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I've been undone by youYou untied, unlaced and left me behind Behind and alone so damn many times in the shadowsShadows filled with the unraveling dreams I once lived Lived and yes, lovedLoved once too, even by you©charlieka
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Strangers who met at the lonely cafeCafe which only opened on darkest daysDays which kept them awakeAwake as if high on adrenaline, lost in waysWays which had put them togetherTogether was always betterBetter than being aloneAlone when you can't find a homeHome where you looked for comfortComfort that came from deep inside thier heartsHearts met, like soul and body, of two strangers.©ji_jiivisha
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(Part2)Kaya kahit hindi man makaramdam yang unan moMagpasalamat ka pa din dahil may tagasalo ng mga luha moSa tuwing wala kang mapagsabihan Andyan lang yan para iyong sandalan...©mojakoo016
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(Part1)Ang tanging sandalan kapag ang puso ay sugatanAng tanging nakakaalam ng yong tunay na nararamdaman Ang iyong sandigan sa tuwing ika'y nasasaktan At ang tanging tagatahan sa tuwing di mona alam ang iyong nararamdaman©mojakoo016
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Of jointed hearts, home and hope
the tragedy of the dark continent
-Lucky Dube lived a South Africanand died a Nigerianthe vast contrast in that is irksomehow do one cure a home?
how do we quench the fire of ethnic prejudice?
a little more love, a little more love.
i pray brothers learnthat when their father's parlour is torn between fists and pestles,
no one eats pounded yam inside a broken mortar.
in vain, our investment in warcraft,
our folded arms turns away embrace; bloody eyes, thick grimace,
yet love waits outside the cycle.a little more love, a little more love.
maybe we will be wise enough to let love kiss our wilesmaybe we'll learn to drop our vests of steel and allow our scars of war heal.
just maybe, we'll ever choose love above that which cleaves us
in the confines of it,
differences do not make a difference.
her feasible serenity must start from me,
the seeds in my loins must hear of this poweralas! the reckless chain breaks.a little more love, a little more love.
when I sow my seeds,
i shall whisper to the black soil;
mother, when you bring forth thy harvest,
tell them children, sweetness lies in their cornfield,
and so hath the wheat of the south.
there's so much to fill every mouth,
if your hands do not grow dry and bitter.a little more love, a little more love.
we then sing of how our blades became rusty and bluntwhile the message becomes our legacy.
new day, new hope for all.
how we made violin of guns,
flutes of pistols,
how we beat drums out of heavy mortals.
how Africa found her dancing steps on grace filled altar.a little more love, a little more love.
-Opeyemi Oso & Ayo-Kayode Abayomi
Poetry finds its rhythm in music.
P. S., this piece is a collaborative poem in pieces from a poet and a songwriter.
If you look keenly,
Africa lies somewherebeyond these jointed lines.©opeyemi_oso