okeme james Poems
|6.||The Beautiful Monster||11/8/2013|
|8.||The Power Of The Key||12/2/2013|
|9.||Announcing Her Coming (*read Like A Town Crier)||12/2/2013|
|10.||Carpe Diem (Latin)||1/24/2014|
|12.||God Can Be||1/24/2014|
|14.||Be My Valentine||2/11/2014|
|17.||Please Come Back||2/28/2014|
|18.||The Journey So Far||3/13/2014|
Sometimes, I wished I never heard
about some things, they mingle with
the thought of the idled mind.
Sometimes, I wished I never touched
some things, baffled by the
metamorphosis at a blink.
Sometimes, I wished I never said
some things, not knowing how gossips
spread like wind fire during the harmattan season.
Sometimes, I wished I never saw some things,
Hoping it just disappear like the smoke in the
Air without any traces from the mind eyes.
Sometimes, I wished I never had
some things, like precious treasures,
guarded like chicks ...
I am unique and special
Pure and clean without spot, holy without sin
Made from stainless materials
From me reflexes the radiant beauty of the sun
Other rags seems to be jealous
Jealous of my magnificent nature
For they are just used without mercy
Without pity, without love.