Biography of Freewill Amon
I's born and raised in Africa, Nigeria precisely, the third in a family of five.5.9 inch tall and a diploma holder (OND) from a polytechnic school in my country.
I's verbally abused by my folks, especially my mum. My growing up was perfect as a kid but miserable and lonely since my teenage years due to a health problem I got at the age of 14 called Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I'm born again, though not finding Life In Christ smooth, as some people might make you think-but it's the biggest thing in my life.
My poems are the data-base of my inner-most feelings and expression of my ideas and opinions. Just like music, they're my door to happiness and window out of pain-no matter how heavy I might feel about a problem, I feel so free when I lay it down on a paper. Writting poems is more like a fortress in a barren land; it is taking a refuge.
Have fun as you read my poems. It's ok to react in any way they make you do. I welcome your comments.
Freewill Amon's Works:
Freewill Amon Poems
Her eyes glitters like the icing on a cake. Bosom so smooth like hot loaded bowl of pounded yam Her breasts are like bunches of grapes Her kiss is a drug I take and feel so dizzy Her touch caresses me like the evening breeze
Sometimes I'm up Sometimes I'm down Sometimes I smile Sometimes I frown
There are golds There are silvers There are bronze There are platinums
Sometimes when they touch me, they pass me the signal. And I get bursting, thinking like a criminal.
I Like It... Because...
I like it when I talk about you, because you're a wonderful person I like when I hear your voice, because it is like a medicine I like it when I call you, because I enjoy your endearments
Welcome To A New Day
Here is what seems like the usual days But it is actually not the same
I Miss A Mother
I miss a mother: Who would be there when she has to be Who is not afraid of challenges, But looks them in the eye and deal with them point-blank
A: I can't tick the boxes 'cause I don't understand the options. I can't count my losses due to frustration eruption. B: I am so lost. I was strong like an iron, but now I'm so rust.
A Little, But...
A little cry, but too much groaning. A little smile, but too much frowning.
Life brings up challenges that stares at us in the face We encounter them everyday and in every place We rise to them not just by works, but also by faith We only live today to fight another day.
The World Against Me
Why do experience teach me for others to learn? Why do circumstances push me to places I don't want to be? Why does life treat me so harsh? Why has life made me a servant to misery?
This Is What You've Made Me
I've so much jerked-off that the passion has become painful; Not that I wanted to, but because I needed to. It's all been about getting a temporal sexual healing Though I stay put whenever I get the urge,
I hate to think that I'm protected Because I'll blame someone for my misfortune. I hate to think that I'm neat When I have cobwebs in my room.
I Know What Love Is
It is not jealous, and does not envy; it's not covetous and it does not conceit.
I hate to think that I'm protected
Because I'll blame someone for my misfortune.
I hate to think that I'm neat
When I have cobwebs in my room.
I hate to think that all is well
Because Life is not a dream.
I hate to think that I'm loved