Tuesday, April 30, 2019

The greater thing discovered

Spiritualism

SPIRITUALISM:HELL AND PURGATORY.
Who ll make me feel one reason?
When I looked into all this,the norms.
In all this religion who owns the freedom.
Who ll make me at least feel one thought?
This all is tormenting me like venom,
There is purgatory, there is hell
Then what is the real capture?

When I browse into some written
Which taught reincarnation and changing the next living,
Then how could hell be possible?
Or purgations take action ?
With all this norms and chapters
Who is serving the father
And the son who told about the father
Mention no hell or purgatory,
Nor did he thanked about reearth
To change behavior.
So who is the real fool in among the religion?

Who can on earth make me
To neutralize my thought,
Every day by day many go on with the worship,
In the name of the great son new souls are brought,
Yet who is the real ship?.

There is one God whom I knew
History gone fasten his name
His power and creativity all know
Who has a son,whom has a aim,
The mean bringing all back to the king
With no wound, injury or harm.

that is all I know
Yes In this worshipping
Which one is serving the father
And which one tell all truth
About him and the way
Many needs helper, who is the real?
What is the norm?.

If hell,purgatory and re-earth
Is the distinct believe of many
Then I ll ve my own religion
Which may bring me to the realm,
When it ll really function
After leaving this farm.

Love,the law the son had given as divine
In the heart we ll be refine
Because if purge and hell
Is thinking that ll be mine
Except lord helping,still the bell ll ring
I won't get a thing.

I ll be the preacher of my own belief
I know the father himself is the love
So if I imitate him I'll be relieve
And my journey to the end won't rough.
About the hell and purge
Let wait a day still all ll be revelate
But still the day,let continue the love.

BELIEVING GRAPE.
A ripe grape still made the touge strange
But that believing isn't a strange,
Religion is something but not everything
We can be a believer but yet note a thing
Angels has power more than our
They can sing with no mouth in many hour,
But still they use their mouth to sing
And their tongue to ring.

Physical and spiritual made a bar
Also there is something that made us
Your knowledge and all what you're.

Religion  ve a stay,all,then an answer,
God do e everything, he can but he needs our power
And all which make us human,
Religion is good but believers yet,
That makes a wound and the wound we felt,
Religions gives many a wing
But half wing,and bad song they sing,
Religion need our power which we must ring.

Friday, April 26, 2019

SHAKESPEARE

Shakespeare.
It thee,the literary boss
You beautilize the word to you, like oz
That imaginative city,and I wonder the boss,
Why I couldn't set my eyes on you,at least once in my boysters,boss.

I hope may to the world to come
And give that fresh written, some
I know can't forget your Rome,
You may again to come to this home.

No one can hope to compete with thee,pillar,
But how then use all this sort,all manner
Of your philosophy comes all day,like a mana
To this time, I wonder what you know.

Death bring a blockage,and then you to the prison
Of unseen,who can say it at fault,this season
Between death, you and me,that lad didn't know me
That first lad whom cause this,I left a sea
For you,I know one day, we shall see.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

EVOLUTION AND CREATION.

ALL AND MINE.
This design cannot be of no doer
When I watch away and feel the sea
When I try in there for something to see
The mountains blocked me but there is a doer
The hill climb upon me
This is all and that is mine.

There is a builder for every house
And there is a maker of every blouse
I look,what I can choose.
But I know for certain
All this cannot Be of it own
We all have a builder of our home.

All nature ve a builder
Before the design crown
Thanks for the mader
Who make the hill,the field, the sea a renown.

CREATURE CREATIONS.
Even with all inventions
There is something that is still marvel
The creation of man with all their functions.
And their instinct also to do what ll marvel.
The goods in their standard and structure.
And brain who knows pains and torture
Their knowledge to know all creature
And their sweet in woods to make furniture
They knows cutting and measure
Their brain unfillable with all types of culture.
They know difference between all culture
Whom other envy for their stature
The ability to read and write is sure
All their body in general  function
They ve the ability to repair wound and fracture
They made nice and dangerous with caution
Some even knows how to look future
They write and makes picture
In all their brain they knew what they feature
They made building to teach and to nurture
They are perfect in the creation
They are the most good in all creature
All this can't be of evolution
Their must be a designer who make it function.

