Itai Oscar

You pull me up
with your words
of encouragement
giving my feet a
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He spit his words like bullets out of a machine gun
My ears absorbed every word like a dry sponge to water
The words were not words of hate
But the words were words of truth
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With my bucket of understanding
I draw from the deep well of
wisdom from the heart of a
silver-haired man.
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At the midday of my life,
I take a glance at my rear view mirror
behind me I see speed humps, curves and road blocks
I come into cognizance that there has been a delay
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My muscled up healthy smile
approaches you, arms outstretched
for a warm embrace
But in return your smile stretches
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In the middle of the night
when owls are having their lunch
and you're lying in between the
sheets
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Sitting alone on an old ragged couch
Your legs crossed and a hand on your chin
Your eyes staring into space
Your food going cold in your plate
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The differece between a Painter and a Poet
They both see a picture in their minds
A Painter expresses it through brush and paint
A Poet expresses it through words
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Early that morning Abram had
told Sarai to pack their belongings
'cause they were leaving their
kindred
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When everyone else thinks
I cannot make it
She is the reinforcement that
Keeps me standing
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When Heaven is brass and the land iron
I work hard but will not get results
I plant seed but not get any harvest
when heaven is brass and the land iron
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It is said that love is blind
They also say action speaks louder
than words
If love is blind
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Looking at the facade
its aesthetically pleasing
but when one peeps
behind the walls
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I had my first breakthrough when
I came out of the womb through
the birth canal
I inhale-d my first breath on earth
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One drop of the Saviour's blood
caused an earthquake when it
reached the ground on the day He
was crucified.
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A pin rolled off her desk and fell
she clearly heard its sound as it
came into contact with the tiles
on the floor
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I pulled my screaming phone
under my pillow
wondering who is blowing my
phone this late
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Life had kicked him in the groin
It was a hard blow below the belt
That left him sprawled on the ground
His friends had deserted him
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I was relaxing at home the other
afternoon, one of my hands was
at the back of my head, my feet
were on the coffee table, eyes
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Imagine you're a soccer ball
your purpose in life would be to be kicked around by people

imagine you are a cricket ball
being hit by a stick
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