tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74733203349355260272024-02-21T14:26:25.472+01:00Best of PoetryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730545352847699717noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473320334935526027.post-13411822803203942552016-07-21T02:36:00.002+01:002016-07-21T02:40:58.101+01:00StillEternity is worthwhile<br />
Cos your beauty is timeless<br />
Ageless smiles<br />
Captured in a moment<br />
My mind can't comprehend<br />
The end of how it began<br />
Hold it right there<br />
While I soak it in<br />
Frame by frame<br />
Pixel by Pixel<br />
Hold it...<br />
Cut me lose<br />
No.<br />
I don't wanna leave<br />
Staying.<br />
Lost Forever.<br />
With You.<br />
In this moment.<br />
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[Inspired by the Timeless Beauty of Venice, a city I miss so much]<br />
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<span id="goog_1128319859"></span><span id="goog_1128319860"></span><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730545352847699717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473320334935526027.post-65599224601570719052013-09-16T03:21:00.001+01:002013-09-16T03:38:31.915+01:00Spark | Energy | Fire!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<b><i><span style="color: orange;">Well this is a short piece I did for a corporate (official) event but I didn't get to read it due to time constraints. So...here it is for your enjoyment... :)</span></i></b><br />
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<b><br /></b>
<b><br /></b>
<b>Prelude</b><br />
Spark, Energy and Fire met for a drink<br />
To discuss and catch up on trivial things<br />
Who in his wildest thought would ever think<br />
that they all came from the same family tree<br />
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<b>I - SPARK</b><br />
I'm the invisible painting on the empty canvass,<br />
the future you saw this morning in bed<br />
I'm the wonderful mix of ideas trapped in your head<br />
the beautiful scribble of the curious toddler<br />
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Nurture my spark cuz I'm volatile<br />
I am Imagination<br />
<br />
<b>II - ENERGY</b><br />
I'm the explosive colours in the artist's mind<br />
unscripted rhythm of a dancer's movement<br />
Locked within every man searching to find<br />
I'm the wisdom of years captured in a moment.<br />
<br />
I give energy to the spark in you.<br />
I am Creativity.<br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>III - FIRE</b><br />
Let me feel your spark<br />
Unleash your energy<br />
Like a walk in the park,<br />
Will be our synergy<br />
<br />
Let your passion burn<br />
with the world in ovation<br />
Because an idea is born<br />
Call me Innovation!
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in memory of our fallen heroes<br />
no play of words as we express our grief<br />
once again we mourn silently.<br />
<br />
The morning we woke up to a northern blast<br />
thinking how long would this last<br />
in the evening we would regret so fast<br />
what remains of the labours of heroes past?<br />
<br />
light the candles from east to west<br />
hold your peace from north to south<br />
remains of our pride we defend in a continual quest<br />
no tears, no fears, deep silence cries out<br />
<br />
green white green flown at half-mast<br />
the news we watched in utter shock and awe<br />
events unfolding as confusion loomed<br />
what still remains of the labours of heroes past?<br />
<br />
loving memories of one-five-three<br />
we reminisce each moment of time thus spent<br />
living and loving like today was the last<br />
for what we do in life echoes in eternity<br />
<br />
One more time we will light the candles<br />
this time we would hold our heads high<br />
one last time, we will rise in honour<br />
In loving memories of one-five-three<br />
<br />
One, depicting the way our motherland should be<br />
Five, representing the grace our Father thus gives<br />
Three, the day in June that shook us to our knees<br />
One-Five-Three, may their gentle souls rest in peace.<br />
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<br />
What makes me tick?<br />
out of what would I pick<br />
What makes me sick?<br />
like gum would the thoughts stick<br />
<br />
Strings of the heart, a tune of broken chords,<br />
Searching for a song among broken records,<br />
rising symphony of the wind's harsh wheezing<br />
falling hopes of the audience increasing<br />
<br />
We sat and watched at the empty conductor's stand<br />
wondering if he respected our time or even his band<br />
we predicted who he'd be, well, at least a touch of class<br />
our conductor we had never seen, as time did pass<br />
<br />
Suddenly! Lights flash, still hall, a great presence<br />
Faint sounds of the cello welcomed Him with reverence<br />
three sessions and three later, the tunes began to make sense<br />
"You have my mind and I live in you", thats all he said hence<br />
<br />
Not all in the hall enjoyed the nice chimes<br />
Not all were in the hall in those beautiful times<br />
just like His tales of many centuries foretold<br />
to be like him seemed like an ambition hard to withhold<br />
<br />
Two milleniums later, I'm here in the same hall<br />
Staring at the empty conductor's seat with same appaul<br />
Suddenly! Lights flash and the I hear a still small voice,<br />
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<br />
so humble it beamed, covering every flaw.<br />
<br />
Your warm heart and demeanor I admired in secret,<br />
<br />
