Biography of robert otim
i am a college student with great hope to take over the world! i may sound like Dr Evil but isn't that the whole idea of being a dreamer?
it a funny thing how a simple person hope so big..
i always tried to relieve the day of forgiveness because there is no many understand why we forgive...
robert otim's Works:
bread in and out and hope all thing will turn out good
robert otim Poems
What Is Music
What is music? What is music? Is music the languages that shoot out of my mouth and speak in silence? Is music the moving of my lip according to my mind command?
Life Is Okay
Life is okay Life is okay if I only live it out Some said it is too painful to be a life It’s forever dark when the sun goes downhill
Street Of Hell
Growing up on the street of hell is a painful story to tell mom, but if I ever had the time, I would tell her about the day I survive the bloody night. My only fear is I hope she would understand and forgive her son. Street of hell is a hill top to my fallen half, but after today only blood should remain. Sorry to tell you this ma It all started on the early Sunday morning when I easily wake up on the wrong side of the bed and choose to turn my back on the tradition.
Home Sweet Home
Home sweet home is a beautiful name If it is a song, it would be a welcoming song of peacefulness A song that would be chanted by millions of the return It is a beautiful song and it would go like this
The Day I Became President
The day I became president was like the day I enter through the gate of dream Blindly my eyes was seeing colors in black and white It was an early morning and my alarm clock went off I was wide awake and half asleep in the face
I Am A Soldier
I am a soldier It started as a dream, a simple soldier from the street getting lost in a shacking world I took a job as a street keeper but in my mind I am a mental child From time to time I would battle in my dream trying to win a lost war
Dear Dream Dear dream it always start like you A simple dream to start my day, dear dream This morning I dream of greatness, dear dream
Hey I Am Black
I am black I claim to be black according to my expression I feel black when my morning moment welcomes me I feel black while I am lifting my bare body off the sleeping bed
I Am A Soldier
I am a soldier
It started as a dream, a simple soldier from the street getting lost in a shacking world
I took a job as a street keeper but in my mind I am a mental child
From time to time I would battle in my dream trying to win a lost war
I open my eyes in the middle of the day saying goodbye to my boss as I walk away
I walk down street only to tried my limit, in my mind, my distant is unlimited
In the world I am the forgotten soldier lost in an open battle field
“I am the forgotten s