OLD MEMORY MISTAKE.
Thinking of old memory
Which is think by no one
Or few,the first deceivery.
The memory of number one.
Wonder how if deceit were no made
That first miskake of that first lass
Who ll ever go round with cloth
Or put cover In the bare leg
But I think the fruit lead to this
Though we suffer,but put on a thing.

The lad mistake on put the now memory
Which is think by no one
Or maybe few, that is the world delivery
It brings technology and the best to on
Though bring ghastly dead
And some enjoy it and happy to their chance
The mistake clad us with cloth
The Lord thinks nice he may have some egg,
New egg,that ll give us new bliss
And the thing of a new thing.

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Life based poems

Life based poems.
ON THE UNICORN.
I believe life is on the unicorn
But only for those that cab ride it,
There are obstructions,there are torn
But good skills it take for dodging it
And life and life is all it may be
To ride on the hills and hay
Then fight a giant maybe,
To overcome all sort and name it may
But who can atleast reach the Beach,
Nor crossing it.
But I know determination is the sword
And self believing is the reins.
I believe a unicorn can't say a word
Talk less of asking who you all is
I  know all soul is deal with some sort,
Yes all ve a model to follow
But who in this hour is his sort?
Our race to the island is allow
And we can all destroy the giant
Not using arrow or bow
Not the darkness we should be the light.

THE BOUNDS.
A bound to this world is meet for the bounders,
There are battle there are peace
Those mean ve been a good before
Circumstance give there mean birth
A limper to the free is all our
Then think about the future.

Our life is running away to its end
Our meditation on this world unend
Still the rigid power unbend
And to the free we bound with all power
Who is the real tryee that ll win the hour
Get my saying, this should be our.

All beginning back to the sand
It fasten with a sound
The wail,the cry which are all bad.
Let the real bounders take over the gear
And let the bad shephard not to continue to rear
Perhaps life may be a good to us the seer.

LIKE WORMS
We are like Worms
And some as the eater.
The eater provide for them
And struggle not to make them angry
In spite of the goodness they disturb him
That is what we know about them.

In the stomach of the provider
We rubble and cry for food

He notice that and then start a search for food,
He see harmful things but wouldn't eat
But still we rubble still he feed up
And decided to give us little
Instead of the abundance he is looking for,
Then we continue to complain still he is angry
And decided to flush us out with the dose
We climb up to his neck which affect him.

All human do this no one left.
But GOD a good he is a nice one
My prayer he should not angry with us.

ALL ABOUT ME.
All about me is like a real to is speech
Because happenings is some written
As well as my hand can reach
Then friend's is putting.

Spends comes as the order of the day
Which made the owner be in charge
Freely he walks in the hay
And demands prestige from all age.

This incident happened in the of the written
In a home dwell by my friend
Where his granny and brother are living ,
Maybe with no end.

A fight raise which the blame  I don't know,
But the friend cannot be the blame,
He fight with a rich sister servant I know
Then, the rich sister takes up and get a claim.

Disputes all the curses and abuses she gave him.
The family still that friend
Just because she was their only aim
My friend cry,then promise to shine.

In my very looking by the brother he was lick
And was the put up he raise an Axe,
In his anger ready to Axe my friend kick
People shout he then return the Axe.

He that brother open word to me and middle her rich hubby.
Then I understand, for that brother I understand.
Then I moved with pity
As he put up his word to me where I stand.

There my friend vow to catch is aim
And with cries he remember them about tomorrow.
Then I moved and and start a dream
Or to escape him in every narrow.

So life is all abuse for the unrich
In everyday I get some things to preach.

PROBLEM WIFE.
life is like a wife to me
Whom unto her I commit all my power
My glorious harmony is with her
Then she made a ladder and sent her way off
With all my prestige she is off
And with all wares she is no more.

With pain I look up to her
For I know I shall ve a battle of hell
To bring her back again
And impossible for me to break the ladder,
Lest she fall what would I gain?
And all my wares will be of then.

Then I must climb to her.
No rush but gently with determination
I can't go through life without no control of  her.
I must search through with meditation
All life to men,it how it Be,
And times on the way there is number of bee.