in a world of sorrow, your joy expression would defeat.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
many said you were hardworking, to that I concur,<br />
<br />
the days and nights of endless toil, never would it occur,<br />
<br />
that I'd wake one morn to hear that you're gone,<br />
<br />
"Never", I'd say, "Never!"... my heart with grief torn.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The journey of life we know is one long bumpy one,<br />
<br />
at certain stops will some alight, never to go on.<br />
<br />
Death they say puts life in perspective,<br />
<br />
moments of our lives we recount, assuming the retrospective.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
One day for sure we'd be clothed in shiny robes,<br />
<br />
ambience of peaceful worship, descent of white doves.<br />
<br />
I'll scold you and embrace you and ask why you didn't tell us,<br />
<br />
But for now with a heavy heart I say ... "Rest In Peace Femi".<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473320334935526027.post-67298477454219074432011-10-03T22:44:00.000+01:002011-10-03T22:48:59.749+01:00Nigeria<div style="color: orange;">
<b>An Independence Day collabo by Shai, Somto & Mikesfrequency (me) </b></div>
<b><br /></b><br />
<b style="color: #f1c232;">Shai</b>: <br />
My name is North<br />
Often misunderstood, but not a nut<br />
Royally born, I strut flaunting my glittering crest,<br />
Hence, my name I believe comes first.<br />
<br />
<br />
Stand aside brothers! Be in my way and I have no choice<br />
But to come at you with my brute force<br />
Why I ask, do you connive so?<br />
You whom I have loved dearly so<br />
<br />
My steps I have since re-traced<br />
Back to ways nearly effaced<br />
Let it be known, this is my new creed<br />
Your turn to make a choice or bleed<br />
<br />
East, West and South my brethren<br />
Always cuddling to that felon called master<br />
Forgetting we took a solemn oath together<br />
My hands touching the totem first<br />
Here you are treating me poorly, while we tear at each other<br />
Born and bred by the same mother<br />
I wonder if either you East, South or West do remember..<br />
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*********************<br />
I am the West<br />
And I have known you from birth<br />
But, how did we come to this pass?<br />
Where we set out to maim and cause each other death?<br />
<br />
From birth I knew you<br />
Remember we gathered and sang an anthem?<br />
Pledging each other love and oneness<br />
Our lips now fill with sourness.<br />
<br />
Our hearts turn to hatred<br />
And our pride still we hold sacred<br />
Even if tattered and much battered<br />
I wonder if you know what I do in my head.<br />
<br />
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<b style="color: yellow;">Somto</b>: <br />
I am East and I know what you do in your head.<br />
I can feel all the negative tension from your end<br />
For a sin they say we are soaked in.<br />
A sin no one sees but everyone believes in.<br />
<br />
We live together; even the houses don’t mind our differences.<br />
So why is our friendship choked by our tribal influences?<br />
Why can’t I see you and call you ‘Nwannem’?<br />
Why do I look at you and spit out the words ‘enyim’?<br />
<br />
Same color, same likes, same dance, same beat<br />
Same sound as the mortar and the pestle meet<br />
Yet we struggle with not just the north,<br />
Now we battle even within the same hut.<br />
<br />
My clock is ticking<br />
When will East meet West?<br />
And the battle feet come to a rest?<br />
When will the east meet the South<br />
And the gun fire is less than a sound?<br />
When will the east meet North?<br />
And we all gather for a palm wine shot?<br />
*******************<br />
<b style="color: orange;">Mikesfrequency:</b><br />
I am the South<br />
<br />
Hold it North! Tread softly on my grounds<br />
Your lust has gone beyond bounds<br />
East stay away from my toil<br />
West, don’t dare touch my oil.<br />
<br />
We are children of the night<br />
War songs under the moonlight<br />
Darting suspicious eyes, each tribe apart<br />
Once upon a time, we were many voices with one heart<br />
<br />
Labours of our heroes forgotten fast<br />
A lost cliché in some memory past<br />
We’re one lasting choice from together<br />
Our hearts beating in unison forever<br />
Moving beyond nomenclature, no criteria<br />
No East, West, South or North, just one Nigeria!<br />
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I smile when I can,<br />
We pay our taxes,<br />
they obey the rules.<br />
<br />
What exactly is this thing?<br />
so small yet humbles the mighty,<br />
so great yet touches even the smallest of things,<br />
and so vague, you just forgot the meaning.<br />
<br />
Is it hugging that loved one,<br />
or missing a lost relative?<br />
Is it forgiving a grudge,<br />
or kissing an old friend?<br />
<br />
I ask myself and I ask you too,<br />
so complex you almost forgot its letters,<br />
so simple it's true meaning eludes your conscious,<br />
what exactly is this thing?<br />
<br />
Love is patient but he has to shut her up this time<br />
Love is kind but the dirty beggar shouldn't have touched my hand<br />
Love is not boastful but she's way below his league<br />
Love overlooks wrongs but this one is exceptional<br />
<br />
I could tell you I knew all about love and you'd criticize<br />
I could tell you I knew nothing bout it and you'd condescend<br />
What truly is Love?<br />
<br />
I tell you a truth that's hard to break,<br />
Love is trying to be like a man you never saw.<br />
Love is that same man choosing to die for someone he hasn't even met - you.
