Biography of Simon Quperlier
I'm a boy from Kenya. I am a college student majoring in marine engineering but i have a passion of writing and singing. Currently all i do is write poems and songs and i have a book which i've been writing and i hope to publish it soon.
Simon Quperlier Poems
Most politicians know nothing about revolution, they are just a bunch of agrarian socialists who we gave power to, they barely hear the woes of their hommies, they misconstrue the human condition and when poked, we poke carcasses
The power responsible for our existence will never ever be questionable, the prestige the creator is smitten by has not yet hit the mankind's conscience to wake him up from the obvilion induced by misgiving that satan has impinged upon man's psychology, the closest a human kind can get with his God is through a prayer, approbation every morning and evening is worth it since life is a continuous miracle that happens to the lucky ones.
Act Of Contrition
My dear, this is my admission of guilt, I never meant to break your clock hand, despite time being our best friend, that match stick we lit,
They've sold their souls in the midst of humility and super-pervaded occult, they've sacrificed people just to get that fancy car, and that mansion like paradise, and all that glamors on the face of multi-universe, they are living in the era of self-aggrandizement, and more doubtfully contemplate christianity, they moved a step further to promote astheism, the concept of humanistic thought have been overthrown, and decisions made under the philosophy of postmodernity, depictions of reality
I reach out to the broken hearts Cause the art of humanity has transgressed I reach out to the homeless Cause foes nuked their global habitats
The clouds are heavier than your problems, amazingly you see them glide over your head, you've harboured fear for the rest of your life, like you broke the oath of upholding holiness of the tabernacle
Sitting Under The Family Tree
My grandma planted a seed of joy and it grew to be a family tree but prior to the remarkable development my grandpa nurtured the seed with wisdom
Forsaken customs of relations A spate of friendship disconnection And everyone is becoming judgemental Full of fear to let words through their dental
Broken Hearted Girl
This is a poem of a broken hearted girl, the girl who hunted butterflies, with her boyfriend tattooed on her left breast, holding a japanese quiver, every launch of an arrow was a beautiful
Tyranny That Existed And Still Exists
We opted for a centralized system of ruling, it left a mark in the entire industrial revolution, but the conformity by the populace was a mere charade, a subjective preference by the hoggish individuals, to venture in discriminating the powerless beings, the subliminal communities and only subservient, naive and dullness extremists, today the current tyranny has resulted to a tag of war, a collateral damage of the battle among the richest, it's irrational how a person would embrace affluence suddenly, the paradigm of climbing the ladder to richness and that of hitting rock bottom needs a cogitation, the doctrine of the government needs proper re-evaluation.
Son Don'T Compare Yourself With Them
Mom where did my daddy go to Why does my best friend have a daddy And why do we feed on plants everyday Are we of the same species as the cows
I Love My Mother
My fetal condition, My mother's only stronghold, My father has never been a waste of man, Cared for both of us,
Is it a frenzy that made me break the mirrors, the mirrors that paid homage to you and gave a perfect reflection, is it out of my rage that I started throwing stones at your fountain and created ripples which were a tsunami of disdain, is it out of my sins that I found your religion distractive of our love and made you forsake your God, I did all this because of fear of losing you but you got it all twisted, nothing giveth the harmony of existence between our souls like what taketh it away.
One Day I'Ll Die
One day my lights will go out in blackout, my soul will grope for vision but darkness will become preeminent, and if I become reincarnated, I wish to become one of your favourite pets in your house, so I'll still receive your passion in another version, if my spirit soar to heaven, I'll appeal to God to make me your guardian angel, and I'll descend every night just to anoint you in your obvilion of sleep, an assurance that demons and karma will never strike always and forever,
I have pockets full of prosperity, prosperity barely born from fame and universal glamour, Skeptics now speak in tongues cause they can't find better words to describe me, if I light my cigarette and walk past them, my smoke keeps mocking them and the ashes after a flick metaphorically rest them in peace, so the broke men came over asking for salva