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Oft had I learned to wade amiss
In honed beams of feared craton bliss
‘Neath the tumult fly, the lad was a hue
Of passion, pride and warm oceans so blue
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Whilst my life aches it cannot break
It boils, brawls and brews brittle flake
Mutant dreams that refused to speak
All pulpy, squashed, one ungroomed teak
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When life clasps its mad fungibles
In crispy painless manacles
We must wobble in a trend
We are strong, strong and long
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I have come with a voice, a hand
to brush earth's façade green and
thin filmed grenades to wand
the warring wasps wangling the land, with ease
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Come from the cold, come pure child
Come from the mould that makes the racks chide
Come from the fold: first of its pride
Come with the gold; lay it on earth's landslide.
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A rundle well felt
A peduncle to bear new life abreast
The oddities of wildest quest
Mortals seek and never seem to like
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Sifting still through the past, at last
The crows have crowed on its wreckage.
Bring songs to me, birds of the African ties from tides
That sprouted and stunted undammed.
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May your children be born males well fit
Or females sweetest life won't drift;
Your palms coated with camwood
Nurse them on to adulthood.
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The past is now gone
Like a night with a sun;
Its deeds in a song
Fondles a ready tongue....
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Prince Rodoki Biography
A child from the Western Golden city of Lesh where The somber sun glides for fun And breaks the looms of pseudo-romantic Myths..... A child from the skies where wisdom flies But curdles her ally, where children are Topaz petals unplucked, unweaned, unwooed..... A meek child from the wayward world where Candid love is to be tasted like wine, Such is my lot, such is my fate, now is my time.....)
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Oft had I learned to wade amiss
In honed beams of feared craton bliss
‘Neath the tumult fly, the lad was a hue
Of passion, pride and warm oceans so blue
His frail frat fame freckled afresh
By gallows of hallowed sect mesh
While the grail lingers in a heart most smeared
With solitude, fear, and what people feared.
Mine was a bloomer in fierce wind
A monomer on weak bonds hinged
Across the gallant ways of swift nature
Aloft the humble tricks of lush pasture
A boy in fine silk from the woods
In love with gold that sits and broods
Yet the sides of menace are new, too new
To him who must fight a peril not true.
I am home and it is all done
Seen the saddened sun swell and gone
The paths to reamed rest are twenty folds free
For choices of inexplicable spree
An old man still groans and may grow
The dazzling youth may slip and crow
But always, the pliant plight of pleasure
Always demands its price in same measure.
I am home you may gladly say
My task goes way long to be stale
While zeal stifles, life's medallions roam free
Anchored by luck, it makes one in fifty
Mine was a brave lad quite daring
On one skanky tour not caring
Yet I piously opt the grueling test
For when my labour is blessed, I should rest.
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