Submissions by OneLove
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2014 11:57pm
22nd Feb 2014 11:57pm
Man, Blood, Diamonds and the Kingdom
NB: This is a rather long write folks, so if you do make it to the end I hope it would have been worth the read...
Opening my eyes
Lifeless
Silently analysing the world where I...
Was raised to be a man
Scars of past battles carved into my flesh
I've been cursed to wear them forever
Almost As if memories of those battles
Is not a large enough burden to bear
This time though the siege is unrelenting
Overpowered and out numbered by the demons
Weaker and weaker, every blow hits deeper and deeper
Surrounded, the onslaught is brutal,...
Opening my eyes
Lifeless
Silently analysing the world where I...
Was raised to be a man
Scars of past battles carved into my flesh
I've been cursed to wear them forever
Almost As if memories of those battles
Is not a large enough burden to bear
This time though the siege is unrelenting
Overpowered and out numbered by the demons
Weaker and weaker, every blow hits deeper and deeper
Surrounded, the onslaught is brutal,...
67 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
28th Dec 2013 5:14pm
28th Dec 2013 5:14pm
THE New World Order
For many centuries the earth was ruled
By some group or individual
Romans, Churches, Kings and Emperors clutched onto seats of power
Oppressing the masses in some manner or the other
The 20th Century dawned
Hope tricked through each of the earths four corners
Cause the people sensed that this would be the modern age
Where the people could be elevated as equals no longer slaves
Indeed change was forth coming
However the debate on who would lead us
Ended in a world war, twice. Again at the expense of us
Only for it to end in a stalemate, cue...
By some group or individual
Romans, Churches, Kings and Emperors clutched onto seats of power
Oppressing the masses in some manner or the other
The 20th Century dawned
Hope tricked through each of the earths four corners
Cause the people sensed that this would be the modern age
Where the people could be elevated as equals no longer slaves
Indeed change was forth coming
However the debate on who would lead us
Ended in a world war, twice. Again at the expense of us
Only for it to end in a stalemate, cue...
65 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2013 1:20pm
22nd Dec 2013 1:20pm
A parable concerning Love
Love is deep. The depths of which we all seek to reach.
But its not just a single pit for one to blindly fall into.
No! its a complex network of tributaries,
Which inter-weave through two heart sized labyrinths.
Too Many angles and levels to explore infact.
Near misses of past
A couple of near connections.
But never a perfect match.
Each of us harbour scars from the knife,
Of a scorned love. One which cut us deeply inside.
But we seek love still, as if it never did cut with a knife.
The truth is, love is the currency of life...
But its not just a single pit for one to blindly fall into.
No! its a complex network of tributaries,
Which inter-weave through two heart sized labyrinths.
Too Many angles and levels to explore infact.
Near misses of past
A couple of near connections.
But never a perfect match.
Each of us harbour scars from the knife,
Of a scorned love. One which cut us deeply inside.
But we seek love still, as if it never did cut with a knife.
The truth is, love is the currency of life...
83 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Dec 2013 6:45pm
11th Dec 2013 6:45pm
a beautiful, deranged mind...
Hundreds of little babbling voices in my head.
All wrestling for my span of attention.
Each one bringing his argument forth.
To convince me of why his idea aught to become alpha thought.
Its a melting pot rift with would be thoughts.
Inner demons stir up the concoction.
Not satisfied still, they fill it up some more.
Till the contents spill over. In doing so, impeding my speed of talk.
Faster and faster I speak, becoming pressed for thought.
That's why my dialect comes across as hasty and incoherent.
For my thought pot simmers with a...
All wrestling for my span of attention.
Each one bringing his argument forth.
To convince me of why his idea aught to become alpha thought.
Its a melting pot rift with would be thoughts.
Inner demons stir up the concoction.
Not satisfied still, they fill it up some more.
Till the contents spill over. In doing so, impeding my speed of talk.
Faster and faster I speak, becoming pressed for thought.
That's why my dialect comes across as hasty and incoherent.
For my thought pot simmers with a...