HOPE IN LAY.
I answer for hope in line
For I want in the next,sing a song and shine.
With my gratitude to the inventor fine
And among the  best I should be a wine
Who to crown is maybe me or I.

Oh look there are many fire
Worrying to ambush my desire,
Let these,those fire lay upon there own wire,
Hurt theirselve and attack who they hire.

I lay with hope just to be a god
And be happy when am old.
Let this plotters bow to my like in cold,
And  then in passion collect them their hold.

My pillar,many are your word,
And many is your power that come to the word,
I want a game in your name and forget the sword.
Hope in lay,just for a hope,don't let me fall,
If it long in dead I ll fall.

SENDER
Clash in for certain, not to be a losser.
For our time on goes with other
My maternal a day to me told
Our money is for different sold.

Awake to a great door of sense
For I ll ve to think about that hence
T'wixt our cowrie is a different spend
For all we know will a day end.

Cowrie for eating,for cloth and building.
Is all the spend which the head in to us gave,
In spite of this
We give one to two and two to three in ending.

Our spend to eat we reach it for clothing
And for the clad we gave it for building
My maternal give this all through me,
To the dedication I think I need more from thee.

A BLIND LASS SPEAK.
At birth,I know no colour
Not of the blood or or the nurse.
I think the world is dark with no colour
Then my life move on, with it rush it moves on.
I sit or sleep on something, I suck something.

Then at ten,I reason with all this darkness,
When I was lead to pee,to ease and to bath
Then I realize there was an helper
For everybody in this dark earth
Who aid in all dance.

But when I was good to meet with friends
(For I heard them speaking in our compound).
They are no good how can they neglect this dark.
I tried to go to them but I trippled with no end.
They laugh me then I know I am unique.

How on earth could this happen,life is a worst.
There is no hope me,for I know to the dead.
I shall no feel a taste to the light.

A TEEN TO HIS SONG.
Life ve leave a fresh whip mark on me
Sweetness ve skip in this teen journey.
I skip my sweetness and what is the cause if it all.
Please lord answer me in this hall.
Clear the way for my out come souls.
And let me free from now.

Life ve claim many hardness on me
With the whip many a times I cried
All for the motion jump me
My adventure is for no song,yes,I read.

Sweetness skipped from my teen start
Lord give me a new great alert.
I ve much to write about, am I a being?
Lord skip the sorrow over me.

The land is dry for me
Wet it Master with happiness
I still ve many tales to tell
Lift me up from this thorn.

My action what can it leads to ?
You know the game and you known it start.
Free me from all this guilt
Help my family, help me too.

Bring me up the latest
And don't let me feel less,
You know all I ve been passing through.
That backwardness clean it.
You see the scar of the wound on me.

You see me in this prison
Don't hesitate to help me
In this suffering I know nothing about.
The one I heard you know
That one by my grandmum.

For how long ll you be looking at me?
Restore my happiness through your help
It is you I pray to
Lord cease away my backwardness.

EVERY MAN'S SONG.
Every man has a song to say,
Two to three we put them in a lay,
Then I peep,what it can be in this way.
The terrace of think age in the day
Of all our energical pray.
Which day ll be our happiness play.

The wealth to come is just for a song
Unheard,it inwardly and sometime not,but how long,
Which day can we keep all this song?

I know that all the wares of a man
Is a grasp in their hands which they are not learn,
All our joy,happiness lay on our barn,
And that we haven't strength in what we can learn.
Only the maker gives blessings to his fan.

Day by day our candle is deducing
No added time, our creator gives us a reasoning,
To help the country, with our work which is the food.
All work except theft are good.

ALL GRASPS.
To start a thing is an ugly duckling
To end is a real joy.
Leaning is fast,learner is slow.
Ungive up the bowl and go
I once saw an ugly duckling
I once saw it beauty joy.
The bowl to beauty is in the rain
Filling little and gently,
All grasp of something mildly slow,
When the harmony, passion,continue it grow.
Once start ugly, then rather blow,. I
I put the cherry as a wit
It grow sourly and then fit.
Gradually gradually the duckling becomes a swan.
All grasp of it,widest than farm
Little by bit grow stronger than charm.

