Vaugh inspired this....

I carry the kind of love in my heart that you'll never find...
People be scared of their demons, but I make friends with mine
I might have bent the truth, but I never lied...
Something to feel alive when am dead inside...

All my personal issues am learning to set aside...
I tell God thank you for this testimonies but you'll never see me testify
Was in pain for months but it was Jesus always by my side...
See I've been told since I was a little boy
Since I was sketching my dreams in a 60 leaves note
Since I made it out of the place where dreams get cold

I was a teen when I made the decision
That I would go higher than my folks own vision
That's when I learnt the same ones that love you...will try to use you
Everybody trynna win so nobody cries when they lose you...
(To be continued...BackLight)

Love And Lies

I always look for your attention
After I got admission
Cause I can't die in admiration
Of your beauty that compel feets to be in attention
And sink in the sea of imagination
Of the day you'll notice my emotion
And affection.

But my feet refuse to give me the abbrobation
To Walk to your habitation
Or your favorite sit you are station 
And even my lips always ignore my instruction
To mouth out the revelation
Of my feelings and affection
Whenever I'm in your confrontation.

I hate myself for being a stalker
And stealing glance at you from the back of the locker
Whenever you and your friends are together
Thinking of where to go together
I'm always mocked by my brothers
And laughed by my sisters
For always being an introvert
Whenever they make us to be together.

I'm always jealous seeing you with my competitors
Angry whenever you laugh with your suitors
And heart broken when you pick one as your heart conductor
But don't forget, I'm still your suitor
And will be your heart doctor
Whenever he becomes your heart tormentor.

I'm sorry for being shy not to even write you a letter
And not knowing how to form words from letters
Even when I wish to express myself with letters
My head will always be blank like an empty love jotter
Making me to suck my pen like a sucker
Until it get bitter.

©️ Girah Karispen
The inspired ink✍️
®️ 8/7/2022

To My Crush

This one is for you @sageb sageb

Dear ex
I know it been a while
But guess we've both kicked on
From the thoughts and dreams of forever and ever
To the reality of life goes on

But it's clear we left our imprints on the sand of time
And our beautiful memories has refused to fade
As it continues to shine like a candle lighted in the dungeon of dark
And echoes more loudly than beatings of drums from the fiercest of men

Do you remember those night out at the alcove that borders the river from the west
Where we use to echo beautiful nothing that sounds like melodious lullaby to the ear
Do you remember those night we mapped out our lives in our head
And we pictured ourselves in the event of years upon years

Do you remember everything
When we made love that got Romeo and Juliet so jealous in their tomb
Or the day Eros clapped for us
Because he saw us a true disciple of the love he taught 

How I wish I could go on and on
But dryness is starting to threaten the ink of my pen
Hopefully the wind of the past will air your aura to my door again
Till then,be on the safe side of life the girl that taught me that "to love is to pains."

Ode To My Ex

When the days are gone
What is left lies beyond
Whole world of eternal void
Endless travel of noiseless world

When things are gone
What will the day say
Empty space and breathful breeze
And empty faces
On the days the sunrays is
Laid waste

Wide beckons the wild forest of forever abode
Dreams unending in a plane of thoughtful migrance
The truth in the archives unveils
The days of written life
History is laid bare
When my first breath brightened the heavens
On that road, I hear echoes of liquid droppings
Dripping tears and fears of lost years

As the final destination bades
Moving with throngs of shadows under the tunnel
Seeing comrades and brother life and death reconcile
Shadows and howling are the signs
The lost life and prayful days to close this fate
Of a world of forever void.

When the days are no more
What will man say?
No dreams to count on
No wrongs to cry on
No flesh to love

We will all stand on this eternal plane
Tarrying for the call of your name
On that day when dreams becomes real
The breath of our passion is determined
In a world of ultimate meaning.

When The Days Are Gone

We are all artists in our own right, each with his own brush of experience, and palettes of colours from past and present events.

The stories and poems we tell are full body artworks of what we feel, the emotions that have seeped through our skin, from the beads of sweat from our heads to the mound of dirt in our feet, from the sounds we've made with our lips to the rhythm we swing our hip in concordance with.

We are all full body artists, every expression matters, every stroke that kisses the canvas; ears of friends and strangers alike carry a long lasting potent of a journey we put in motion, so here's a few of mine...

