JESUROBOOWIE GIFT IMAFIDON Poems

I bore the pain for your conception
Labouring to strive for your completion
With yelling and wailing you finally arrived
Not without a fight for life
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I remembered the look in your eyes
That mind so blank that I could not read
What has made our love go so sour
I wondered all through the dead night
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As the gentle breeze touches the moon

Ushering it to sleep amidst the galaxy platoon
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It's the harmony of a royal parade
That resonates through the glade
The wind and trees tango in glorious bliss
While the blue skies and the blue ocean kiss
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Returning from the stream
tripping, my filled calabash fell and crashed into pieces
Within a twinkle of an eye, I became a shattered dream
I have gotten to the valley deep where life ceases
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I am a picture, not just a floppy paper that fades, but a memory
Not a fleeting moment of memory but a whole story
Not a transient midnight tales but your history
I am the then that determines the now and influences the hereafter
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The scent of the wildflowers
That fills my daily showers
The moon that rides my dark clouds
The reassuring voice on which my fears are shrouded
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You came in with promises
We believed our love was casted on stone
Until the shadows played the images
Revealing how satanic clever
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Just like the aroma from the African coffee
Flavors our mornings without much fee
You illuminated and saturated the air
And became my habitual flair
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From birth I have known your back
With love that no event could ransack
I have always felt you close like the air
As I rocked on the baby chair
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