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<br />
These are the rules:<br />
<ol><li>You must be a follower on the Homepage </li>
<li>Compose your own 4-verse stanza in-line with the theme of the 2 stanzas of the poem below.(Only one stanza allowed per person). i.e. only 4 lines of poem allowed per individual.</li>
<li>Drop your composed poem in the comments below</li>
<li>Spread the word. Winners will get an ordered copy of any of Myne Whitman's book listed below + A free exclusive Blog Design for a Non-blogger.</li>
<li>One of the books to be won are 'A Heart To Mend' or 'A Love Rekindled', both by Myne Whitman</li>
</ol>Now here are my 2 stanzas...<br />
<br />
<blockquote>Our heart in His hand, a fragile glass<br />
His voice in your heart, an echoing verse<br />
My thought in His head, a strange puzzle<br />
the discernment of our minds, a constant tussle.<br />
<br />
we are victors of war, never fought<br />
reverie of ideas, never bought<br />
we've dreamt enough, time's up<br />
time for swift action, waking up</blockquote>(Continue in the comments section, one stanza per person) Have fun!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473320334935526027.post-39683325143056368862011-07-21T13:39:00.001+01:002011-07-21T13:46:55.156+01:00Romance Instructor by Oluwaseun Ogundolapo<div style="color: orange;"><b>This is a beautiful rendition by a talented word artist...Only @ moi frequency *wink*</b></div><b><span style="color: orange;">(Feel free to leave your comments below)</span></b><br />
<br />
I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine<br />
She asked what was wrong, I said I was fine<br />
With her two hands she brought me to a stand<br />
What happened after wasn’t what I planned<br />
<br />
I found myself in her arms<br />
It looked as if I was caught by her charms<br />
She held me tight and wasn’t going to let go<br />
At that moment she forgot what was called ego<br />
<br />
She felt my heart beating very fast<br />
Like I was in a stage play, being the only cast<br />
Suddenly, I noticed her mouth on my lips<br />
And slowly she held my hands and placed it on her hips<br />
<br />
Jesus I called but he didn't respond<br />
And then I began to wonder if I was ever warned<br />
The temple of the holy spirit was about to crash<br />
But I was incapacitated to do a dash<br />
<br />
My temperature started rising,<br />
But to her, it wasn’t surprising,<br />
She started kissing me like the world was going to end<br />
I tried understanding why, but I couldn’t comprehend<br />
<br />
Some milliseconds later everything started going wrong<br />
As she began to sing a strange song,<br />
At that point, I thought; I needed a doctor<br />
And she suddenly became a romance instructor<br />
<br />
"Don’t kiss me slowly, it’s my taboo"<br />
"Hold me tight, feel my tattoo"<br />
"Don’t touch me there, touch me here"<br />
I started getting pissed, to be sincere.<br />
<br />
I began resisting,<br />
She continued persisting,<br />
I was losing the battle against her wish,<br />
My conscience was calling, but I was out of reach.<br />
<br />
"God, let this cup pass over me please"<br />
That was my prayer when she asked for another kiss<br />
But this time, I was in total control of myself<br />
She got angry and pushed me towards the shelf<br />
<br />
I won the battle after all<br />
I finally answered my conscience’s call<br />
Those minutes with the romance instructor were really tough<br />
But thank God, I knew when to say "I’ve had enough"<br />
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Or the distance in my steps.<br />
It has nothing to do with the gap in my thoughts,<br />
Or the galaxies in their orbits.<br />
<br />
SPACE<br />
<br />
I am not talking about the pressing of bodies in the mall,<br />
Or the sharing of smell in the elevator.<br />
I sit in the bus, nodding my head to the beat of the music,<br />
While my feet is disrespecting the floor.<br />
I put my hand by the corner of the broken window,<br />
And the old woman beside me looks at me like an intruder.<br />
She just doesn’t get it; she wasn’t created to be alone<br />
She wasn’t created to have her space, for her space is my space.<br />
<br />
<br />
No need to ask God for proof,<br />
For the proof is right in front of us.<br />
The air you inhaled is the one I exhaled,<br />
The money you gave the <i>alaye</i> is the one he gave me as change,<br />
And the thief you chased away is the one that robbed my <i>aboki</i>,<br />
You passed your exams, and I got the injection,<br />
You failed your exams and the pothole burst my tyre.<br />
<br />
‘You are invading my space’ I say to you<br />
‘So why are you on my road?’ You ask me<br />
It is a waste of time to fight for space,<br />
For we have created everything that invades space,<br />
And when God created Adam, HE always comes for a-visiting<br />
The only thing spacious about space is the space they taught us in computer school. <br />
<br />
There is nothing called space for we are in each other's face.</span></div><iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?app_id=226602727353561&href=http%3A%2F%2Fmikesfrequency-poetry.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F05%2Fspace-by-somto-s-okeke.html&send=true&layout=box_count&width=450&show_faces=true&action=like&colorscheme=light&font&height=90" style="border: medium none; height: 90px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473320334935526027.post-70380561121958493902011-04-24T20:59:00.002+01:002011-04-24T21:07:43.239+01:00April Breeze<i>A short piece with a deep message...</i><br />
