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To Friends

To friends far
To friends near
To friends north and south
To friends east and west
To friends here and there
To friends everywhere

To you I send a breeze of bliss
To you I send the heart's warmest peace
To you I wish life's purest gifts
To you I wish all the goodness sweet
To you I wish all the good healthy rich
To you I wish Godspeed

To friends far
To friends near
To friends north and south
To friends east and west
To friends on every side
To friends far and wide

Though the distance be great between us
You, I still keep at heart
To friends

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07/10/2021

Please be mine

Stars twinkle
The sun shines
My heart yearns for you
Please be mine

The wind's gentle
The clouds are soft
My soul's soothed by yours
Please be mine

Flowers are in bloom
Bees are after them
My eyes only see you
Please be mine

You are you
I am me
'Us' we can be
Please be mine

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02/09/2021

All Boys Are The Same

All boys are the same
These are the words of a broken damsel
They despise the rest
For the sake of one who hurt them

Boys break hearts
The damsels cry out loud
But I wish to understand
Do you involve them all at once

I hate to break your bone
How I wish I could not
But what if all damsels are the same
What if they're the ones breaking hearts

I know you'll say I don't understand
Yes you're damn right I don't
But you also don't understand
We boys too have broken hearts

The point is broken hearts hurt
But not all boys nor damsels go breaking hearts
On this point I hope we agree
But I don't mind if you'll agree to disagree

Now don't say I'm a defender of boys
I'm just saying the truth about both
Damsels also wound boys
But the cry is loud when the erring are boys

I hope with this said
We learn this trade
It's not all boy nor damsels
But only those whose hearts are cold

Now here's the conclusion I've come to learn
All the hurt ones blame the rest
But to all the damsels who think boys are the same
I myself with all my flaws beg to be different

Here then is what I believe
All damsels are the same
I mean their s*x is all female
But those that hurt are all cold

Yes all boys are the same
I mean their s*x is all male
But those that hurt are all cold
So all boys can't be the same

All boys are the same
These are the words of a broken damsel
They despise the rest
For the sake of one who hurt them

Pic credit: anonymous

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03/09/2022

WordAddict

Hello!
Do you have a minute?
I have a confession,
And I hope you can take it.
I'm a word addict,
I can't do without paper and pen.
I can have enough of many things,
But certainly not the alphabet.
If anything should pass,
I'd rather it not be words.
I can afford to lose a lot of things,
But not my muse of ink.
What I find in writing,
I can't find anywhere else.
If you ever find the alphabet missing,
Please know I kidnapped it.
I'm a wordAddict,
And this' my confesision.

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10/08/2021

Dear friend.

I looked at you I smiled, my tingling sensation in my stomach was wild, it was love at first sight a glaze so bright. I reached out to you, wow, it was ecstatic. I held held you with my raw palms as my creases dripped with your sweat, It was sweet, I swear it was a beet. Tension built when our lips slowly touched as was our love batched. Our love grew strong each day from having a lip to lip occasionally months to weekend to days until it was addictive. Like a sedative You became my friend who calmed me down, in my sane vain the drain of my pain resided in you...Oh my love how I wish I could hold you... and feel your compact curves and calm my nerves.
others told us our love was an abomination, a sedation to piercing pin on my skin how I wish they were wrong. From our little secret meet ups sharing the affair with each other while enjoying the company of our own. Nothing mattered apart from our love, it was all we had. The venom in your love engulfed the essence of livelihood, intoxicating more than I could handle. You left me shivering my skin didn't glow as you took my Youth away and lured me to traps gosh!! You took away my smile...I tear as I scribe not because I miss you but because I survived your grip. For a while Your love made me laugh, smile and drunk, literally because you are alcohol...bye.

By T.J Lambe.

" Son Of No Man"

He's the son of no man
Born of many dads
His mother doesn't know which one
His friends call him a bastard

But there's a story behind this
It all started when mama was young
Her mother was under the weather
So she had to make all the ends meet

Life became unbearable
Everyday had struggles
No food with more bills
Her mama also needed to take pills

With a sick mother to nurse
She had to find means to provide
God blessed, she had a body so nice
So she gave it out for a fair price

For a dollar she got laid
For a dollar she got paid
For a dollar she bought pills
For a dollar she bought food and paid bills

With no strings attached
She went down
Took in every man
To provide

But to the cruelty of life
Her mama died
To complicate her life
She was put with a child

A child of no man
Born of many dads
And she doesn't know which one
She's on her own again to provide

He grew up knowing many dads
His mother didn't know one man
His friends call him a bastard
A son of mama's many clients

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O8/02/2021

Don't leave anything for later.
Later, the coffee gets cold.
Later, you lose interest.
Later, the day turns into night.
Later, people grow up.
Later, people grow old.
Later, life goes by.
Later, you regret not doing something...
When you had the chance.

Life is a fleeting dance, a delicate balance of moments that unfold before us, never to return in quite the same way again.

Regret is a bitter pill to swallow, a weight that bears down upon the soul with the burden of missed chances and unspoken words.

So, let us not leave anything for later. Let us seize the moments as they come, with hearts open and arms outstretched to embrace the possibilities that lie before us. For in the end, it is not the things we did that we regret, but the things we left undone, the words left unspoken, the dreams left unfulfilled.

- Toshikazu Kawaguchi,
Before the Coffee Gets Cold
(2015)

[Image: Elfin Song (1912) by Anglo/Australian illustrator Florence Emma Harrison (1877-1955).]

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