Write My WRONGS

Salvador's got a gun now
He just completed eighteen
And he's a man now
He said he's going to cause a scene
Cause the sin is not something obscene
Others have tried and maybe succeed

Salvador's got a gun now
He just completed eighteen
So he has a right now
To purchase arms and firearms
Showoff firearms and maybe fire arms
Not before a dark selfie on Instagram

Salvador's got a gun now
You seen the news 
His name's popular somehow
Who blew his fuse
Maybe his troubled past
His past should never be dark
Dark enough to send angels downcast
Down cast into the earth
Before even the earth felt their palms
Play with his dirt

Salvador's got a gun now...
Who am I to say anything
When it's the same where I reside now
Innocents killed and nobody says nothing
This is the way of the world now
Where no one is safe maybe 
Cos Salvador's got a gun now

He has so many names
Maybe we call him different names
Unknown gun men from the East
Unknown blood spilled maybe
Boko haram who commits haram
Salvador's got a gun now...

Salvador's Got A Gun

Poem Title: 'TOO STRANGE TO BEHOLD' Stanza 1: Here come's the Queen of the endless water. That made the depth of the sea her perpetual tabernacle. With a fish-like shape riseth thee like unpredicted morning sun from the east. Perfectly beautifull beyond measure. Though too strange to behold. STANZA 2: Here come's the Queen of the endless water. Sparkling and dazling like the holy cherobim and seraphim. Dancing atop of the sea by the invisible powers that was made visible through the ministrations of her beautifull and melodious ministers. Waiting to excavate men's soul into hades with her deseased love offers. Though too strange to behold. STANZA 3: Here come's the Queen of the endless water. Sending her qualified deceitive ministers into the virgin earth. Don't follow her! (the voice of the Most High) for she taketh your soul into hades! The ministers of the Queen are here with their 'LOVE, MONEY, BEAUTY taking many to hades with there deceitive words and endless beauty. Though too strange to behold!

Invisible Poems Club

STRENGTH FROM MY YESTERDAY
Some days I walk into the library of my mind,
To the shelves that house memories of my pains and sorrows, 
where each book was written with ink flowing from my broken heart,
All telling stories of the tragic moments of my life.

In many ways, I draw strength from these books
For they sing the ode of my greatness;
Of how I won the many battles life threw at me
And stayed strong in the darkest nights of my young life

I laugh reading the memories that once made me cry-
Memories of days where death tasted better than life.

Strength From My Yesterday

So scared of getting old
Yet we long to live long
It comes with wisdom as we were told
Old age is a blessing so says the song

Scared of not being a youth
And the all-round expectations of always bearing the truth 
It catches up with us all
No matter the deity we call

It’s a debt
We try to forget
As we strive to forever look younger than we are
Even amid life’s battles and the scar

I am in constant repair
As I carry my burden with just a few to share
The race against time
And the attendant notion that looking older is a crime

Random Thoughts On Getting Old!

The tears of a child, the pain of a mother! A heart full of memories of a dead father! Here's so much sorrow, in every eye.  Nothing but hurt left here,  Nothing but bullets, pain, misery and shattered dreams …. Yet for the children of  world only one equation counts: their shared humanity.

We will gather together as brothers, We will gather together as brothers. and we will live in solidarity with others in this world, we are the thirsty souls of a world without divisions. If we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change, our children's birth right. Let's step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid and don't trust any immortalist. The dove will find a resting place!

DARKNESS OVERCOMES- ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

It is okay i didn't come first
Maybe I had exaggerated myself in the standings of your heart

It's a bit surprising I did not come last either
Maybe I thought I could own a spot on the list of your lovely demons.

Maybe I was just there
Maybe I never counted

Maybe when your feelings was shared
Maybe my emotions was never sorted

Maybe I thought I had a piece of it 
Never knew hither and yon was the order of things.

Maybe it was never near
Maybe everything was just an illusion built in my inner sphere 

Maybe you never broke my heart
Guess you never really had it

Maybe I'm talking too much,we never gelled
Maybe all we had was nothing that will never yield 

Maybe the sad reality is that I was never the man
Maybe I was just an afterthought who roamed on the periphery of things.

