Funkekeme Akposeye

The apparitions of a lost mind
From the dark corners of my aporetic void mind
I have come to realize as i look into their eyes
That it' s my right to live life bright
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Work on me, walk with me and
find things I lost long ago
Always in my heart, for you I will
rinse my tears
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Black and white, our favorite
colors, i write to feel alright, but
it's hard to write right, my
favorite duress, its my plight
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Have you given birth?
If you have written poetry then you have
It doesn ' t matter if you are young or old
Man or woman
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It is that time again for all we have lost
to be regained and our weaknesses to be
streghtened and bent choices to be
straightened.
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Say it, say it, say it
I want to hear it from your own lips
Hold me, hold me, hold me
I want you to know that you own me
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If hands could speak
Or better yet just yell
Some would weep
Or better yet just peel
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Have you ever felt it
I am in love
I can fly higher than an eagle
I can walk on water
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In search of my glory
I listened to everything even the bible stories
In the middle of life driving' Me Wild
It is hard trying to remain a mild child
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One day
I was at the cinema
I was watching the movie
The bee movie
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Your presence
Is a must
Because in your presence
I feel my essence
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I do not fear death
It only comes one time
I fear pain and its stains
It is felt so many times
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My thoughts fly and go deep in
the ocean of time
Restlessly waking from deep
sleep upliftment in my prime
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I am from the place where
wood is not part of the industry
I am from the race were some
are still living in the hood in
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In my father's eyes i see
What should not be hard to
believe
I see me, good old me
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The words I will say or write
will be simple but true, I love
your dimples and think you are
my dream girl and seeing you I
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My home! ! ! my village! ! My
zone! ! ! My heritage! ! !
slowly transforming into a town
as I pray and dream of it turning
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Sitting on my rocking chair, I
write from the perspective of a
wheelchair thanking God for
open doors and cursing people
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I remember the days past, the
years past they all passed so fast
as I take a walk on memory lane
my mind remembers the rains,
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