Raphael Amorous Cead
Biography of Raphael Amorous Cead
I am a simple and humble poet here to enlight the world as we all strive to do, if I may teach then let it be so. I am here to serve the pen and give it a voice as it give a voice to me in return.
Raphael Amorous Cead Poems
</>To the girl I don’t even know You smiling face in this dark day The way you walk proud and free Your spirit has impacted this poet’s soul
She takes my heart for a lifetime, And gives me hers for a second. This hourglass makes Time so slow, Yet this incident makes life fade to an end.
Here We Stand
Here we make our stand, or we fall to the depths of Hell, Here we may fall in love, surrounded by the villainous and corrupt,
Blind men see the truth, Deaf men hear no lies, Lame men do not terry, Dumb men argue not,
Self-preservation- Noun Protection of oneself
The True Light
I write as the light as never been written, But I write a proper truth, In saying that light is nothing more, Than the corrupted image of youth,
As we sit and we wait and we love and hate, this world still spins for us not to wait,
As a gentle breeze in a quite meadow, or a delight rain in a small valley, love seems to comfort us, in the midst of trouble it guides us,
Love is nothing more than, A book of half-truths, Bound with a thousand lies, Containing pages stained with tragedy,
Betrayal And Hope
When He first formed me I was perfect But He forget, I was perfectly alone Then she found me and took this broken man Orchestrated my joint into motion of lies
Bitter Recollection Crowed street The memory of you on my shoulders Bear down like a forever weight
There is a cat like no other, She has neither a tail nor whiskers. Yet she brighten this world like an flame, And revives the decommissioned heart.
She is a visionary in search of the light, And her pathway ahead is sinister. Only the moonlight illumines her route, Shining on those tear that escaped the past
She is a fighter she is my inspiration, The battlefield she fights in is like no other.
As a gentle breeze in a quite meadow,
or a delight rain in a small valley,
love seems to comfort us,
in the midst of trouble it guides us,
we follow love like a burning candle,
our heart's desire is to find it,
it stitches itself into our lives,
and it stains our hearts crimson,
we called it love.