Dying Heart

With a voice as cunning as a cactus garden,
And eyes innocent like a hyena in dark,
Approaching, stepping cautiously like a lioness on hunt,
Driven with malice of unknown origin.

As naive and unsuspecting as I can be,
Arms outstretched in greeting to a supposed friend,
Who violently and remorseless dashed at my heart,
With a throbbing pain my ribs cracked as my heart left.

An innocent heart now lie dying in a hospital bed,
"We'll try our best but hope is slim." The doctors said,
As night slowly closes on this dying heart,
I'd like to remark; it tried it's best to live.

Treasure (2)

A treasure in a restricted area,
Inside the area so well hidden,
Hidden I'm the only person condemned,
Condemned not to find it at all cost,
Really painful when that person is you,
Especially when you are dying in need,
And it's all will ever want and need,
You will look back and all you'll see is pain,
It will embrace you so hard you'll break,
You'll break to hard you won't heal,
To the point that when you think of healing,
You'll sound so pathetic you will realize,
That it's all illusions you can't push away,
And then all the illusions of healing,
Becomes a pressing burden,
A burden you would want to step out of,
Even if it's for a moment,
But deep down you know,
You are broken and that's all there is,
You are in pain and in it you will forever dwell.
You are changed and will never be the same.

QUESTIONS

Have you ever seen someone,
And never lived a day without thinking about about...?

Have you ever met someone,
And thanked God from the first day?

Have you ever been with someone,
And wanted to spend to spend your enternity with...?

Have you ever heard someone speak,
And the voice never left your head?

Have you ever seen someone smile,
And you imagined hell when you imagined a world without...?

Have you ever heard someone laugh,
And you will do anything to hear the laugh again?

Have you ever loved someone,
And the... felt offended?

Have you ever...someone?
Questions only I can answer yes to all.

VICTIM

Tirelessly I work day and night,
Cleaning and scrubbing with all my might,
Trying yet not trying to rid my mind of the thief,
That stole my heart whole like a prof.

Tired and lonely I sob all day,
Hoping to my rescue she'll one day may,
She always plead in court not guilty,
And why does she think I'm the guilty?

Weak and tired my heart may appear,
Cold like rock and looks like not care,
But I'll tell you it's empty and that's just a hole,
For I told you it's stolen and devoured whole,

Now to my lovely thief and love,
Can you spread you wings and come from above?
Your poor victim wants nothing but favour,
To let me taste your heart just for the flavour.

PERSPECTIVE

Madmen are not only those that wear rags,
Or those that pick their food from a dumpster,
For a least they know when hungry,
And will never attempt taking their life.

The sick are not only those in bed,
Cos even when they are dying in parts,
And smelling the rottenness of their own skin,
They still want to live and hope to get better.

The dead are not only those in the grave,
Or the corpse that never had owners,
Left in the field as a feast for the bald birds,
At least they care to feed the birds and the sand.

The poor are not only the hungry ones,
That lives each at another's mercy,
For only food settles their need,
And soundly they sleep at night.

A Chance

Hello little dark hue angel,
Crowned you carved yourself a throne,
Upon the softest part of my heart,
Killing me with your remorseless arrow.

Nature's unfortunately fate made me a victim,
And till eternity I'll say I don't deserve this,
To sip my life out of a straw,
As nothing of the living bothers me anymore.

Calling to mind I pledged not to get hurt,
But this unlike any I've ever felt,
Not blaming you dear dove,
I was a fool to think I deserved you.

But my heart being the center of my being,
It's hard to deny what it needs for survival,
And if I can please adore you for one thing,
It's please give me a chance to prove I can be the one.

But I'd rather get hurt than you,
So with face skyward I pledge again,
To let me be the least of men,
If I should unjustly bring you hurt.

End The Misery

Here at the end of all things,
When everything is said and done,
Here I stand alone arms akimbo,
Walking breathing and alive,
Yet dead buried and forgotten.

When one thing seem right and all others wrong,
How can it be wrong all others right?
In the world's extreme corner I stand,
All done and ready to jump of the edge,
Into the dark endless void.

My only crime was being born mother nature,
If only you will look back and help a little,
Help lift this burden off my heart,
Or find other way to punish your child,
For this pain seem more than I can bear.

You can even lock my heart to love and care,
Two in a row all I want is an end,
Or to just just for a second in this world,
Feel that I'm the best in someone's life,
Whatever you have to do just end all the misery.

