Martins Akhoeneto

Homecoming was fun, awesome
But now so tiring and worrisome
In the year when trees made music.
Radiating the grandeur of glorious heaven.
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Falling tears, like leaves in seasons
For how many more years
Shall you shed those tears,
All for memories beyond reasons
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Year in, year out you come
In great delusion, an epic interest
Packed in vans of delusive saboteurs,
With pledges, both milk and in honeycomb
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A time will come,
Real shall it become,
A day of dry rains
Against your early bargains.
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Black nights, blindfolded to heaven
Anchored beneath, a steel hell
Everything ill deed is given
A crescent moon bade farewell,
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Fly away O! Egrets
In a myriad of beaut design
Brighten up the blue skies
In great clusters of whites.
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You will never know how many smiles,
And how many aches that piles
Down within; in flooded tears
As memories awaken, - of barred years.
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You said she was down to earth
Mannerly bright and free from graven dirt
You lied, yes! you lied
Because a brimfilled of negatives she hides
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in the heat of torture
craving it's soothing peace
can I for once find savour
with this forbidden past?
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you came to me again
now and each night with a heavy face,
yet each time of your visit
I seem to be deaf and unrepenting
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Years of cheers, coming often,
May we see in these years
Always and in mind solace.
Yet, seem scattered in the mind
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If pain turn gain again,
It will only appease hates
And those dying lumps of wane
That means nothing now but paper-weights.
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never again

will I raise grimy dust
as those that now lie
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when karma strikes
thunderous blast of crashing volcanoes
will rumble down
within your mind
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I can recall the rumbling rust,
the turmoil of chill cold carnages
and the sacred sacrifice of love
you gave in exchange for your life.
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Now i travel home, not in bands
But as a lone soul,
Who refused to fall to brutal slains
Of time, of rage and war tool
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