HAWK SHOW.
I lived there among trees
Flying to the tree other,with my sleeves,
I come out of an egg,
Gradually grow and tap with my leg,
I shook up my wing and jump to fly,
And in far I take the world so high,
Awaiting prey and calling to play,
I on me never gave up a lay,
I burnt my prey joyly like a flame
In other flies like me am the best,
Up to one branches to the older I rest,
But there is something which brothered my ruling,
That one eagle is a disturbing,
I a predator today, a prey tomorrow,
In certain that I ve no lives in borrow
I flee at his sight and hide in a branch,
He go over me and as quick as flash,
I understand there is no best in life,
Be a knife,you ll be scared of one knife.

LIFE STAND WINDMILL
turning the windmill stand by stare,
God,better and best, just
For this bar,the bar that comes through bar,
Bad and worst that all the meaning are,
Worse to bad, good better then best,.
That all the beginning, end of lot.

The windmill turn gently,
Changing the life style everyday,
Turning,turn to best get a note,
The best for some worsen for some,
Then they turn changing the both.

Happy with a chance, laugh for nobody.
Because a  time ll come for both
The mill to turn,turn for both body,
There are birth there are death,
Birth comes first in all thing death follow
As your behavior ll be your judge
In the next journey, so as is your judge
Is your behavior when  it turns.

SORROWFUL SONG.
What is a bar for this song
Pains in this fruitless journey,
What is again that ll ever make me Strong
Which activity ll be that honey.
They I hope to forget about the lord
But maybe theft ll be the way
Then I need a multi for the fraud
That one of the best to be first in this clay.

I get a wisdom but for how long?
I want this end but when ll it be
Where on earth can I say I belong?
And in wealth,what can I see?.
If it time for the mader to be accuse
As I peep to the long in this naughty world.
Then in cold blood I ll do the abuse
For he made me suffer with all his words.

I walk a yard or more In the week
I try to be that happiness in a beam
Yet the mader sees me weak.

WHOLE OF WHOLE
I know a love come but out of careless,
To foster and the ward,the love make me less,
Is this I think all after their do,
By all of their mastering I think a slave
I wonder what this are, so I peep who me to save.
Whole of whole of all it make their beating.

It came as an imagination out of reality
And the foster give no royalty
Of unknown edition they beat a bad function
On,of their slave whom they called ward.
And comes to be a rapid growth in the world,
What damnation what a cheat.

I know a day to come when this ll cease
Because my friend is suffering from this.
He was chase not to ve friend
And that come to hurt all including me
The world is bitter,salter than sea,
Man wield a sword and uneasy to bear.

ABILITY.
Here is the man standing,
Who talk like poor Paul,
Then sing like bird,
I think that is one of his instinct
He write like an Angel
And stuff all mouth with happiness
The man Almighty, I think.

Who say answer that ve no questions.
And questions that answers never knew
Great and fit, great and fair (the man).
Thy action was loved by every body
But some excluded.

He speak with fully sagacity
And talk to every one in the city.
He talk about imaginery and loyalty
And everyone loves is lyrics
He serve and host
Every love his worst.
But one thing excluded and hot
He laugh like a ghost.

Friday, April 5, 2019

Pleasure poems

Pressure poems.
OUR SONG.
our song in politics
Is the melody of our manipulation
Which is sank by the wail of non-politics
And murmuring of masses in great population.

The better for us the worst for our sheep
That ship we suppose to take care of
Our song gives pain for the sheep
The sheep cried"let it be off"

When we feed with a good match
Our sheep's face a giant battle
In it many people crash
Many head fall in pits and rattle

Our song comes not with our manifestoes
Because no act is done in carrying it.
We love not our sheep
These song is bitter in it beat
Our song arrived with coarse throat
They can't explain how it s sing
They wander through the arid while we watch.

PIRATES
Who is there doing what is not good?
Who is there performing what is rude?
Stealing the sea and matching with there heels
They never accept any word
And never reject their action .

Who is the so call pirate hanging on the sea
Ready to steal
I never know what to call them
With there manners
Stealing our resources.

They cause, curse there own name
There motion arrest motions.
They are naughty with nothing
They stoops behind corners
Ready to perform their theft.
Very keen to do it
The leaders all know what to call them.

