather than beings. Hear the fire's voice, Hear the voice of the water. In the wind hear the sobbing of the trees, It is our forefathers breathing.
The dead are not gone forever. They are in the paling shadows, And in the darkening shadows. The dead are not beneath the ground, They are in the rustling tree, In the flowing water, In the still water, In the lonely place,in the crowd; The dead are not dead
Listen more often to things rather than beings Hear the fire's voice. Hear the voice of the water In the wind hear the sobbing of the trees. It is the breathing of our forefathers who are not gone,not beneath the ground, Not dead.
The dead are not gone forever. They are in a woman's breast, A child's crying,a glowing ember. The dead are not beneath the earth, They are in the flickering fire, In the weeping plant,the groaning rock, The wooded place,the home. The dead are not dead.

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Close your eyes,meditate within,exhale in and out,
Let the world within come alive,so true and so real,
Recreate the universe with the power of your imagination.

The world starts and ends with ideas,through all ages and time,to every cycle the earth makes round it's axis.
The smallest atom of idea can transform different tribes,race and gender beyond our wildest imagination.

The power of ideas are immeasurable,
They are the hidden treasures which lies deep within each and everyone of us,when we take time to mine them,we will find that they are more precious than diamonds.

Hidden down beneath the floors of our minds,even gold,diamond, pearl and silver can never be compared to a drop of idea from the rooftop of our soul.

Ideas which seem insignificant,
Has tremendous power within them.
They are the genesis,the initiation,the foundation of all invention and everything which is created by mankind.

The power of ideas!ideas!!ideas!!!

Nice one...I could use it as a play on stage.

thanks dear. more comments please

New year, new me

I can see in your countenance
you tried to crack a smile again
just to cover your past flaws
but there it goes again
peeping out from your dusty bag of guilt

you tried to take solace in a new year resolution
to restitute your sins and turn a new leaf
but like a pack of cards,it came falling to your face
a season of fighting temptation you thought
another redemption song to resort

Even when the future seems unclear and deep inside, fears too many to persevere
we shade our grey,we fake a smile,we pray the shame pass away and the fame comes alive,we laugh,we weep,we hope,we fear and that's the burden of a new year.

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Happy new year nairalanders!

BEFORE LAST NIGHT

A scintillating future he had The only hope his family had His sanctuary he kept clean even till his obituary just before last night

Tony was every guys favourite His house was like shoprite Everything was pretty cool Until the inferno occurred just before last night


I thought love was blind You occupied my mind Over the eastern I flew Just to get your favourite wine Until I saw him caressing your behind just before last night


He almost committed suicide Maybe I should just end it all Maybe my birth was a mistake In the croaky voice of poverty he thought just before last night


Baba go-slow they called him Always came last in class Nobody gave him a chance just before last night.
Poem written by Jesam Eko Tel:08175240998

SHECHEM'S DESIRE(Gen:34)

Dangling waist of Dinah,

goddess of Cleo patran beauty,

invention of Leah,sent from Jupiter,

brilliant curves of bethsheba and fragrance of myrrh and frankincense adoring her body formula.

quench this fire within my thighs oh ye daughter of Leah.
let me unwrap thy twin tower from thy garment as we lament in ecstasy.

For thy temple is comely as pomegranate and thy two breast are like two young roes which feed among the lilies.
For your seductive teasing,leaves me spellbound and barely pleasing.
Oh if only Shechem could tame his wandering 3rd leg.
For his countless x-rays only seeks to UnCloth her and his desires are trails to the hallway of shame.

Just as his preying eyes travels the road of frivolities,
His manliness is not for the wild beast,but for the forbidden feast of Dinah,as he craves for a chance to savour her embodiment with the brutality of an hungry lion.

Invoke not,the spirit of the devil in her,for the wreckage of horror litters her senses as she builds her fences of strong revenge.

Raise up thy head oh ye scavengers,carry your cross,dance to your drumbeat as the jeering market women hail thee.
Here comes the old slimy serpent in sag cloths as he claps to the melodious combo of shechem's desire.

Wailing at Kirikiri awaits brother Shechem as he forward match in chains.
Face of sorrow,fear of tomorrow weakens his born marrow and sorry na him name.


Rape is barbaric
If you can't woo her,please don't be her greatest woe.
STOP RAPE TODAY.
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Poem written by Jesam Eko.