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Scythe of fate

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Sometimes I scream inside my tent
Waking up from the blanks of rest

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
From the voids that cause me to shed
It all seems like I lose my head;

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Wondering what it would be like
In total void away from life…

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Within my faith there is despair
Lying next to my greatest fear

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Transparent yet still not clear
One day I would be missing here…

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Trees may fall, the leaves may dry
I heard that, the soul never dies

Another day, another breath
Of not waking up in the depths
Wondering if soul is a myth
Created to ease the scythe of fate.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Talking heart


Give me puzzles to solve
Let me float up above
In the air like a dove
As long as the sky blue
Let it rain, give me clues
How to stay close to you

Show me how to have it
Show me how to hold it
So candles can stay lit…
Cold or heat, dried or wet
Impoverished or in wealth
Let me grab all that sweat

Never to be detached
But your sweet perfect match
If I crash, let me crash
What is life without you
When the wind lead me through
All the pains straight to you

You are such a goddess
This feeling in my chest
Is so deep and intense
Show me how to love you
I am null without you
Yes I am, it is true.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sameness



Dwelling on a large field
Amidst a buried seed
Sprouting into a tree
Then to levels of seas,

Change is a constant thing
The song the birds do sing
Eternity is faith
Reality is but vain…

All flesh exit the town
Even the rocks break down
Amidst the daily smiles
Are corresponding cries…

With many unsaid byes
Looking down from the skies;
Asking several why
I guess, the gods are wise…

More-so,in all of it
Time is so infinite
Yet it is short and bright
One minute there is light

Suddenly, it gets dark
Lying still on a plank
Sometimes wrapped in a mat
Bottled in jars as ash

Returning back to start
Repeating the same path
Yet we forget all that
Seeing others as ants.

(C) 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tears in all I have seen


I have seen flags
Raised in borders
I have seen tapes
Encroaching lines…

The words I heard
Carried by winds
Came in varied
In tones and tongues…

I have heard truths
Subdued by lies
Carried my both
Adults and youths

I have seen blood
From veins and genes
I have seen guns
I have seen dust…

I have seen flesh
The thick and soft
I have seen swords
Slice them like breads…

I have seen heat
I have seen snows
I have seen rains
Flush away souls

I have seen birds
Creating nest
I have seen jets
Shredding their eggs

I have seen shells
Emptied on lands
I have seen bombs
Drop from the sky

I have seen girls
I have seen boys
Become friends
Sometimes strangers

I have seen parts
Of bodies reaped
I have seen legs
Opened and raped…

I have seen things
Awful and weird
I have seen moon
Subdued by light

I have seen books
Termed as Holy
Read by same folks
Killing for God

I have seen riots
I have seen flames
I have seen tears
Drip from pillows

I have seen men
Enjoying war…
It never ends
It just replays

From tradition
And geo regions
To religions
And possessions

Strangely, it is
The common thing
That bonds men that
Tears them apart

And it worsens…
By every dawn
And sunsets of
Generations…

I wish I could
From the comfort
Of my bedroom
Fix the whole world

Turn things a new
But I am part
Of the problem
Destroying earth.
(C) 2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Red orange Delilah

Heaven may see through my corrupt thoughts
And the point where my conscience got burnt...

Until it sees a beauty with grace and elegance
Making a statement; fall or take a chance...

Heaven may erase my name from the book of life
But I await the judgement after my demise

For there is a perspective of sin I have seen
That justifies impermissible carnal sin.

Heaven knows that even immortals
Can't take their stainless eyes off her

Her body configuration do not hide
The amazing workshop where God's craft abide

Heaven knows that her skin is as soft as a wool
Red orange Delilah meant for Samson's Waterloo...

I know in heaven my thoughts are condemned
But with her, I would rather stay as damned.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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