I seek a sweet space for children of every race I'll hunt for an abundant grace That I'll last beyond days We cannot wait on tomorrow to heal their several sorrows A way out, I beg to know before the birth

Blame me for not coursing the safe routes but impaired to this paths of perdition which encircled me as a snare Blame my rod for entering every vent but never blame the wound for refusing to stay dry blame

The world has refused to be civil She's armed with vices and evils Mysteries no one can unravel A situation that leaves me marvelled The whistle of wind so wild An atmosphere apparently defiled Since I

Never again will I spend my sunset with them who will be gone by sunrise Never again will I shed tears for them who will never lend a shoulder when I am down Never again will I be there for them who will

Time and season restlessness with a reason They both wait for no one uneasiness that can't be done With the speed of light they easily get out of sight A movement that can't relent they don't condone the

This too, will fly A boy sings a song Melody amorphous like the body of water A boy's tongue is a slippery altar Where God falls every now and then Into thorn lyrics A boy was not born to Sing This is

When infirmity sets its motions in you and wrinkle the part of your skin course while your sun sinks in the west, for waste and memories resurrect with its virtue of regret I will be there for you, mother.

An adoration apparently appropriate A devotion desperately deliberate A piece of a perfect poetic mind no truth will be left behind Worship woven with wisdom Hands raised to a heavenly kingdom A heart

A lady in the neighborhood with an an appearance really good She glowed from where she stood A stern stare changed my mood I approached her with confidence poise armed with great vehemence Language remains

Through thick and thin we willingly win Success beyond comprehension Sweetness remain the sensation Through struggle n strains. our pain will soon ply the drains Succour like a soothing balm the coming

A portrait of a living room carries my father's smile Like it's the only thing his teeth was meant for He was standing next to mother Smile gently creamed on her lips Like a snowflakes Something that has

do you know That there's a world away from this world ? and this world in some of this lines is a safe way to a white world full of greener grasses Whose sight sit on Cloud nine... the way to that world

Dear God and creator I am upset with you Today I watch the wretched hands of death steal the bloom of joy from a mother's arms. I saw a bleeding woman from her soul drown in unquenchable pain created by

I'm daldon, a student of Information Technology at the Federal University of Technology, Akure. I'm a guy of low height and also dark in completion. One of the things I love doing is writing articles,

Impossibility is mere fiction; a deceitful depiction. Life may seems invincible; everything is always possible. Never throw in the towel; success is an active bowel. Fuel your dreams dying fire; the sky

There's something Gordy about books that have names for everything They are priced in god and gold even when they are just what the authors made them and authors make only what they are made of mistakes.