The Afterthought Man

One day you'll be sitting inside a shack 
You'll remember all the opportunities you have missed, your eight kids with different fathers will be crying telling you that they want to eat.
Your house will be empty, they'll be nothing to give them. 
Every chance you get you'll remember not paying attention at school.
You'll remember not listening to your parents when they tell you about taking care of your life.
You'll remember all the boyfriends who used to sleep with you, 
The cars that used to drop you off in the morning.
You'll remember it all.
Now that you have nothing. 
Every same ex-boyfriend acts like they dont see you.
They deny you.
You'll see wedding invitations to the wedding of the guy you played. 
You'll see the girls you used to belittle living the life you always wanted. 
The sun is cold and everyone is gone.
No one wants you.
You cry every night asking God, why is He doing all that to you.
God gave you a chance to make your life better
But you messed up.
He's still keeping you around so that you can turn your life around.
I say it's not too late to make your life better again.
Get up and do something. It won't be easy but at least try.
Try your best for your kids...���

They Will Later Deny You

I can sense your mad trust in me
I want to see the end of the world with you
You remain my shield though I'm sometimes a heat on you
I want to go wild with you
I have no one to lean on but more money to spend
I want to take you to a rich trip
You're my spring water, my life
I want to be with you forever
Please never say no
Never turn down my advance
Never forsake my sweet fruits
Never forsake my warm chest on your breasts
I'm the morning sun that opens morning glory
I want to tour the luxuries of this world with you.

© Maren John Mafuyai

In Love

SELENOPHILE 
If the moon should write the story of my life,
She will poem the ode of a boy who defeated his fate,
By fighting his way out of the prisons of penury 
And had his name inked in the book of greats.

If you ask the moon about the boy I was and the man I am.
She will tell you the many times we spoke in silence;
The many times we stare at each other
Like a lover lost in the eyes of each other.

The moon has record of the many times 
My eyes drowned my pillow with sorrowful waters;
The many times my thought made my head too heavy for my neck,
That my hands was called to help hold my head from falling.

The Moon knows the many times I went on my knees
Just to pen my worries on the silent night 
While hoping the air around will help parcel
Them to the ears of the God of my father’s 

The moon knows the reason I smile 

For she was there for me in my darkest moments
Beaming on me the lights she borrowed from the sun.

Selenophile

FOOTBALL IS HERE.
The round leather is about to kiss the green grasses.
The whistle is about to take the staff of authority,
As the game that takes men back to their childhood days
Where tears drop like rain from their eyes, begins.

Here, brotherhood is not by blood but by colour of a shirt
And the batch of the team worn by the fellow seated next to you.
Rivalry takes the centre stage as friendship
Is put to bed for more than 90minutes.

Here, our emotions are beclouded by the love of our colour
And Each week holds a story that will be told for centuries.

Return Of The Round Leather

Even though
The sky at this end has denied the sun it's duty of shining.. 
If I could afford it, I'd love to take you ski diving...
You're on another level of Celestial creations.. 
Your radiance portray perfection without Alterations.

Even though
The darkness of this days are engulfing..
Your overwhelming personality changes it order..
Perhaps someday we'd paint a perfect picture..
You, Me, and apparently no other.

Even though, I'd love to rush and roll it...
Loving you is a russian roulette..
My kisses could be french but my love is divine.

Even though
Man seeks his daily bread in prayers..
But You, a bread that nourish the heart and soul..
The sweet savor of your fumes and innocense that flourish those prayers.

Even though
I write .. let it be precise and immortalized like the historical events that promote reality..
You are an existence created out of my wild dreams..
So let your grandeur outshine my worries, and let your presence evolve my fantasy..
Even though thoughts could grow. Let yours blossom all years long.

Original Credit: @⁨Begie Makanaki��⁩

Even Though

Make me a King in the palaCE
Set Robes around me to decorate myself
Bring me to see many tables 
For I live to see latter glorys

Those years I wanted to do what I couldn't do
Make them not invain
Deal with me more worthy
I find compassion with you O' lord

My cup runneth far...
Despise my shallow thinking
For I dwell in mystery
They are my evil and flaw

Wright me a new name
Lift my feet on high 
In crystals let me shine
In diamonds let me smile

Do not forsake me now
I long for days I've never seen
In them are my comfort
The good I pray and bad I tame

Still in my foolishness
I did many wrongs
Sold my soul many times
Thy cares are anew

My Psalms

The power of emotion
Leads to stability or commotion.
With gladness or sadness,
When can love or hurt b spoken to?
Yet emotion's effect, beyond these two
And influences the way we act.
What negotiation, what contract??
Nay, it comes as it wills
And can strike, to heal or kill.
Emotions can drive you to the height of ecstasy.
Or can drown u to the depth of misery.
Love leads to good; gladness or inlove
Hurt hits hard with sadness or pain
With either, there's much to lose or gain.
Selfcontrol..yet we don't select emotions
It surges at will & your sense desires to fill.
When inappropriate, to control it, u must
When appropriate, to Iet loose is just.
With emotions we show delight, distress or disgust.
But with emotions, never trust.

