At these trying times..!
I can’t add the apprioprate rhymes..!
Even when my fear seem to elope..!
Im berieved,im deceased of hope..!
2)my confidence is long dead..!
Its a pity that a funeral is going on in my head..!
In the darkness that i grope..!
Im low in esteem,my smiling,a deceased hope..!
3)even when im brave,i can sense a wave.!
My eye seem enslaved..!
Sending chills, down my spine..!
Im berieved of hope,even when it seem fine..!
4)there’s a thorn in my throat..!
And all my enemies would just smile and gloat
Continueing to rock the oars of poetry, is the inability of the talented ones not being able to make it to the big stage due to either fund, polishing of their skill and poverty..
The gloss that is added to writting poetry which is the support is lacking,
so writting poetry can now be seen as diminishing, when improvising,has taken away the original cream on top of poetry..!
Despite my spite,despite,m y
Despite my overtures that are
Even when my spines is
And i seem to lack diplomacy.!
God knows,i’ve gone through
God knows i’ve kissed and
God knows i’ve died even
when i could lie..!
God know i’ve always held my
head up high..!
Despite my heart longing for
Despite my mind belonging to
Even when i burn in jealousy..!
I’l turn,turn and mourn a
I can handle any pressure..!
Cause i love you without
I could build the earth in three
If you allow me love you in
The future is sick in seizure..!
If i complacent,woul d you
spare me a leisure….?!
If i fail,would you swim any
Would you hitch hike any
I’ve twisted the turns and tides of fate..!
Im a predator..!
I’ve eaten the creams at heaven’s gate..!
Im at the top of the food chain,im a terminator..!
2)im measured the length of my strength…!
Im an annahilator,i deal with numerator..!
Your bane don’t measure up to my one tenth..!
Im a bulldozer, i raise denominators..!
3)i’m made of steel..!
I’ve a dynamo,i’ve been designed to thrill..!
Im a cradle of champion,any obstacle,i’ll kill..!
Im a cradle of champion,i know how it feels…!