OUR COUNTRY GIG
ours is the gig,
But sitted with  half buttock
We are numerous in the gig
And our horse is walking on rocks
Hard place where there no water ring
Everyone very thirsty pray
And also with appetite big
The source of sluggish that slow the relay.
The rider stop not for a moment to cook
Or for short on the hard rock to lay,
We knows we are in great trouble
Trouble which race the double bubbles
We ve no wing for flight
And so we are in trouble, drown.
We ve no happiness to chant
Because our eyes closed in the  dark dawn.
People preach of the stream
So up we move
But where is the stream
Where our thirst ll be mowered
And appetite be chase with broom
Where our White skin be cover with cream.

THE HORSE.
We whip here,we whip there,
But  still our horse is unmoved.
We try to keep the pace of other
But our gallop is slow.

Here we are now In the streams if rocks
And when we peddle it hard for our ferry,.
Our horse unmoved our ship ungo
And we passengers must wait.

We stern to move
But unconcern to our riders
We gave stament to help move
But our riders are unconcern.

Even the giants disturbed our way
And we the dwarf was cry
We move our  head partly for pity
And partly for our own sorrow.

Our out fit for the dinner is stain
And our right to eat is deny for no good,
We spend our time principally on wailing
We prowl for Good earnings.

Yes before we move in Good
Our obstructions must be kill
And our riders replace
We are numerous in the gig,
And we can put the rider away
And send the sailor down the water.

OUR PINCERS.
Ours is the field, we own the garden,
But we taste no good fruit,
We prowl for our own thing.
The garden full of our own blood-security
Which made us mute,
We sat our self  under the Palm tree,
And up some people on the top
They eat their own and forget us.

The climbers forget their manifesto,
They turn down there dreams,
They neglected us too,
Instead of fruits they spat down phlegm,
They give bounds of sorrow,
And our cries in bundles
We never know who ll stop this sorrow. Or cut this people down in middle.

They laught at our cries,
And throw down their spit,
Because of appetite below many dies,
And like a cat looking for rat we sat
Under,who can save you or me?
Little and little we feed with their waste,
As their laughter echo in three,
For this ,our survival is by fate.


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Monday, April 1, 2019

THE POEMS OF LOVE.
ONCE I LOVE
Once in this my teen,
There comes to be a passion
With a lass of another teen
Two to three to the mention,
Our love started with a begin
But of no first approach,
This may be a good origin
Because in that our start,is the love we coach.
This night of long chatting at night,
The time I feel her to be always my seen,
And my hand one to the pillow, the phone to my right.
But now where has he been,
Our love happened not to be a long one.
Just four months, that isn't a long run.
My male friends are the end one,
Where is the love perphap,gone
But fate may claim me a liar
If it happen to be my one,
She is the fifteen, I the seventeen.
Possibly we may be the lover.
Yes,this is about my love teen.

HEART TO HEART.
when I wake up early I a morn
With my heart on,in a happiness born,
Then my heart call like an horn
Heart to heart formed a complete one.

I'll exhibit the character which is the rule
For the hate blacklist me then I blacklist you
For there is a divine
Which call for love with all cool.

Ours is like a shadow
Which falls everywhere like a meadow
But the sun has given us a window
To skip hate the escape the shadow.

One way to good live
Is to make love my wife
Then,everysoul must be to me like a wife
Then ll escape out the suffering of unending next life.

If our call to glory in the next life is fate
Then it ll go on with us the hate
And the upcoming next life ll be no sweeter than cake
And the bit love we ve ll be rake.

Grant love is the great way to enjoy.
Peasant and noble ll be feel with joy
Good brain brings good toys
For the babies they beam with joy.

Don't let the passion be a guest
Let grasp it with all our chest
So that at end we rest
Then we'll know that,the love is the best.

Heart to heart is not all to guess
Our love brings the tight,no else
Our fate diI PRAY.
Perhaps I kill,the dead begin to be my chaser
what did I gain?you offended me I pay you
What is the gain?

Have thing you ll go along with
Then the earth ll shift
All kill is all In it beat
But the master is shift for to sit
The love, then the rest.