~ Adetoyan L. Poetic (Mr. Poetic)

Emotions

In shadows I lingers
My heart torn and frail
I’ve seen pain knock upon my door,
Had I known, I'd bar her entrance more.

The weight of the grief is a heavy feather
And memories like fragile petals
scattered on the floor
An enemy, more closer than a friend,

My heart
her paint board
where sorrows blend
memories illuminating like the ancient chambers.

Creative art work
Etched by tears on my cheeks 

And my inkless feather dance on the scroll

Maybe not all pains are bruised to heal
some grips are greater than we've ever been bitten.
and since HE inscribed HIS farewell
on the marble of my hearts there it remains, unhealed by time or fate.

✍️FOLORUNSHO MIKE IYANUOLUWA

FOREVERMORE

the moon has refused to sleep

his arm's length torch illuminating
my path home on this cold night

the lake has refused to sit still
dancing to the lullabies of
the wind whistling that
belly-aching howls

Jeffery has refused to think
my head carries a load
tailor-made for my shoulders
and brain is lost in my yoked neck

her legs have refused to close
but I am just another man
who will sit by her muddy bank
painting her with the glass from my eyes

the night has refused to cave in to light
to the moon, the sun sold its birthright
I'm but a man who knows only nights
at the feet of the dancer lies my peace

© Jigs Lionheart

Cold Nights, Glassy Tears

"Take a bow son.
You've been there
In the whirlwind of days
Seen it all
Faced uncertainties
In the quest to leave a footprint on the sand of time.

Been so hard
You've faced an pandemic
In the midst of your own personal trauma
In the middle of chaos and unrest

Look at you
Here you are
Pulling through
Even with the pains 
That comes with the chase

Even in the time of doubt
Coupled with the comments of naysayers
You've kept your dreams going
And your flame burning.

And if tomorrow comes
You decide to get a rest
Remember I'll always be proud of you
Take a bow son."

Letter To The Hard-working Son

The town's a little girl
Rotten to her core
Hawking her secrets
To the public

I see her, everyday
Fiddling with the miscreants
Rubbing the wrinkled noses
Of sensible people in mud

For what can they do?
They stare, beaten
By her sheer arrogance
Pummeled to cowardice

The stench of the rot
Hits my nostrils
Like a giant's fist
I tumble in shock

The town's a little girl
Grown men lick their lips
Whistling in endearing tunes 
And drum curses after use

She stands confused, a tool
The belt buckle came off
Ushering in pleasure hmms
Only to be beaten to move

She stands in hell, unburned
Begging to be saved
But not her feet
Which she planted on greed

I see her at Five junction
In underage hawkers 
Their wares on shaky heads
But their arms are meant to beg

I see her in the town hall
Where experience teaches in vain
And white hairs know not it 
In foolishness, she's ingrained

The town's a little girl
Who must be woken up
Because her clock ticks
And nature is punctual

She must become a woman
Her womb must be her saviour
Motherhood her Holy Grail
Her legs in one path; equity

The town's a little girl
And we must teach her
To be one, and to fetch water
For her growth

© Jigs Lionheart

The Town's A Little Girl

Threads of time
woven anew like knitting needles
I roar within the caverns of my pain
A once-glorious knight
now defeated in battle
Lost amidst the labyrinth of my tormented soul Thrown down the abyss of relentless dilemmas.

Death, a silent visitor
lingered at my door’s brim
Yet she refused to knock upon my hatch
I placed a weakened
fractured phone call upon the cold floor
But she neither attended nor crossed my path.

All I possessed was a mere teaspoon of acid
Yet death remained aloof
refusing to greet me
In the grip of severe hunger and fleeting consciousness
I wondered if this was the place where I, too, turned ghostly white.

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FOREVERMORE

My Psalms

Echoes Of Desolation

The Town's A Little Girl

Ode To My Ex

Cold Nights, Glassy Tears

In Love

Random Thoughts On Getting Old!

Write My WRONGS

Invisible Poems Club

Even Though

When The Days Are Gone

Return Of The Round Leather

Strength From My Yesterday

Love And Lies

The Afterthought Man

To My Crush

Letter To The Hard-working Son

Selenophile

Salvador's Got A Gun

They Will Later Deny You

Emotions

DARKNESS OVERCOMES- ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

DARKNESS OVERCOMES- ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

DARKNESS OVERCOMES- ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

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