Buyunde Acura Sylivester

Rookie - 35 Points (8/10/1990 - Date / Kenya, Western province)

Solitude Of Fame - Poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester

Through thick, thin and hards,
Thine was the strong will to revive,
In the long tunnel of goods and bads,
Wishing a trumpet of revelation could arrive.

Clocks ticking in unison,
To thee, sounds like psalm of life,
And like eleventh hour cock tintinabulation,
Is marking the time of denial and strife.

Holding back thy breath,
On cross. With veneration of the saints,
Calm! Gazing at this sacred wealth,
None was purchased via cents.

Don't please! Jesus don't leave!
Ere I tell thou the ultimate sorrow,
Left behind in a strengthful heave,
Of the final hour of a hero.

Thine hast been Holly Gospel 'n' fasts,
Trophying this massive nation smiles of triumph,
Preaching and healing to the last,
Of the wholly human 'Kulturkamph.

Redemption, salvation for free,
Just after thy solitude of fame,
When you'll build temple in three,
Days. Together we praise your name.

And here you fly. Taken in prayers,
That go where the eternity begin,
Sit on the topmost layers,
Of Heavens, forever and again.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Dedication to Jesus Christ

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, March 15, 2013

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