<br />
<br />
Its a tale of never-ending words<br />
<br />
Simple yet subtle, piercing as a sword<br />
Twilight moon breeze escorts the setting sun<br />
I'll never grow weary of telling till the early morn<br />
Lords and Ladies, Masters and Minions<br />
Lessons of love humble their millions<br />
<br />
Looming vagueness lingering on hope<br />
Onward marching with bloodshot eyes<br />
Victors in perseverance, head held high<br />
Each one bearing unique signs of pain...<br />
<br />
Understand their freedom to let go, yet love again.<br />
<br />
<div style="color: orange;"><i>Dedicated to you. Happy birthday.</i></div><iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fmikesfrequency-poetry.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F04%2Fapril-breeze.html&layout=box_count&show_faces=true&width=450&action=like&font&colorscheme=light&height=65" style="border: medium none; height: 65px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473320334935526027.post-3243353129250633982011-03-03T14:14:00.003+01:002011-03-03T16:21:16.493+01:00Ticking Away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG496eNxJ5DWUIkbAuaV9gYvyykpPaYu7LxaJzQjYRGJrQJzAqIss00Q1wyiWYSK4hYZsG3LupiRQazcQjvLvYpC8bJCVwAi-W3Pyg4HLG5MVA3s6gNjIIei1gr-jA7TYj3mC-gE_gqmA/s1600/time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG496eNxJ5DWUIkbAuaV9gYvyykpPaYu7LxaJzQjYRGJrQJzAqIss00Q1wyiWYSK4hYZsG3LupiRQazcQjvLvYpC8bJCVwAi-W3Pyg4HLG5MVA3s6gNjIIei1gr-jA7TYj3mC-gE_gqmA/s200/time.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Tick tock...think and talk,<br />
all the hours round the clock,<br />
up the hill and down the alley,<br />
Born today, tomorrow we marry.<br />
<br />
He crawled yesterday...walked today,<br />
she's born today...tomorrow dying,<br />
tick tock...think and talk<br />
will you tomorrow tick with the clock?<br />
<br />
Every heartbeat, another deficit,<br />
to and fro the earth...life's deceit,<br />
tick tock...think and talk,<br />
the blooming flower was once a stalk.<br />
<br />
I love you today, not sure of tomorrow,<br />
greatest paradox like joyful sorrow,<br />
tick tock...think and talk,<br />
let's all hope we keep ticking with the clock!<br />
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the weary loads...many,<br />
trying hard to be good,<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPHjlEI83OZN-9LfCH7YDYG3pDpS5DB4Dzt-WDeL0eCq2H7Ai1WfAgLSIPFrQplr-kaiBS3lvL71BzZRvfC4xh_D7qMRBiQGfNH-ECrqKH-I1il3-l5gzooN9mQy0s-OmASz7TzhNg40/s1600/stormy+night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPHjlEI83OZN-9LfCH7YDYG3pDpS5DB4Dzt-WDeL0eCq2H7Ai1WfAgLSIPFrQplr-kaiBS3lvL71BzZRvfC4xh_D7qMRBiQGfNH-ECrqKH-I1il3-l5gzooN9mQy0s-OmASz7TzhNg40/s1600/stormy+night.jpg" /></a></div>to the needy I gave food.<br />
<br />
I'm stuck at crossroads,<br />
Lord, on life's boat I row.<br />
<br />
Now comes the storm on a cold windy night,<br />
over-awing my little self, burden's never light,<br />
rowing and paddling with all my might,<br />
On a cold stormy windy black night.<br />
<br />
Sobbing and crying and wailing like a child,<br />
every passing second only got wild,<br />
then I gave in to the wicked empty sea,<br />
Do what you must...and please do it fast!<br />
<br />
Just when I thought all hope was lost,<br />
on life's stormy windy sea, forgot,<br />
came a soft gentle voice amidst my thoughts,<br />
saying with ease, "I won't mess with your will",<br />
...all I'm saying is Peace Be Still."<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Please sit back, sip some juice and enjoy!...*wink*</i></span><br />
<br />
<br />
Hello my beautiful baby,<br />
I’m writing to let you know what will definitely be<br />
I know it’s hard for you to leave the position you’re holding up there<br />
But you need to know that I really need you down here<br />
<br />
I’ve waited so long for us to meet<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJaHRTiVCt2tisEcPMlB1ISgHuWzPQ-c7YgtmVV1PTBkHqfz5hQ-17BtWbyJQQwRQkA3Kbmw9vzz-fhE2Pq_smUT46U4L0rcqzgo9FY_52b95-nbyGYBKDn3gxTLWXMXfnq_bdyxJUzGM/s1600/moji.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJaHRTiVCt2tisEcPMlB1ISgHuWzPQ-c7YgtmVV1PTBkHqfz5hQ-17BtWbyJQQwRQkA3Kbmw9vzz-fhE2Pq_smUT46U4L0rcqzgo9FY_52b95-nbyGYBKDn3gxTLWXMXfnq_bdyxJUzGM/s320/moji.jpg" width="232" /></a></div>And each day goes by with increased heartbeat<br />
I just can’t wait for us to walk hand in hand<br />
I hope you will understand<br />
<br />
Allow me the pleasure of bringing you down to earth<br />
Allow me the privilege of bringing you close to my heart<br />
Allow me to take you through the path no one will<br />
Allow me to show I care when you tell me how you feel<br />
<br />
I want to cuddle you round my arms<br />
Protect you against any harm<br />
I want to have you feel the warmth of my embrace<br />
And always bring smiles to your face<br />
<br />
Imagine you and I sitting alone in the garden<br />
Wearing my Versace and you wearing your Pierre Cardin<br />
Imagine us having fun<br />
With cups of ice cream and a bowl of pop corn<br />
<br />
You are my treasure and my pride<br />
And I know you’ll make a beautiful bride<br />
Mojisola, my lovely angel<br />
I will always be with you, even when you go through hell<br />
<br />
Picture me by your side when you go to bed<br />
Picture me by your side when you want to wed<br />
Picture me wiping the tears from your eye<br />
Picture me walking you down the aisle<br />
<br />
I wish I could continue on things we could do together<br />
I wish I could let you know that above you I’ll place no other<br />