93 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Dec 2013 9:27pm
9th Dec 2013 9:27pm
Nelson Mandela- The Eulogy
God bless Africa, I am a son of these sands. Sacred and old.
Sands which elegantly drape the sahara in robes of gold
Passive and calm though
Radiating from the sweltering eye of Apollo
These are the sands which ground my roots
Feeding my family tree from the foot
Indeed My forefathers were her seeds too
Often ploughing through the farms just to earn a plate of food
Therein lies the irony of a paradox
Mama Africa! Within her bosom lies sufficient nourishment for her offspring
But instead my labour is reimbursed by way of a...
Sands which elegantly drape the sahara in robes of gold
Passive and calm though
Radiating from the sweltering eye of Apollo
These are the sands which ground my roots
Feeding my family tree from the foot
Indeed My forefathers were her seeds too
Often ploughing through the farms just to earn a plate of food
Therein lies the irony of a paradox
Mama Africa! Within her bosom lies sufficient nourishment for her offspring
But instead my labour is reimbursed by way of a...
140 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Nov 2013 8:34pm
21st Nov 2013 8:34pm
Truth in Treason
Happy Birthday echoed in Caps lock all around the room
Faces of kin all sharing in the celebratory mood
Toasts of honour flowed from champagne glasses too
Speeches and rekindled tales of old met bursts of laughter from a few
But I wasn't buying the hype, from behind the shadows I stood and looked
At the head of the table sat my mother
A place Reserved only for kings, queens and quests of honour
All the above is exactly what she was
The birthday girl, on that day no person alive could be seated any higher above
Dressed in robes befitting...
Faces of kin all sharing in the celebratory mood
Toasts of honour flowed from champagne glasses too
Speeches and rekindled tales of old met bursts of laughter from a few
But I wasn't buying the hype, from behind the shadows I stood and looked
At the head of the table sat my mother
A place Reserved only for kings, queens and quests of honour
All the above is exactly what she was
The birthday girl, on that day no person alive could be seated any higher above
Dressed in robes befitting...
68 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2013 9:47pm
15th Nov 2013 9:47pm
Long Lost Friend...
Its been a long while
Since we got to kick it and spend some time
Its easy to blame it on the day to day monotony of life
But harder still to admit to a neglected relationship
But before we plunge so deep
How have you been
I wanna say I miss you but I don't wanna seam so weak
I've always wondered about your well-being
Often Half heartedly reaching for the phone Its just my pride wouldn't let me
Oh word you been good
Yeah I'd say the same for me too
If you don't mind me asking you
The undertone in your voice raise an alarm bell or two...
Since we got to kick it and spend some time
Its easy to blame it on the day to day monotony of life
But harder still to admit to a neglected relationship
But before we plunge so deep
How have you been
I wanna say I miss you but I don't wanna seam so weak
I've always wondered about your well-being
Often Half heartedly reaching for the phone Its just my pride wouldn't let me
Oh word you been good
Yeah I'd say the same for me too
If you don't mind me asking you
The undertone in your voice raise an alarm bell or two...
52 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Oct 2013 5:59pm
25th Oct 2013 5:59pm
As a single man.
Lord knows my inner pleas
My yearnings for a abundant life and meaning
Which will hopefully make a life one worth living
And quieten the silent mockings echoing from my inner demons
Everyday seems about the same as the last
Monotony dictating every thought and action
A devote slave to routine wondering a predefined path
Quietly holding a candle of hope of some day finding his other half
I did love
Once
I reminisce still
Deeper yet, I reminisce still...
Holding hands as we walk
Giggling and stumbling through the mall
After...
My yearnings for a abundant life and meaning
Which will hopefully make a life one worth living
And quieten the silent mockings echoing from my inner demons
Everyday seems about the same as the last
Monotony dictating every thought and action
A devote slave to routine wondering a predefined path
Quietly holding a candle of hope of some day finding his other half
I did love
Once
I reminisce still
Deeper yet, I reminisce still...
Holding hands as we walk
Giggling and stumbling through the mall
After...
70 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Sep 2013 9:29am
27th Sep 2013 9:29am
Slippin'
I'm slippin, I'm falling, I can't get up
I said, I'm slippin. I'm falling. I can't get up.
