A CHARACTOR DEFINED

I spared a charactor in me a chance,

observing his growth fleeces..,

his not an enemy,moody and oppresse now and then

his wounds,regarded strange the charactor prevailed his grim

measuring an unimaginable trim of hive,

i stretched and scratched,merviled

creeped as i crawled,and traveled,

made ameds with the charactor in private.

i turned to him for the wrong reasons,

i made a deal and he betrayed me

,now i'm on a mission to preval him yet,

he owes me an explanation,this charactor is an enemy.

Acrosstown i stood for him to face me

walls came crashing,

windows smashed coming from a distance,

the wind waved creeply intense fright and i was dripping in sweat,

my spin shivered and i was scrared,his entrance was ghostly,

his footsteps drow near and near to me,

Awaited the inticipation,the charactor posted as a thread quite closely,

wither and wide,

i reckoned he would be a full figured human,

my eyes bewilded,

i gained an unimaginable strength

,my mind troubled my heart,

screaming in insanity,

the beginnings,and a terrible ending...

this wasn't only my bitter feeling 

but a charactor i portrait on a blank page.

A Brief Kiss

To those dearest at heart Love is a fair trail that binds both heart and mind, 
Rather that i be,in secrets behind a mid - summers love Rather that i treasure momentirely upon wishing, 
To say love is the least of my worries Would be a sincer lie.
 But i am content within these wounds 
To say such love reeds that i am indefinite need, 
Even the heavens know of this. 
I applaud you for keeps And i feel the need to say "I can love" Never would i lie to you It saddance me to know that it only existed in my dreams,
 knowing that i am insulted by patience. 
But i kept my distance 
True "Time drives from field to fold 
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
" Well that was bold Inspite of range 
When another you lends a brief kiss as leverage,
 I reasoned (Concerning you) Certain and strangely comforting 
I knew . . . I realised, That summers binds are very much a winters evening,
 but this was just the beginning.

The Fear In Me Remains

My atmosphere rains in fear that i alone chase forgiveness and tears 

thee unknown mystery beneath the stars an unquestion of pain and terror  

 which lies infinitely in my heart   

this is at once entirely my treasury of hopless dependence

behind thee eyes that of my sorrows

 where the feeling is an essential part of my life manhandling me in a great way,  

 Assured of my neglected,consciousness and sophistication

 Happly founded by neither gold nor diamond

 but the fragrance of love and that of patience.   

Which lies infinitely in my heart  

perhaps i'm the face of deniel mererly thee ashes of my silence whisper my wings 

as i spread and search for the wind

 Careth for yet parted from my family and friends.  

 Sweetly and certainly i sing as i count my blessings 

but struggle to find peace and a promising rest,

 for i find emptiness fulfilling 

which stirred me into insanity harvesting my sympathy   

which lies infinitely in my heart 

  Leaving me wrestling with thoughts and pity that i alone chase forgiveness.

Wrapped by a nest of rage and hatred lifting my eyes as it transcends to greater my expectations,

 which i so long desired   

which lies infinitely in my heart  

 Towards me,a door written "Peace and prosperity Dear son ur welcomed"

 My voice rises and shouts i'm thorn between my age and the burden i carry is a resemblance 

the pierces of my cry  

 which lies infinitely in my heart 

  Leaving me,in wonderous desolation of my wounds, 

fear that i am afraid to be left behind 

...maybe emptiness and darkness i'm married to...  

 Once i knew a man who wedded fear and that he holds it dear until today,

 Which lies infinite in his heart.

***How well do I know Love***

.....U might find this quite strange,
scalpels of silver luminus light fell frm my eyes.
 The minute i found u standing rite next to me,
weilling in compassion of ur presence in silent,
u shuld know by now hw i feel,
i culdnt have been wrong abwt u either.
Fo a while there i realised hw dearly i missed u,
even when u live rite nxt door,
life has been an incomplete sentence,
 like nature with no rain,hervast seasons were pointless;
 I meant what i said,ur a greatest friend i've ever had.
The hasnt been many bt a few wuld do,
in u the quiet nites endured rander pastures,
made means with the entire racing sea...
as the stars milked the sky nd curfew'd the clouds of its wealth,
 thee ocean filled most of my emptiness with blazen reflection.
The howl winds whistled nd whisper'd me once more to sleep,
i struck'd a smile in my sleep though they concider it insanity,
 it glitter'd nd urs i saw in the mists,
 (........) my lady,ur river shall be my bed of rest,
these promises shall be of many that i gain.
A friend of mine is a belover'd gift,
dear stranger ur a bliss.
I'm exalted with love at heart,
to be crownd with such a friend who has no shame,
 we both know each others pain,
even when we are short at distanced days,
we always find ways to share the blame,
many that i cherish,
ur means remind me of the days of happiness nd ur friends have this to prove ur innocents,
 remember when they said;
"the boy is a player" bt u gave me a chance to be ur boyfriend
bt yet little did we know the minimum light wuld glow this much,
ur the means of love my beautiful dream,
 i love u more than the first of the things i do,
today i am to show u this shine its quite as true.
If this be it,then i will marry u anytime soon,
anytime of the day in between events of my dreams.
Make more memories,...memorable moments,
frm the olden days to this stolen evening;
ur presence are compelling to this dream,
even if the ink of my pen shrinks,
 i'll continue to appreciate u in my dreams....

