THE PROMISE

so you went
forgetting i sent
you,not to bend
but to amend......
not for you to steal
but represent my appeal
ohhhhhhhhhh.............
so you forgot!
and the more you got
the less i got
so what i bought
yesterday.....
today.......
is too much
and all i do is watch
as you belch.........
was i born
to the unknown
of never to own
for it is a norm........
for 5 years i sob
your face you poke
as you mock
and ask for my vote
why do you provoke,
me..........
for the school,
am i to act cool....
for the road,
my dream was broad......
for the jobs,
thousands are my sobs......
you promised
and you missed
no more promises
all lead to clashes
and more crisis......
no more lies
for your 5 lives
are gone......
so you are sad
but too bad
for i have had..........
enough.........
no more.........

poetry

POETRY

HEMA SALLY MATADIN
These words of mine ♥
Like a river of life ever ♥
Flowing never dies even ♥
When the season is dry ♥
...past,present and future all ♥
It speaks of never failing ♥
To touch our hearts and mind! ♥

 FLOENTRY JULIAN
Without my words... ♥
Life becomes hard and i fall apart... ♥
Its like am a wingless bird...
For they are raindrops in a desert... ♥
Quench the thirst... ♥

Words from my past ♥
Will forever last - ♥
For this simple reason, ♥
They help change your position.... ♥
On a decision... ♥
As they carry a lesson... lose to my heart. ♥

Letters in my paper... ♥
Might not make it better... ♥
But am sure much later... ♥
When its all over, ♥
You will get sober. ♥
And start to remember... ♥

OREDOLA IBRAHIM
As I stand in this museion,(in which I dwell) ♥
Calling upon the mystique muses ♥
Striving in my oracular veins ♥
Waiting for the words of poetry ♥

At this sanctuary, this delphic mind ♥
I echo to this mind purblind ♥
I conjure the Phanaeus up ♥
To bring to my mouth, a drop ♥
From the moving water-born ♥
That my ignorance may be torn ♥
Oh! Melete, train my heart to ponder ♥
On the mysteries of the world's wonder ♥

Oh! Mneme, thou art the muse of memory ♥
Strike the air, my mind and let it sound ♥
To amass, and to hold all the mound ♥
And my mind to recall every story ♥
Told in the every nooks of the world ♥
And you have them to me all in furled. ♥

Oh! Aoide, the very perfect voice ♥
Grant me a tongue, the best of your choice ♥
That I may sing for love and against hate ♥
That I may sing for passion at every man's gate ♥
Give me your goddic voice to shout for life ♥
And sings of men that toils and strive ♥
Give me a voice so passionate and touching ♥
To reflect and touches them in my rhyming. ♥
Give me the wax tablet of the Homer's muse ♥
To compose the best epic poems and blues ♥

the sweetest curse

art is a way of life
that we strive
to successfully live
so as to give
to the masses
them, you cant blame
for not playing the game
though its not a shame....
i know this will sound lame
but all the same
"its not done for the fame"
simply for the unconditional love
the expressive honor
but the more i get older
the more it takes over
so i apologize to my lover
for our bed will be winter
for you shall share with another
as i spend with it summer.....
am at it again
inflicting you pain
for keeping to the art lane
but am not sane
for like a thunderous rain
it hit me with a bang
as if i had inhaled bhang
to my soul it sang
to my ears it rang
i didn't ask for it
i dance to its beat
for its my addiction
simply for the reason
that its a prescription
for my mental condition