I know you have no idea who is writing you, my pretty lady<br />
Well, my name is Oluwaseun and I’m your daddy.<br />
<br />
Dedicated to Mojisola Ogundolapo: My unborn daughter<br />
<br />
You might also like: <a href="http://mikesfrequency-raw.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-you-buddy-by-adeleke-adedolapo.html">I love you Buddy by Lowla Dee</a> <br />
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<br />
I pick my pen but it just won't flow,<br />
I try to think but I just don't know,<br />
One thing's certain...its in me,<br />
all of a sudden, starts fading slowly.<br />
<br />
Fading or gone?...can never tell,<br />
Or could it be some sort of spell?<br />
Please flow!...eager to tell them something,<br />
Increase! Inspire!...as for wisdom, they'll be hunting<br />
<br />
Through the issues of life Rewriting their scripts,<br />
Good People, great nation...couple of others I skipped<br />
be impervious to the lyrics, open to the message<br />
freeing your mind, like a bird out'a the cage<br />
<br />
Delivering fresh as He inspires with all decency.<br />
I will always keep writing for you all...@ moi frequency<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">You might also like: <a href="http://mikesfrequency-poetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-all-about-youby-somto-okeke.html">It's all about you - Somto Okeke</a></span><br />
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<div style="font-family: inherit;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The closing of the eyelids,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The fluttering of their sight,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">They see all things in reverse,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">They wait for time to start.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The nodding of their heads,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">You wonder, are they falling dead?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The state of their mind,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">You wonder, are thy packing out?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">They slouch their backs,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Releasing one or two farts,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">They sag their heads,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Releasing one or two drips,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Opportunity came knocking,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">They didn’t hear because they were sucking.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Greatness passed through,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">They only remembered to prepare their beds.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The birds chirped,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The sun shone,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The stars twinkled,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The sun set,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And then it rose again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The mice ate,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The kids played,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">They only awoke,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">To see the darkness of the sky.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">They awake to emptiness,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not just the bareness of the table,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not just the bareness of the pot,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">But of their lives.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Indeed a little sleep,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">A little slumber,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">A little folding of the hands,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And poverty cometh like a thief,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Simply to steal the sleeper.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">By Somto Stella Okeke</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div> <iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fmikesfrequency-poetry.blogspot.com%2F2010%2F10%2Fsleeper.html&layout=button_count&show_faces=true&width=450&action=like&colorscheme=light&height=21" style="border: medium none; height: 21px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473320334935526027.post-2570865713150771782010-09-30T14:58:00.005+01:002010-09-30T15:07:11.419+01:00Faces of Leaders - Somto Okeke<span style="font-size: small;">A man wearing a pair of shades told me I should follow him,</span><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Like a dream, I stood beside him,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
But alas,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
I was not the only one.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
When I get there you would know ‘He Said’</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
We walked and the sun stalked,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
We thirsted and our throats twisted,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
We limped and our feet tripped,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
The tree branches had no mercy,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
And our feet kicking the mud, leaving no tracing,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
