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Heartbroken Words unspoken Silence broken Vows frozen Lives stolen Love becomes a token I remain unbroken Outspoken Awoken to life’s mysteries A path chosen
October 28, 2012
Straight from the pit of hell Evil takes flight Abode is an idle mind Good thoughts lynched in a mob fight Hearts sowing angry seeds Thoughts driven by ugly deeds, Revenge is sanity Another’s suffering: ecstacy Like a child Evil grows in the womb of the mind Nourished by the placenta of the wicked kind […]
October 22, 2012
Imagine the most beautiful car Every line, each curve oozes sensuality Its headlights: a delight The grill; ever so pleasing to the sight Under the hood…ooh What lies beneath the hood An engine that purrs like a pussy cat kick start the engine Get behind the wheel It purrrs like the beast you know it […]
October 19, 2012
Isolated in misery Happiness; elusive like a golden fleece Why this is; forever a mystery A dark place to call home Some hearts realize they are all alone Many choose sandcastles for a home No sooner a surprise tide visits Laying desolate the mirage called home To exist no more on the shores of time […]
October 15, 2012
Life filled with horror Gruesome details reflected in writings Filled with sorrow and pain Therefore I write misery. Consumed with intrigue I write suspense Tormented by rage Madness walks through my art Beliefs intricately woven Into the fabric of my inspiration Death stares me in the face Ill-health dances with me Misery is company Pain; […]
October 14, 2012
Secrets that destroy Smiles behind which truth hides Words which betray trust Actions revealing true intentions A heart that has lost its way home.
October 13, 2012
Originally posted on Su'eddie in Life n' Literature:
There is something about the depth of the artiste – it is only gotten by going into the heart of this one. Several years ago, I would marvel at the profoundness of the works of lots of literary maestros. The depth of their creative springs and…
October 11, 2012
Originally posted on Moskeda Lounge:
I saw the tears of the oppressed—and they have no comforter; power was on the side of the oppressors—and they have no comforter. There is a general malaise in Nigeria, some form of perverse darkness about this present age. It looms over everything and I’m wondering when or if…
Aturmercy 
October 28, 2012
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