PEACE

Dedicated to the one

The only place I see pure peace is in your eyes,
And here is my wish if I'm to breath last,
To look into your eyes before I die,
And I would be that happiest that ever died.

I'm shouting for all the world to hear,
That after ages of wounds and scars,
Generations of lessons and graduations,
I'm standing with a different knowledge.

You may not know the burden I bear,
Perhaps you will never know or feel same,
But as long as I walk this dust earth,
I'll forever bear the burden of your weight within.

And with my head bowed in adoration,
I swear on your Pearl eyes this is not fake,
You can call it madness but I call it cowardice,
I fear above all to loose what I don't possess.

BLIND

With solid tears dropping from my eyes,

I look up to the sky as my dreams drifts away,

Empty clouds replaces my hopes,

And visions I once held so dear.

No but better if I had my hopes,

Patience also left with my dreams,

What is strength without vision,

Only tears now keep me company.

Now an empty vessel locked air tight,

I float around at the mercy of faith,

I'm stark naked in the dark,

Trying my best to hold on to life.

Lying on my back I try my visions again,

Only to discover that unfair nature left me blind,

Blind to everything I held so dear,

But not to tears I so detest.

Treasure

With voice lost from ages of screaming,
I stand alone in the middle of an ocean,
Shrilling for a treasure far off shore,
Praying a miracle will drive her to me.

I would spend my last dime on a fortune teller,
To tell of I am falling endlessly,
Or flying without wings,
Or at least to be sure of my sanity.

Like my head she owns my being,
My heart and breath hangs at her mercy,
In the midst of my sleepless nights I wonder,
If she'll ever answer my cowardice call,

But this one thing is for sure,
One day we'll laugh and toast to the cowardice,
And with a waving cap I'll stand in salute,
To only woman that ever made my heart skip a beat.

BROKEN SHELL

On a broken shell rests a fading love,
For fear of hurting more he dare not move,
Under scorching sun and devilish rain he waits,
And everyday that comes by he hates,
Judging every breath as a traitor,
Not knowing he is his own creator.

And u dare not look into his heart,
Or you will meet a caged wild cat,
Always on the move and ready to scratch,
And its stunts you can never match,
For lovely unfair love is an evil thing,
And can change even the least living thing,

For fear of hurting more,
In a broken shell he still stand sore,
And in a hopeless state hopes for a miracle,
While standing tall in a devils tabernacle,
Hidden...I watch and pity him with every cell,
Hoping he'll rise and push away the empty shell.

VOYAGE

It's been decades of voyage,
Sailing through this innocent world,
And at the peak of my foolishness,
This is the least I could learn.

That I should never shiver,
Whenever a storm is coming,
Or I'll catch cold faster,
It's hard to get warm in a boat.

And if I manage to fall overboard,
I gotta save my strength,
And not swim so hard,
My head only need to breath.

And if I'm lucky to drown,
I'll smile as I go down,
Waving at the fishes as I breath last,
For I'll be feeding a hungry fellow.

VILLAGE FOOTPATH

From door to door it moves,
Over the hills through the undergrowth,
Into the farms by the stream,
Overlooking fields with feeding lambs.

Brimming to the lid with peace,
Always tidy yet never swept,
Very narrow yet so long,
Endless but never tiring.

Even under a weeping sky,
Village footpath is best to ply,
For no dungeons of portholes exists,
Or devilish little ponds to soil your feet.

©uchenna

POEM

I will pick a pen to write a poem every night,
But just like any night my brain will close very tight,
Half way through the first stanza of a war poem,
All I can I can think of becomes cupid totem.

Even as I managed to get through the first stanza,
I feel like orderings a pizza,
Who will tell me what rhymes with stock,
No doubt about it that I’m stuck.

I can't believe it but I am in stanza three,
I think I will have a cup of tea,
For only a few can write such a line,
In such a short space of time.

I think I will lay my head in the pillow sleeping,
Haven spent the whole night writing,
At least I did not subject my pen to painful biting,
If this rubbish makes sense to you then happy reading.

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UNFAIR

When I was a little boy,
Still playing in the sand with toy,
I saw life as seriously unfair,
But I still wonder if it's fair.

I often asked why I'm dark hue,
Or why humans aren't created blue,
Why I sweat to climb a tree,
While birds simply fly free.

And I asked why the cripples are there,
Despite all the distress they bear,
Why the blind only have his teeth,
To tell if his food is stone or meat.

Everyday I'll stand to watch the cars,
As their tires whistles on the tars,
And I wondered who can afford those things,
As most can hardly afford milk tins.

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