We hungered and wondered,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Will this ever come to an end?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
And on the brink of surrender,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Some screamed form behind,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
‘Where are you taking me to?’</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
‘Where are you taking us to?’</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
And he turned and said,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
‘I do not know’ and he removed his glasses,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
And behold he was blind!</span></div> <iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fmikesfrequency-poetry.blogspot.com%2F2010%2F09%2Ffaces-of-leaders.html&layout=button_count&show_faces=true&width=450&action=like&colorscheme=light&height=21" style="border: medium none; height: 21px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473320334935526027.post-47154251609465989602010-09-14T12:13:00.001+01:002010-09-14T12:21:08.756+01:00LOVE by Somto Okeke<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GAchndIX2x299Sr-RkdItPED1b0kRLPqrVTJ-vxVWpUwqurhugLWwIT94_MfLGO0_sDzGK9wzxKmQIKBUrOyfDgVJ9-jQoX8BkkNkhzPAxVn-42k5NtlVYIN8caz8jIRyARXTxCyBLM/s1600/ocean-of-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GAchndIX2x299Sr-RkdItPED1b0kRLPqrVTJ-vxVWpUwqurhugLWwIT94_MfLGO0_sDzGK9wzxKmQIKBUrOyfDgVJ9-jQoX8BkkNkhzPAxVn-42k5NtlVYIN8caz8jIRyARXTxCyBLM/s200/ocean-of-love.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Can I have something I cannot define?<br />
So dynamic, it cannot be confined.<br />
So short in letters yet can choke,<br />
So tiny that gives men stroke,<br />
So complicated yet makes me fly,<br />
So high, further than the sky.<br />
Very light to say out,<br />
Very easy to scream out,<br />
People drink it and are drowned,<br />
Some swim in it and get drunk.<br />
<br />
I stroll down the lane,<br />
Perceiving the air so full of scent,<br />
From flowers that suffer no pain.<br />
I see the birds on high,<br />
And I give out a silent sigh,<br />
As they flap their wings,<br />
And dance around in rings.<br />
<br />
The cold breeze makes me chill,<br />
The gravel makes me trip,<br />
The sand, there to catch,<br />
Ready to stretch to my length,<br />
The grasses so tender,<br />
Waiting to render,<br />
Their leaves despite my gender.<br />
<br />
Before I hit,<br />
I see the hands ready to grab,<br />
On my feet, I see the face of the one I love,<br />
I look upwards,<br />
And I see a finger,<br />
Holding the one, I love to me,<br />
I look upwards and I see the face of the one who loves you.<br />
<br />
<iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fmikesfrequency-poetry.blogspot.com%2F2010%2F09%2Flove-by-somto-okeke.html&layout=box_count&show_faces=false&width=450&action=like&colorscheme=light&height=65" style="border: medium none; height: 65px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473320334935526027.post-27362632097004446082010-09-11T17:41:00.005+01:002011-02-04T03:34:15.652+01:00The Facebook Addict by Laju Arenyeka<div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid3nMC0LlgV7DEenI3UD2IYUTHzwbHxiZQBOAg2vv4kOUNb-PNviiZtsEvDudOIL3v7t_SIM9vEdccwjGdWddd9wseYNAkE-Ow8O47SDpVjjZHpZ5d5wj4PC-i7JLm9Zxi-CupNPPft6U/s1600/facebook-addiction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid3nMC0LlgV7DEenI3UD2IYUTHzwbHxiZQBOAg2vv4kOUNb-PNviiZtsEvDudOIL3v7t_SIM9vEdccwjGdWddd9wseYNAkE-Ow8O47SDpVjjZHpZ5d5wj4PC-i7JLm9Zxi-CupNPPft6U/s200/facebook-addiction.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">My fingers shake,</span></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">My legs are pressed together from an enduring bladder,</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">My shoulders ignore the numb pain</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">My heart beats faster every second</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">My vision is blurred by red, blue and white</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">My eyes read my lips</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">“Just one more message,</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Just one more photo,</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Just one more friend request”</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Yet amidst a singing stomach</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">My eyes know that lips lie</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Burning the mid night oil I would have slept</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">On my knees, a trip to wonderland</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Yet to like and unlike,</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">My clear eyes dare comment</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">On and on, hide and seek</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Till NEPA rears its ugly black head</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And on hands and legs I grope to bed</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Dreaming of all my friends</span></span></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Who have taken my neighbour’s stead</span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fmikesfrequency-poetry.blogspot.com%2F2010%2F09%2Ffacebook-addict-by-laju-arenyeka.html&layout=box_count&show_faces=false&width=450&action=like&colorscheme=light&height=65" style="border: medium none; 