A broken call OR beauty itself

Don't know if this might cum out right nor uttered correctly,

bt subconsciously i struggle to find beauty amongst the skys,

bt fine i'll go right ahead with it.

Serenity attires, nd half of this only existed in my dreams,

define my hearth nd share the little light, 

atleast thee affirmation of my conscience finds to fit in otherwise.

As i idled from one romantic scenario to another as if leaping on a breathless battle ground,

prestigious to find beauty to defy in simplicity,

my unworthy trust at heart applaudes in deniel.

Apart from this,a winter storm i see ahead,

had me in isolation, several tons of phrases orchestrated,

particularly the reception of my thoghts.

Catering for thee unknown,

the marvellous sound of the heartbeat,

singing louder than the music thats playing at the background,

Its utterence are a wonder;

beauty is outragers.

As so it looks like i'm in an impossible situation, 

how i found to due a possible solution would be a lie.

For i long to cute time with a knife,

which i desire a sense of pleasure in that.

Are u not to slay the bits of ur beauty for me,

as i witnessed in my dreams my beauty night sleep,

u responded to my longings, a hand to bandage my wounds.

If so u're not willing,then i was not dreaming,

cz the terrible ending wasn't as tragic.

Hear my voice nd see me weep,

i'll remain a portrait of an unimaginable dream.

Pouring out while standing infront of a mirror,

trying to frame what i see possible as i scream; 

"what form of art is this"; I would rather have beauty that i know of. . .

than what i already see.

So know of this; i am not a woman nd i will not cry.

An (Untitled Field) affair

Weeks at end thoughts needed to end,
stole a piece of the shade nd made a portrait to begin with.
Ofcause no promises were made
A companion of flowers paired in colours dressed my garden
and seasons never end My future planned,
Non so delicate could inrich my heart,
The wealth was priceless
Could've sworn the best is in me somehow.
Believe me it was an amazimg scienario to bare witness of. . ,
 . . .this is the best i can be,
non more nor less that much i could give. . .
 Hills firm nd heavenly,
rivers flow glooming in thousand colours they glow.
Streaming an innocent beauty of nature
amongst my dreams to say the least.
Ecstatic! Beyond my imagination i pounded in egony,
 i'll be out of my mind if i leave this field for another to steal.
 Who am i not to tell,
How i witnessed . . .
"speechless". . .
I should share That i painted an orphan,
 an infinite coverlid In colours,dust and a troubled vision,
those are most of my tears.
The little i do for happiness,
the rest is history as i'm glad to know i'm far from being hopeless. . . .
this is the best i can be non more nor less that much i could give. . .
Wave a smile and tell;
"Love 's not al that but what u have inside,
an enemy or a friend ur the best u can possibly be
Your perfect just stop being ignorent. . .
this is the best u can be *giggling*
shame on u for hiding cz nature ur such a dream. . .
 Thou u have so much to give.

Love and I are a Classic

Regardless of a summers thief thus intense a desire of grief,
 Love and I are a classic.
 We completely oblivious towards each other,
let along knowing our existence to one another
 I literaly implicate loves lust becuz of this obscure trust,
A distinct resemblence distressess my perception over patience
Well the is no sense of judgement in my distance,
but my absents But because of my courage and resistance,
I in particular,would characterise my opponent as a threat
Never to regret that i would forget,
To know of the implication preffer'd over patience
I'm barely loves existance.

So clear it's shinny,no tear drops called rain,nor is the sky trumbling with rust.You could swear the stars are helping the sun to colour the atmosphere.The clouds follow each other like soldiers at war,knights of day light. . picture the sound of the birds helping you to paint your image of perfection.

Well i failed to see through this day in grace,name me the son of faith.

Untittled Love

I had it with me,your smile and your last kiss.




I saw your face fade away,with that river next to you,your my passion.




I had it with me,that last day of your voice.Girl your my half soul.




I saw your face with a signal that says to me,please kiss me once more.




What have i done,just told you i love you,dear your my passion.
My girl.My best friend.My soulmate shes just to fine and perfect.

Broken or Spair

If love was for me and you,lets take caution and ignore the warning signs.
If love was a game of chess then,i'm your knight shining armer forget the king he depends on me.
If love was a game we need no third crowns,it takes two to tengo...lets take the first step.
If love was for me and you lets remain a single stone for ancient history.
If love was for me and you lets sing a song and blossom like nature.
If love was a game lets reach the safe house together and be crowned king and queen forever.
If love was a game then no rules will applay nor shall the be an end.
If love was for me and you we both begin to play and end it the same.
If love was for me and you lets remain eternal or apart forever...or quit.

She will never know...

