Michael McCoy wilson Poems

It is my liquid friend
So you are a reckless driver
Whereas, I encourage your access
You become careless with my cadaver
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I feel alive in the fountain of your laughter
Recalling times that we spent sitting together
And on my face beams an unending smile
Being with you makes me float in the blue sky
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There is almost nothing a man can not do
What he just needs is to be put through
No one on earth can claim to be perfect
We are all trying to do our extreme finest
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Caution bids on its own side
The other dictates from behind
It’s abstract in human beings alike
And peculiar to things that we learn
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</>It comes with bliss and lots of razzmatazz
It does merry that brings families in assemblage
It feeling is rippled in everyone alike
And its flow in the wind is with white & jollof rice
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Some are brought into conformity with nature
Most of it is built by those people involved
While few other friendships do not just work
That too can be said to be of Mother Nature
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It seems to me like it is a nocturnal battle
I thought it single, but it came to me double
A night brought forth an unforeseen attack
This will forever linger in my mind’s back
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A being beams with an elusive homage
The bereaver of one’s self-esteem
A dragon whose spit contains toxic
Who speaks and all ears with rapt attention
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I have traveled far and abroad
A voyage to many parts of the world
But it is not enough comfort far of
And, my heart hungers for my home
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