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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">You're human like me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">We're all humans</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">But our nature far apart</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">On the streets we strive</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">we only hope to survive</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">my self-esteem is lost</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">now just a walking corpse</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">You look at me as hopeless</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I perceive you as heartless</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I never pray to be like you</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">You never wish you were me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">you've got great dreams</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I once had those I think</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">you've got all you need</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I cry daily even to feed</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I'm that child you ignored</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">as you walked past this morn</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I buried my brother yesterday</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">while I cried in pain of loss and of food</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">all I need from you is a token</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">just to feed</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">just to stay alive</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">just to see tomorrow</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">don't shout at me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">don't shut your windows at me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">don't you turn deaf ears</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">as my look says, "Feeed me"</span></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLFM1TeSF0KSPrCCDOpfCQWO1PB5ea0joLr7XyzKTTb_oI3qjKsPCXxuL2Z8XrqMyFPihyvQf0fw5GHp8yxrj_jfEKo56A4cLBdzqECSt9LM4IlPD6KVdTcvIKLOLcgbIFWXvxlEWCUNA/s1600/hunger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLFM1TeSF0KSPrCCDOpfCQWO1PB5ea0joLr7XyzKTTb_oI3qjKsPCXxuL2Z8XrqMyFPihyvQf0fw5GHp8yxrj_jfEKo56A4cLBdzqECSt9LM4IlPD6KVdTcvIKLOLcgbIFWXvxlEWCUNA/s200/hunger.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She has dreams like you...</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Every 3.6 seconds, someone dies of hunger, 75% of them are children</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Nearly one in four people, 1.3 billion - a majority of humanity - live on less than $1 per day, while the world's 358 billionaires have assets exceeding the combined annual incomes of countries with 45 percent of the world's people. UNICEF</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;">Only a well-fed child will think of having dreams, or aspirations, or listening to your seminar on Change. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;">Don't neglect that child on the street. N50 spent on that snack could make a difference...Give and you will never lack. Never. It's a fact!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div> <iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fmikesfrequency-poetry.blogspot.com%2F2010%2F09%2Ffeeed-me.html&layout=button_count&show_faces=false&width=450&action=recommend&colorscheme=light&height=21" style="border: none; height: 21px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473320334935526027.post-28212390949964934912010-08-24T23:28:00.002+01:002011-02-04T03:29:56.035+01:00It's all about You - Somto Okeke<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Remove the rags of ignorance, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Put on the apparel of knowledge.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Turn off the light of stupidity,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">And let the sun of wisdom shine down on you.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Do not wear the shoe size of stagnation,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Let your foot wear have the spirit of motion.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Do not look at the clock of the past,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Let your watch be tuned to the present,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">And repair it if it doesn’t extend to tomorrow.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Let your eyes become the eye,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Not staring at the world,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">But focusing at your world.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Do not talk if you are not sure,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">For all talk but not all speak,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">For all hear but not all listen.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">As you wake up every morning,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">And you realize you are still breathing,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">And you do not know what to do,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">Ask yourself, would I rather be dead or alive?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">If it is the latter good for you.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: small;">If it is the former, see a pastor!</span><br />
