Mosi Mustapha Gomina

Mosi Mustapha Gomina Poems

1. Armed Fire-Rings Of Immortality 8/22/2012
2. Written Orders Of An Old High Priest 8/23/2012
3. A Beggar's Plea 8/23/2012
4. Portraits Of Eternal Anguish 8/23/2012
5. Herald Of Amagedon 8/23/2012
6. In A Land Within The Heavens 8/23/2012
7. Jane's Ghost 8/25/2012
8. Hannah's Lullaby 8/25/2012
9. Bless The Meek Whispering Heavens 8/26/2012
10. Lilies Of The South 8/26/2012
11. Across The Horizon 8/27/2012
12. The Dirge Of An Owl 8/27/2012
13. Whisper Your Sorrows 8/27/2012
14. Sons Of The Bull 9/1/2012
15. Let It Rain 9/2/2012
16. Torches Of Heaven 9/3/2012
17. The Young Sentinel 9/3/2012
18. The Old Rover 9/6/2012
19. Ode To A Churchyard 9/10/2012
20. His Last Words 9/11/2012
21. Little Shelly 9/22/2012
22. Saboon 9/22/2012
23. A Bewitched Child Laments 9/22/2012
24. I Fall I Die 9/22/2012
25. Will I Meet My Saviour 9/22/2012
26. Age-Scorned 9/22/2012
27. Words Of An Infant 9/22/2012
28. To Janet Of Ole Beijing(Song Of Mosydshepherd) 10/1/2012
29. Birth Of Daylight 8/22/2012
30. Marriage In Old Age 9/22/2012
31. L'Appel Du Vide(The Call Of The Void) .. 8/29/2012
32. Philosophy Of Life(Simplicity Within Complexity) 8/22/2012

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Philosophy Of Life(Simplicity Within Complexity)

Oh ye mere mortals of the present age,
I ask that ye hearken to my wordings;
for it is the thoughts of a decent sage;
celestial whispers that roared while mourning.

I have sought the wisdom of aged kings;
I have been bathed in their heightened thoughts;
I have danced to drumbeats by spirit beings;
with their morbid ways, I have my views clothe.

No man has tasted immortality;
no, not yet; not while we still dwell in sin.
Yet, impossible as it seems to be,
men do have access to immortal dreams.

Life as we've come to know it is a ...

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Birth Of Daylight

There, the orange sun has burnt itself out.
The dark veil is hauled over the starred sky.
The blue-berried moon now lingers about.
Every mortal temporarily dies.

The steady chirping of crickets is born;
It's cry wandering about the empty space;
In preparation for a new dawn;
The cloak of existence; another phase.

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