Imagination is far beyond hallucination in our nation mention but a few corruption and no correction. Meditation is a medication and manipulation of creative thinking but we are not ringing and pinging to the call and chat of nature. There are punctures with no posture in our intentions that is in detention and no retention of information. We have ability with no suitability and less eligibility. Creativity without clarity and continuity. Youth got no edge though we have head and legs but have no pledge. The future is crying as the hope has faded away before its arrival. The country is too feeble, our leaders has fumbled and tumbled because they stumbled and they are crumpled. Our country need help, we need rep
The Cursed Love
your love suddenly became a curse I wrap in my poetry for the fame you chase was still running behind you you pained my conscience for a coin worth nothing then I beg for your kindness stupidly kneeling for your madness all in vain. when I stood and left, you were shinning lik e a crystal in the sun then I wrote my poem in the ashes of my heart. I poured our my fears In tears. You still pester me Your absence never makes me rest I warned you over and over To let my peace reign. You're now famous and rich But my love was your source And now that the day is dawn And your love flicked in grace I've helped myself get it erased.
