Oke Christopher Poems
|3.||Battle Of Victor||9/2/2013|
|9.||Will Of God||9/6/2013|
|15.||Wanderer, Death Is At The Door.||9/20/2013|
|17.||I Would Think!||9/20/2013|
|19.||What My Love Said||10/13/2013|
|21.||Tears Of A Clown||9/6/2013|
|24.||She Wants To Be Adored||7/23/2014|
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She Wants To Be Adored
I watched from the stairs of my home
As she brushed her hair with a glassy comb.
It's Saturday night and the speakers are singing,
The cars are rushing by, urged by the men they are bringing.
It's Saturday night and the booze is plenty,
Before her date tonight, four bottles are already empty.
Leering lecherously, he pulled her close,
He showed her the pills and she took one dose
He snorted loudly and licked her face,
He called her sexy and they went to her place.
He awoke a little before quarter to four,
Hurriedly and harriedly drove off in his ...
I heard water once covered the Sahara,
That its pitiful plains were filled with impala,
But time and season did draw them apart.
Save apocalypse, what can unite the ocean and the desert?
Presently I am here, and of you there is not a trace
At night, I resort to sleep for there I see your face
My days are like the desert, dry and yawning wilderness
Awaiting the rain of your presence absent princess
I would cause an apocalypse