My true passion is ink on paper
To see my thoughts and ideas physically
To play with my writings and then smile
I strive to get better days after years
Writing exposes the deepest part of my soul
It turns my sadness to joyous smiles
People take medicines for stress
Some resort to natural alternatives
But I have given myself a good efficacy
That is, reading and digesting my poems
I write to give my ideas a body
I read to give it legs
People appreciate for hands
But I know not when God will give it life
My passion exposes the true me
DEEP INTO POLITICS
I thought for a moment I Imagined peace laced with war I saw the efforts of a recalcitrant looser The beauty of it, I cou...
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Presently my soul lingers in limbo; not agnostic The weary feet of me gets weary not; soon to be No mortal seek what I seek; perhaps know wh... -
I SPEAK OF A TYRANT I speak of a tyrant Whose cruelty ebbs not Whose acts of predicaments recognizes no truce The joy of the people ...
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Time is due as it is due Our own will be a sample for mankind Going and never to retreat Envies from our foes will be a norm T...