T R A V E L E R

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Life is a road,
walking or running, we move,
Or jumping like toads,
While Some gentle as doves.

Life is a bridge,
Guarded by post and rails,
Some flip at the apex,
Some move for the head,
And some just end at the foot.

Life is a flight,
We take off so we alight,
All in perspective of a narrow end,
An end…
Life is death personified.

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DARK SERIES

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams, no mortal ever dared to dream before”
-Edgar Allan Poe

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Close your eyes for a second,
take a deep breath and remember,
light shines the brightest in the dark‘.

Let not your will be crippled,
by happenings of this life.

Let your light stay shining always
that it might shine some more when darkness comes.

For it will surely come to all of us.
an inevitable occurrence of life which is only tackled
by those that keep their light shining;
against all odds.

Jesus Saves.
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POEM: The Irony

Apostle said,
pray and sweat,
in the name of the Father
do not fret”.

Alone with Apostle
we did pray,
and we did sweat,
but on a different stance.

The Apostle said, “I Am…
but really, Is He?
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Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in Heaven
-Matthew 5:16 KJV
Night Shoot-4All photos are my works. Photographed with a single light from an iPhone 6 at about 8 pm, outdoors.

DISTRAIT

He swayed so far…
Totally oblivious of Dick,
not even the Cameras click
or the loud Nursery rhyme.

I tried so hard…
Snapped my fingers,
waved my hands too
but it was all vain.

Alas! He came to,
with a deep sigh out,
and a jaw tightly squeezed.

So silly…I asked,
“Boy! Are you alright”

FOR HAJARA

My darling, I miss your smile,
The feel of your long woolly hair,
The love we had,
And the ruin we made.

When darkness came,
I left when I should have stayed,
I shoved you away.

Now, robbed of your charm,
You are tucked into a corner
And I am left to the foreigner.

Like the sun, in time, you will rise,
And your devotion, a corona about you.

P.S  J. BEKAS AND I WORKED ON THIS ONE

In The Lonely Hour

He walks the street,
aimlessly searching for tranquil.
Patiently observing natures fleet
as it unleashes its wonders.

That eventide…
The kind that forces a grin out,
The kind that lets the mind slide,
to a peaceful and beautiful site.

Darkness bows after this,
as it always at the sight of light.

F-A-R-T

I hear thunderstorms
In the depths of its belly,
A sound of a raging lion
Resounds amidst its colony.

Every expel is a horror,
Like a mix of horrible colours.
That beast!…betrayed by its body,
In the name of enticing Rudy.

Now look what she has done…
Confusion brewing in the bus.
Her alone at the back; no clone!
Thus an ass roar.

E-THA-NOL!

It tasted like Astymin,
It was gluey and disgusting,
Yet she pushed it down,
Swallowed with a slight frown.

Can’t it just be sweet?
…like honey with no awkward taste,
Like fresh Pineapple,
Odd She was in no haste.

Slow sips eyes on her,
That newbie persistent for cliques,
It was obvious so he poked,
“Excuse me, there is coke.”

Corper Wii!!

I met a man honest and true,
I met a man enthusiastic for worship,
I met a man diligent in his business,
Then I met me, first time open minded.

I heard stories but never true,
I envisioned horrors but it was fluid,
I thought crazy that I was right,
Slow days…slow flight.

In the end, we were all ready,
For unseen tears and hopeful bliss,
For handshakes and hugs,
For smiles and hope for better days .

It is Jesus all the way,
I hope I see you all again.
Love yours!

WORTH-LESS

We used to mingle and jingle,
We used to mock and be savage,
We used to glitter and prank,
It was all crap to be frank.

In front we cheered,
Behind we jeered.
A game if hypocrisy,
Felt like pleasing policy.

We used to laugh hard,
but now our voices are faint,
It is a game of cards,
No aces…no saint.

More-Than-Food

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Gazing upon the evening skies…
Can you see the beauty of the bright west?
Can you fathom the warmth of the colorful wonder?
Can you feel the cool breeze blowing?
I cherish this more than Jollof Rice.

 
My God! what a marvelous wonder,
A perfect gaze could rid one of all ponder,
Of all the hate and drama,
Of all spiteful lips,
Can this be my karma?
Even the trees dance
and the birds waver home.
Arms open wide; This is trance.
I just want to be lost in it.

©Kim Dashong.2016