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Travelling Road

Travelling road without end
smooth dark
like a burnt offering
how i wish you were like the bosom of an Africa bride
soft and tender at every touch
But at every turn and bend
your scaling skin gallop our buttock high

Travelling road without end
what paintings lines your belly ?
A zebra patch or a Tiger stribes
running far as i journed

Travelling road without end
Are you the one that eat up the wary sojouner ?
who's skull spatted your dark burnt skin
spilling it content and painting your hide in red ink
or he gave heed to the graveyard call
and carelessly slipped

Travelling road without end
Yield my call

(C)Saintabdul

Travelling Road

Travelling road without end
smooth dark
like a burnt offering
how i wish you were like the bosom of an Africa bride
soft and tender at every touch
But at every turn and bend
your scaling skin gallop our buttock high

Travelling road without end
what paintings lines your belly ?
A zebra patch or a Tiger stribes
running far as i journed

Travelling road without end
Are you the one that eat up the wary sojouner ?
who's skull spatted your dark burnt skin
spilling it content and painting your hide in red ink
or he gave heed to the graveyard call
and carelessly slipped

Travelling road without end
Yield my call

(c) Saintabdul

Paulpaulpaul:
Giving a scope would have been better but here you go.

CC Saintabdul the strange poet come and chi chum chin ooo

As I drift through time, space and life

Above me are my dreams

within me are my believes

Below me is my history

Yet I keep drift without the shore at sight

my anchorage seeks where to berth

Distant travels within the circle of life

many I have come to know yet I refuse to quit

As I see them quench their taste in the vast emptiness of nothing

Screams and cries from within their fragile heart

Should I give up my purpose and embrace the easy choice

The choice between what comes easy and what we choose to pursue

The choice between what we make or what make us

I have stood still waiting to dance to the rhythm of life quantum choice

Should I stand still and watch life drift me to a choice-less choice

Never have I hear, a conqueror stood still in battle

Never have I hear, a sojourner willing to sleep at the gate of his village

Never have I hear, a survival willing to let death come cheap

I shall make my choice and not let life make me a bed of choice-less choice

I shall not sleep at the gate of the village when the sojourn is yet to start

Even in Face of life vast choice-less choice

There is a choice for me to make

The choice that lies deep within my believes

The choice that float above me

The same choice that gave me link to my history

A choice made from my own self decision even in life violent storm

I shall not choose life choice-less choice.

I am a strange poet
My vocals are not fluent
Most times i get involve in a duet
But with my internal myself.

How strange a poet
Who peform just to calm nerves
People measure my silent in fear
Because only i know what i wear

A strange poet
Dancing with words in village square
After the market women has left with their heavy wares
Only I know the worries that give me fear.

there is to much waste of words, style of writing not clear.....but good stuff