BRIGHT MORNING

Awoke at dawn.
The cold breeze is freezing,
Makes me long for the sun.

Endeavors make me see the morning
in its tender age.
At its freshness and dullness,
I watched.

I watched it grow to glow
attaining brightness.
Now the morning sun appears.
It warms my back as I walk past.
On my skin, 
It feels so refreshing.

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Outside my window view is an empty space.
Anytime my thoughts become like ice,
I sit and stare, stare,
At the passing air before my two eye.
"Until when would you stay a rigid image?"
Asked my subconscious in awe.
"Until when my thoughts dissolve."
Answered the rigid me!

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HAPPINESS
Happiness is green.
Deep green,
A color of leaf.
It has eyes,
Hazel Grey eyes,
Shines like ice,
Transparent as glass.
Excitement is the 
language it speaks.
It speaks, in peace.

I say,
"Take me in
In,
Into your guest inn.
For I heard you have one
Down the street of life.
It says,
"It's true,
I am real.
It's free,
Walk in,
Be my company!"

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HOUSE OF LIVING

Fill my cup with wine
One intoxicated with life.

I want to get drunk.
In the house of living
I want to be locked.
If the night knocks,
Calls,
And never stops,

To my ears, its voice will be dull.

I insist to not get sober
Until the night finally stop its bother.

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MISTY PACE

In a bit,

I feel not at ease,

I could do as I please,

But not mine to bid.


Today is now.

Tomorrow will pass.

I feel to hold it down,

But time is a stag.

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IF LOVE IS ALL IT TAKES

I wish time had a better timing for you and me.
I wish miles away is the house next to mine.

So you'd not be here now but gone soon like a fly.
So you'd hear my voice when I call from afar.

Can't our flourishing love be the seconds and our lasting affection the day?
Can't our blossoming care be the road and our radiant yearn the way?

Maybe then you'd be in
my reach when I stretch to hold,
owning the time and
steadying it with our love pace.

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AFRICAN BEAUTY

She is of a descent away from the West,
A seed sown in the land of deep culture crest,
Made to grow and blossom like the Lily of the field.

Her skin is an exile of lightness,
A great surface for reflection of the sun's brightness.

She makes a grand glow,
Always making every man fall to her toe.

A shout for beauty 
A shout for splendor
She answers for it all.

She is as black as night,
As brown as Sandy soil,
As yellow as sun flower,

She is an African beauty!

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shines within the heart of evil.
It brightens the part of wrongdoing,
And add brilliance to rotten thoughts.
It lights the coal of jealousy,
releasing the smoke of
hatred strong enough to kill.

This you have seen,
This you have to make cease.


THE LAMB OF DARKNESS

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HIS LOVE

He knows the answers I seek. 
He sees my need.
His love never misses the train to me.
And when it does arrive in a twinkle of an eye,
My hands grow tired from unwrapping the packages of assurance it carried along.
My curious mind is put to bed 
As I linger in the company of his love.

 "Your strength comes from keeping calm and trusting in me" He said,  as I leaned more closer to him!

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