Blessing Anastasia Abaka
Blessing Anastasia Abaka Poems
|7.||The Travelled Heart||4/3/2013|
|8.||Life Of A Gemini||11/23/2012|
|12.||The Magic Pen||10/23/2012|
|14.||Anastasia The Lily Of Love||11/21/2012|
|15.||I'M Not Your Prisoner||4/2/2013|
|18.||Your Words, You Mind, Your Soul||12/14/2012|
|19.||A Broken Heart||12/6/2012|
|20.||Follow Your Dreams||11/15/2012|
|21.||Golden Black (The Symbol Of Originality)||12/6/2012|
Golden Black (The Symbol Of Originality)
The golden black of unity, that cascade upon my deep stress.
' Who said black is not golden'
'Who said black is not dignity'
'Who said blacks are not determined'
'And who said blacks do not have self objectives'
I pray for my country, I pray for the sick,
I pray for the determined, I pray for those that love, '
I pray for my family, I pray for all.
As i sat upon my golden chair looking at my skin
The golden black of the nation,
Then I remembered the song my mother used to sing to me.
The poem she taught me and the laughter we both shared.
Mother Nature gives each age its own special horror.
Death never comes at the right time,
It always comes like a thief.
All who are born die,
All who die will be reborn.
All of live is nothing more than a motion picture
Projected into a vase screen.
Life is not a curse,
Life is a song.