I had just turned ten plus ten years old,
i had never seen much in private,
i had just began to watch television until late my parents had yet allowed me to sleep,
at anytime i wanted.
I had my future arted on a pieace of paper.
I was going places planning it daily and racing,
i took a break and when to my favourate place,
where old friends from a young age came and listened,
She came along it was certainly a surprise to my thoughts.
We gave time to know each other for that very moment,
she said its okay
then took me to her place where i broke into a stage i wasnt ready to go to.
That night it was amazing,
suddenly she chased me,
i continued to wait a little but she acted toll enough to show me.
I found myself standing in a mistical field i could never tell the difference,
then it struck me,
that was it...she will never know,
she broke my virginity.
Please come back to me,
i want to feel that touch,
that feeling you told me about,it will only feel like a dream the next morning.
she told me...
no your a player now how does it feel to be played too...it wasnt real so please your turn had pass.
I felt ashamed and pity she will never know she broke my virginity.lol! Lmao! Thats the story.

Soon i'll be backSoon i'll be back

in a few more days i'll be posting some good notes from short stories to my thoughts/poems and some of my fun speeches...so hold on.I'll be right back.

Lord !Oh God

Cheerful moments day by day jubilating
"worn by worry even when his words are written for guidence."
Only a single tree burns in flames concerning an evening.

God knows all and sees the breathed sorrows of my sins,
all in all he conquers and rewards us
"when i'm with love i care dearly"
shall we follow,praise him til we are delivered to the heavens,
jesus the son of man,!oh i wish i was him and i'll be victory....Amen

A stranger i called my love ran away with my heart

Why do you stare at me when my eyes are closed
its like your judging my smile.
Why do you fear when i let go of your hand,
as you pretend to be happy but sad,
showering me with enthusiastic words,
for you said your worthy to carry my name.
Fulfilled me with thoughts that convinced me,
we could be together for longer than i thought.
Your an exquisite flower,
with you i felt trapped in a room of florists,
consumed with scars from stabbing me right through the heart were it hurts most.
I always feard that it would be stolen
but this was far beyond i imagined.
You were so considerate and never anticipated so i named you precious,
but you left me wounded simply because i loved you,
more than i could measure the distance.

Longing happiness

Happier times are rare this days,
estrangered by acts of craziness some celebrations,
appreciating each moment becomes glorious.
Compared to a woman who just wants to know you,
its like a charm but more charismatic,
not pleasently regretful,but your consciousness acts.
So poor yet gladly well it has nothing to do with suffering nor disappointment but beauty.
Happier times are not sinful,
its a part of us we can not hide,
bitter we are indescribable longing,
your heart will rage with great pressure and shes waiting for you to frame the picture,
let it slide,peering through those eyes while pouring your heart.
Its the one you love that makes it a happier time even when we cry.

A simple thought

A nation isnt made up of colours and languages,but two people a man and a woman the rest are just reflections of their doings.

Dear friend

How old is it,the tittle is in descrite.
Often we be missing you
behaving in an unlikely manner,
how far can it be,shouting and screaming.
Death! Death!! When?...
Though we havin't reached,atleast this time we laughed and giggled.
Those sounds and colours
so pointless to ask for forgiveness,
fearless of whats to come next
atleast we said..."Rest In Peace"
With our voices will tell our differences.
Remember my tears would be invisible,
darkness pilled up along the pathway glowing mysterically,
How old is it,the tittle is indescite
and i'll be missing you
for these moments i spend alone,
depressful days uttering words of my conscience...
Your gone and i'm left alone,
I would be silent,thinking what a delicate memory.
I would be crying,
my tears triumphantly emerge
i would be missing you,
dear friend your not forgotten,
so beware,keep a watchful eye,
for i will hold you dearest when we meet again
somewhere else from here.

That feeling

....This feeling just keeps growing multiplying itself,my heart just weakenss."which feeling"...babes that feeling we had when we saw each other for the first time,remember you said you cried each night and day because i never came to say hey and i seemed to play hard to get...remember,when i said i was sad each and everyday because i craved to see you past by my house and i kept checking to see if your there,waiting for that very moment...sweetie that feeling we both felt when we kissed for the very first time...hey you promised but please let me go away and remember that feeling because it stays the same....

Enough Said...thank you

The clock is ticking times runing out,
counting down slowly saying welcome to my story.
When is thy who said it was mine just so nice,
vigorously it tense my emotions,
feeling said yet its not a journey to an end.
Thou thee has a historical lie,shall thy see the truth to my personal lesh,

What?...dounting each second,
a year it stands when it renders flaring from a long distance.
Whom shall thee be named thou thy hav to speak in phrases it remaind...
bell sounds even when sundays have been left,
the chorus to an end.

The clock keeps tingiling my ears,
when will it end,
what suggestion do you have?
it eased for a while meanwhile i said,
enough!...
i felt that touch it never last
thou it continued time and time and again screaming like a worrior,
battling to an End,
enough said it was a light i could not contain
thou it spread through within it never stopped...
his heart stiffined like a solid rock.

Patient,listen thy who believed relieved,
thee sweaped our minds and heart pounded like he who laid there.
Walking away for he came to rest,
wondering if heaven really existed good by...silent

Complex Diary: "Disappointment Of A Poet"

Complex Diary: "Disappointment Of A Poet"

I reflect on this poem it inspires me and defines each moment i have before i write...thanks to teboy impressive.