Funmbi Aransiola

Rookie - 0 Points (03-09-1987)

Funmbi Aransiola Poems

1. The Violence Of A Beautiful Heart 3/16/2006
2. Living Reject This Body 3/16/2006
3. Woozy Dayz 3/17/2006
4. Water Source 3/17/2006
5. Muzik 4/17/2006
6. The Me Hidden Within 5/1/2006
7. Beauty 5/1/2006
8. Is It Enough? 5/1/2006
9. The Beautiful Nightmare 5/1/2006
10. Death 5/1/2006
11. I'Ll Laugh Out Loud 3/17/2006
12. My Two Idols 3/17/2006
13. A Contender 3/17/2006
14. The Promise Land 3/17/2006
15. Who Am I? 3/17/2006
16. The Falling Warriors 3/17/2006
17. The Power Of Addiction 3/17/2006
18. 'Why' 3/16/2006
19. In Darkness 3/16/2006
20. Being Me 3/16/2006
21. The Only Friend 3/17/2006
22. The Fearless Mind 3/17/2006
23. Game Of Life 3/20/2006
24. Where The Future Lays 3/28/2006
25. Liberty Needs Glasses 3/28/2006
26. Jada 3/28/2006
27. In The Depth Of Solitude 3/28/2006
28. Ambition Over Adversity 3/28/2006
29. I Cry 3/28/2006
30. You Can See The Pride In The Panther 3/28/2006
31. In The Event Of My Demise 3/28/2006
32. Pages Of Life 3/17/2006
33. Lonely Dayz And Nothing Dayz 3/17/2006
34. Tomorrow 3/28/2006
35. Mask 4/17/2006
36. Humorous Cry And Pain 4/17/2006
37. Rain 10/23/2006
38. Path Of Thorns 2/5/2007
39. Gleaming Sight 2/22/2007
40. A Different Love 2/26/2007
Best Poem of Funmbi Aransiola

Home

Home, Home, Home
There lays my throne
There also lays the pain that crows
There is no place like home

No matter how far you are away from home
No matter how thirsty you are for the strange throne
No matter how rich you are to buy the strange throne
You will always come back home

You will always remember there is a place of non-rejection
A place of peace
Rest of mind fills it
It's my home

I will always come back home
No matter how rich I am in a strange throne
I will always come back home
Cuz there lays my throne

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Dried Waters

I cried, I cried, and can't cry
I've used all the waters in my eyes
So I looked for some in dry dayz
Dayz that my eyes is thirsty for water
Dayz that my eyes begged
for water to console it's pupils
But it never did find none
Because it didn't preserve the little it had to pour
The pain in my eyes was just too much

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