The stream (all workshops)
the rebellion of mankind
a sting to civilization
what a tyrannical world
©® Onyinyechi Cosmos Etu
My thoughts control
my feelings
My feelings control
my mind.
If I don't seem
crazy to you
I will truly be
surprised.
My heart is in my
caring place and I might
seem shy.
But make one
wrong move and you
will see my demons deep inside.
My thoughts control my feelings
wait does your's do the
same?
If they do I promise you
we all might be insane.
My eyes can see,
My wills are free,
There were never any chains,
On my hands nor feet,
I traveled many miles,
Both on land and sea,
But how free is a man,
Whose soul has long been sealed.
My present is a dream,
My future is a wish,
My past is the prison,
Where I truly lived.
Blue Ocean Waves
where thou go with your high-speed waves
Wash one away in a big old hurry display
In a fierce tornado stormy image way
Seeking no mercy at all
There is no game to play
Transient little puffs of life
Reach deeply from one soul
To another
Transferring to man small packets
Of beauty created by God
So we are able to experience a
Few moments of happiness today
And remind us of what may not
Be tomorrow
I was not informed of your existence;
The heavens did reject my feeble claim
On your person. It was not to be
And yet hope lured me in, for instance
Your smile, which rarely could I obtain
Or the waves cascading past your eyebrows
-Always inanimate in my direction-
The lips, the gaze, the golden skin
Provoke forth from me a thousand silent vows
To forever be enticed by your complexion.
To touch space
and shiver against
those fabric-brushed
black fields of
dismembered poppies.
To see eyes sparkle
an epitaph of love,
in shallow-paddled
darkness,
hoping serenity
stays afloat,
just one
more
minute.
Breathless
they touch…
barely,
intensity
blowing sense
into void,
as ends one
minute’s calling
ripped away
forcefully taken
from the warmth of
loving arms, forsaken
cold rushing in like wind
whistling over a frozen lake.
many howling miles
no woodland to break...
the cold like razor fingers
wind chill twenty-two minus zero.
in my head, I hear her calling
crying, reaching arms out for a hero.
tortured mind picturing
his abuses raked over her person
probing hands tainting her being,
can't keep my thoughts away, they worsen.
Hope falling down like pristine snow
Blankets with purity all that we know
Picturesque landscapes, glistening frost
Billowing drifts where snowflakes were tossed
White panoramas, vistas of down
Legions of glitter that litter the ground
Shining so bright, for there’s not long to live
They’ll offer everything they’ve got to give
Sun bathed, diffuse now, to air and to earth
Dying so others may taste a new birth
I'm drawing my battle line
Time to turn this on a dime
This isn't a hobby for bliss
I know I was born for this
My heart beats faster every minute
I aim for the mark and I'll hit it
I have to stop the world's clock
I will not quit until I'm at the top
I write these words for somebody like me
Someone lonely just trying to keep it low key
It's time to go, there's not a second to reminisce
'Cause we were born for this, we were born for this
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