Best Of Donmaston Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

Have you ever go to the land of running moon, the city of dream…or the land of chaos?
Have you ever see a man without sorrow, a woman without her joy?
Have you ever hear the sound of death, the anguish of a dying father, the tales of demons?
Have you ever been to the city of talisman, the place only in your subconscious……?
When the sun set, every man goes to the grave of his home, eat the dross of his struggles…..
Where does the wind come from, what is the oldest element on earth…….
Where is the grave of Adam, or the rod of Moses, the wine at Cannan…or the tale of Nimrod….
Can a mortal explain the days of old age, the adage of life and death or the misery of love and hate?
Looking through the broken mirror will only remind you of your shadow self, stare at the clouds and see how time flies, when we comes to the cemetery you see why time is irreversible and most precious asset.
When you walk on ice you may slide, when you climb the mountain you may need to rest…….
Tell the World the tales of yesterday and you make the past repeat itself…….
Time is a counting machine said to monitor our skillful breath and activities on Earth……
Things of the dream looks like the dream, but reality starts from the dream…………
When you gets caught in acts of foolishness, speaks the language of apology, it save than the sword..
Will the end be better than worst beginning? Tell that to a young man about entering his old age.
Listen to the wind and follow its course, sometimes our instincts speak better than a wise counsel.
Have you been to the land of blind hate, a palace of doom, a jungle of decadent evil, a pale of evil.
What can make a man cry? , what can make him beg like a child, sweat like a laborer and act as a fool.
Today may not be written with a witty pen of gold, but is better than the yesterday that will never resurrect back to life, though the pales of memory haul stronger than the agony of wasted dream…
When you see life in a broken mirror don’t ask why for it got hit by the storms of life…
When the pauper swings his fate, the rich man always tries to tussle his dreams…….