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Straight from above<br />
Piercing through the soul<br />
Revealing mysteries untold<br />
<br />
An idea is born<br />
A solution is proposed<br />
An offspring of wisdom<br />
To be nurtured by knowledge<br />
<br />
Your ideas shall sprout<br />
Yes! They shall doubt<br />
With resilience you shall shout<br />
“I’m born to stand out!”<br />
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They’ll give you reasons to give up<br />
You’ll give them reasons to shut up!<br />
They’ll say you a’int perfect<br />
Well, you really never told them you were<br />
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Many times you’ll quit trying,<br />
Sometimes you’ll prefer crying,<br />
Would this become a reality?<br />
No mortal can tell, only divinity.<br />
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But then again you shall rise,<br />
Keeping focused, eyes on the prize,<br />
Because few years from now,<br />
After you passed the test of time,<br />
This is what shall be:<br />
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You shall rise on your feet,<br />
And they will rise for you – applauding,<br />
As you gracefully walk down the aisle,<br />
With just 4 words you have to say.<br />
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Emotions welling up…<br />
You look round and see faces,<br />
Some that once doubted your idea,<br />
Some that said you may never get there,<br />
And forcefully slow shall the words flow<br />
Just those 4 words as you humbly say:<br />
GLORY BE TO GOD!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">She’s the pride of the African woman,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Dreaded by many, dared by few but loved by all,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Rumor has it; she’s brought grey haired men to tears,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Alongside her many children,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">She carries out her duty without compromise.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Red as Danger,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">And Hot as fire!<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Children scream at her arrival,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">She’s the nightmare of the white man,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">She brings tears to your eyes,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">And you can’t even feel any emotion,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Few have learnt the art of her gimmicks,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Trying hard to blend with her split personality,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Red as Danger,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">And still Hot as ever!<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Oh! You can never resist the slim red beauty,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Adorned with grace in her green wig,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Who knows, she could have been the cause of the 2 World Wars…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">You should never underestimate what this beauty can do.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">SAY IT LOUD!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I’M RED AND I’M HOT!</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Cuz I’m the RED HOT CHILLI PEPPER.<span style="color: #d9d9d9;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">it felt like nirvana...</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Alas! a great silence befell the room,</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">the lady gone mute, tea running cold,</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">all the darkness could mutter was PHCN.</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">but would this mark the end of this peaceful bliss...?</span></span><p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Arose he did,</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">heart tempo incre</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">ased,</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">iced tea wasn't an option,</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">neither was hushing the lady any better.</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">He reached for his torch,</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">hit the switch,</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">but before he could twitch,</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">something strange had ensued.</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">What was this madness...?,</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">was his sight playing games</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">or his mind he could no longer tame.</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">A sudden luster permeated the room,</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">the opera lady's vocals slowly fading in...</span></span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">(to be continued in Trance Script - Part 2........Coming Soon...)</span></span><br />
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