Victor Ogoti

Would you believe tonight?
When I tell you in sight,
That I have been here before?
In this self same place
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You are the beauty of my veil
You are the smile on my face
You are the dimple on my cheek
You are the ego of my pride
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If the sun won't rise again,
And my world is swallowed by darkness
Whence no ray would reach
And I can't discern the east from west
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what happened to your former grace
what ate the gait in your pace
that made men crave for a place
in confines of heart a little space
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I have been to the moon
How awesome the contrast
Of the world behold,
and the world behind
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Did you feel the electricity?
Electrons simmering your body
Like strings attaching electrodes
-In a love electrolyte
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Oh what an earth stretch
Of stationery paper
Lying spotless
In seismic grey
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There is so much I want to say
And that’s the problem now
How did one put in writing,
Dreams and desires of a lifetime?
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We’ve walked our different ways
And now we walk one
It matters not yours or mine
For now we walk one
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When I return dear motherland
You’ll take me in, in open hands
And all the wounds of Diaspora hounds
with love and tenderness, washed and wound
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she was beautiful and illustrious
a cherubim pick as comrades implied
but when her lover implied adieu
Camilla couldn't live with that
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No known units can measure
In least entirety your heart’s enclosure
The whole universe with stars and game
Find a fine loving place to lay a claim
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I know that you are my air
Ah my love, its so full of life,
It’s so full of fragrance
But what if Azrael
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In the heart of adversity
I survive
In the den of scarcity
I revive
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Uh-hmm its so sweet so nice
It smothers soul, it clouds my eyes
I want not lose and neither to mess
an inch of fiber that makes its strings
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though the rivers of tears flunked deltas in an ox-bow
In the depth of heart halting its flow
down this dark hills form fresh tributaries
as we live to relive your reveries
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From a tiny bedroom in Mesa
Whence loud speakers blare ears
Out In the green sunny yards
Whence mowers leave less-grass trails
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