With naught in this world we comb
Mercy from God mercy for people
Through also from the womb
When ll stay one, then we are apple.

Your life is my life
When I claims it am a dead also
Because our is like a knife
It hilt spoil,it blade is no more also
Me and you are one life.

TO A DOOR.
The door to good life
Is opened by three keys
Hope,faith and love which means a name
And a prayer for them
But of all love is my claim
And to the contradict farewell I shall wave.
To the tunes,wonder what love shall brings.
Then roll up to the goal like ball
In it happy shadow different tune shall rings.
Every new coak shall bleach
And every future ll stop
But the love ll always be where hand can reach.
Because love always is happiness gear.
That door is a fire and brimstone
Because I heard a home that love rules.
If with love we can shift a mountain
And change the tune of a thunder
We can fall and dry the sea
Change the moving of a fountain
This unity we brings up atop
Then at the new home we shall laugh louder.

A NEW RELIGION
A sequel is forever with my word,
Because this religion ll be a best for me
No need of that so called sword
Because love is a best for me.

If others believes is unsatisfying
A religion ll raise
And it above flying.
In my nature,jugde it in that case.

If others can't help a country
Mine ll,and good to the people.
Because to love is more than a bounty,
Which gives helping hand to cripple.

My peter is to fish for love.
And fish still my boat stop
And to continue still the pause day of curve,
There I know I shall be among who top.

THE ONE I LOVE
our love in everyday life
Is a feeling no one can knife,
A love forever is a fountain,
And those who are lost in it are in detain


The one I Iove followed with a cabin,
A family ve a great deal In a year
When love is the ignition and gear.
At a tiny mistake we should aplead,
And growing up with, we'll lead.
It a song for whom is a head,
The love makes a broom and wouldn't bend.
I blacklist the hate I grasp the love.
I strengthen my and destroy the curve,
Love ve a book
The joy,happiness it can book.
I ve a friend, I've a enemy
This ll not end and that ll be my enemy.

GRYPHON'S GEAR
A Griffin gave a story which I ll told,
He knows of a love,which has no definition
He spread a story song all with a mentioned,
Which my brain holds.
That a peace to say,you know of a nation
Which love rules and it a sustaination
This love brings justice for the owner.
A gryphon brings us a wine which we must drink.
One cup for centum friend is a solve,
When we give up the ghost is the land we sink.
Many a feelings ll dissolve
But a love is a mountain which never sink,
When mastering the gryphon love,
I the putter think perhaps I can be in that link.

JEDIDIAH
Many love and one love is me.
Though sometimes I behold
Am in a lake of love and sea
But I fail,I feel no bold
To count the love from the start of moon I see,
But I haven't catch stress gold.

Though "am a loved by GOD."
But something draw me to believe in it.
Just to be a Jedidiah is not a sword
Is this I believed,give me a new beat,
If you ve a great love for me oh Lord
Allow me to be a wine and a sweet
I know am a Jedidiah as I've been told.

I want a happiness if truly is this love,
I know of a light and I ve pas through dark
Lift me from the darkness as this is a solve,
Go in me with love and give me no lack,
I've been told of your glory
And I ll pour out this story.

NOTE A SONG
Tips from many says
Is a grip to this,it knows for many days,
Every religion is a good except a kill
And one whom has the spell of ill
And one who know not the great hill.

Our GOD is a GOD of many a people
All of a religion is not the best


Except one that exclude kill and the rest.
That,who didn't deny freedom for the rest
Who give cripple a helping hand
And whom his religion a stand.

That good religion don't fight with sword,
Except to dry out bad world,
All the religion will be throw into the sea.
And the false one ll be no a see,
But a love ll rule the Lea.

THIS GORGEOUS GIRL.
I know one gorgeous and lovely girl,
Who share no sense and ve no friend
I always walk by to know who she is,
When sitting alone with all seriousness,
She has no companion.

I believed everyone loves is mind
She never in in hearing uttered a lie
She knows the definition of all word,
She is alike an angel
I ll be happy to know more about this lass
Yes with all seriousness.

I never pretend to love her,
I never think to ignore her,
She is the saying of all people,
Her name never leave their lips,
And her sound never leave their throat
I did know I catch her affection.

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