Wolf the poet

It's home,
Because

The air feels lighter,
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The world is so full of hate
These days' no one shares a plate
For we are no longer driven by fate
And another man's suffering is used as bait
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A day like this joy filled our hearts
The universes converged and the stars aligned
She was born a girl like none other
So beautiful and kind at heart
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There is always a curse in isolation
It leaves doubt and invites meditation
Our minds become fragile we think of levitation
This existence and reality needs correction
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There is a face i would love to see
Eyes i would love to drown deep into
Lips i would love to kiss
Yours!
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My son you are my little wolf
I will always take you to play golf
When in pain be ruthless like Adolf
As you are the Rudolf
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How do we define a mistake
Is it something that we all make
Because I always feel like a misplaced flake
At times I feel like throwing myself into the lake
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Signs and signals are showing
Treading this road carefully I am
The other side of the coin is showing
Everything was just an illusion
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It has been a long day coming
Seosons back my mother, a confidant and a mentor'
Brought me to this world
Still coated by the amnion sac
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My love that ain't a problem
I wear your love like an emblem
As you Joan are my gem
Waswahili wanasema 'dem'
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My inner soul is shouting
Shouting all the same gasping for air
My mind in suffocation activated mode
The reality imploding on me
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The morning's so chilly
Can't even get a call to Billy
For my hands are frozen
My eyes blurred seeing everything in a dozen
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Nature

Nature has a way of balancing things
Nature has a way of catching up
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The clouds are gathering
I see them feathering
Flock of birds zoom about
They chirp melodiously
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We had an appointment
But later turned a disappointment
The day was supposed to be a monument
A day to nourish the environment
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the world is like a tomb
our souls entrapped in a cage
we struggle to burst open our self made cocoon
but as we know it a cocoon is not like a balloon
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Everybody has a different personality
as we are born with a unique ability
human existence is quite a mysterious entity
but nevertheless a known possibility
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they say oppression leads to depression
is it a myth or a legend i don't even know
the high class oppress with no limitation
their hunger and greed has no measure
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As we age and grow older
at most times we tend to be wise
flaws we have yes but still we rise
uphold the society norms and bury the vice
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I have learnt to stay calm
However violent the storm is
Some may call it being mature
But I call it cultivating a stoic culture
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