Even though I'm slippin and falling, I know I got to get up
Cause its the end of the road if I don't get up
Screaming like a sanctified demon
Screaming like a soul gnashing his teeth
Screaming like it was scorching in the belly of the beast
Screaming,
To be freed...
Freed, from his prison
SCREAMING!!!
Screaming...for help, can you hear him?
Arched over above the thirst chapped soil on buckled knees
Bones and flesh give way...
I said, I'm slippin. I'm falling. I can't get up.
Even though I'm slippin and falling, I know I got to get up
Cause its the end of the road if I don't get up
Screaming like a sanctified demon
Screaming like a soul gnashing his teeth
Screaming like it was scorching in the belly of the beast
Screaming,
To be freed...
Freed, from his prison
SCREAMING!!!
Screaming...for help, can you hear him?
Arched over above the thirst chapped soil on buckled knees
Bones and flesh give way...
72 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2013 5:26pm
18th Sep 2013 5:26pm
An Epistle from an Apostle
Life is an everyday struggle
It was once said: To Live- Is to suffer,
But to survive- Is to find somethin'
which is worth living for.
That death, may be an honourable celebration for
The works of your hands and the fruits of your cause.
Not an excuse to mourn the 'what ifs' of a lost cause
Or become Like the man who buried the one talent he received from the lord.
We only get one life
Only once chance to get it right
Salvation is the olive branch, however
Extended by the messiah, to those who choose to repent
Christ...
It was once said: To Live- Is to suffer,
But to survive- Is to find somethin'
which is worth living for.
That death, may be an honourable celebration for
The works of your hands and the fruits of your cause.
Not an excuse to mourn the 'what ifs' of a lost cause
Or become Like the man who buried the one talent he received from the lord.
We only get one life
Only once chance to get it right
Salvation is the olive branch, however
Extended by the messiah, to those who choose to repent
Christ...
124 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Sep 2013 10:59pm
5th Sep 2013 10:59pm
ADHD- The Dysfunctional Mind
This can't be life, there's gotta be more
Than Ponderous thoughts
That Reverberate back and forth
Off each one of the four walls
Which corner off,
the boundaries of my world, behind a closed bedroom door
Oft times my mind strays.
Back and forth, to and fro, still as water. Maimed.
Observing the mysteries of ancient
Thoughts spouting about and out, penetrating
metaphysical existences, plains where mortality is unwelcome to linger or stay
The story of a troubled mind
One in which anarchy and confusion thrives
Where Mind body and...
Than Ponderous thoughts
That Reverberate back and forth
Off each one of the four walls
Which corner off,
the boundaries of my world, behind a closed bedroom door
Oft times my mind strays.
Back and forth, to and fro, still as water. Maimed.
Observing the mysteries of ancient
Thoughts spouting about and out, penetrating
metaphysical existences, plains where mortality is unwelcome to linger or stay
The story of a troubled mind
One in which anarchy and confusion thrives
Where Mind body and...
130 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2013 4:25pm
17th Jun 2013 4:25pm
Genesis
I've written many a poem
Deep in its meanings, verbalizing my soul
Complex by nature cause it symbolizes my soul
Feeding a release with every drop of ink that leaks from the pen that I hold
Freeing trapped feelings which I vehemently withhold
Feelings too sacred, too intimate and too secret for any one man alive to know
I've written from so many angles
From contradicting perspectives
To advocating arguments on behalf of the devils and his advocates
Even betrayed my essence in writing blasphemous
In search of enlightenment, writing...
Deep in its meanings, verbalizing my soul
Complex by nature cause it symbolizes my soul
Feeding a release with every drop of ink that leaks from the pen that I hold
Freeing trapped feelings which I vehemently withhold
Feelings too sacred, too intimate and too secret for any one man alive to know
I've written from so many angles
From contradicting perspectives
To advocating arguments on behalf of the devils and his advocates
Even betrayed my essence in writing blasphemous
In search of enlightenment, writing...
148 reads
7 Comments
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