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Noumenon fate  Early rises awake a spirit from the slumber Fate has always presented life as a wonder No one has a slight idea beyond any off Ideas in heart sojourn, deep yearning, Puff! Weaning, seeking, and amidst scrapping The pressure pushes and propeller speeds Illusions of mind hunger for birth A road not taken grows and thickens beneath. Who is responsible for the diversion? For my case, I wouldn’t know a similar alternation Somewhere far a cry gets louder and boomer Why will a heart so strong grow weaker than fonder? Days dawn into lit morning and dusky night The soul ever spirited and consciously intent Lifes writing a story, demands more plot Modeling a viable piece interesting than a folktale. Earlier days slip a little reflection in the sky A young soul harbors dreams to enquire why Nevertheless, life dreams, visions, and passions board. A plane to destiny awaits on trek far from pass board. For me, I would instill instincts down deep

  An African son... Pioneers came to Africa When did that happen? Civilization made it possible To explore Africa a little. African way was and still exotic Can’t admit whites weren’t sarcastic Changing your belief to believe And when contented, he would leave. My grandpa was a hero He fought with all his ego Many policies for Africans   So, we would not be ruled with guns. My motherland is serene Nothing natural is ever obscene Bet my proposal with a dime Because a coin was introduced as a dime. I can sit here all day long Narrating the story thought wrong But I think the African way was live Exotic, indigenous characterized life. Beauty harbors the land Natural features like a band   Its someone’s dream away To visit Africa – the land far away. Born nurtured and blend My African style is a brand Ask them why they won’t wand because customs make it hard to blend. I run back to mama Answer and obeys without a murmur Living b

  A hazy mind wakes up to a day Chilly mornings seem a norm to stay Lots of thoughts flood a busy mind It's always hectic when waiting amidst chances.   Can a yawn serve to subside a desire? Tingling are the anticipations to sire When bonding the spiritual to physical The mind speculates being a bit mechanical.   Waiting, seeking, and amidst inventing Do you have an ideal way to destiny land? Seated, pimped, and rocking a chair away Thoughts flood and drown consciousness far away.   An imagination crop in wit for rebirth Certainly, it’s a rematch with much wrath Many times I create and beg for transition Still have the same response – wait from nature.   A vast and loads of mighty opportunities dawn avail Seeking a mind grows somber and fonder A promise never avail to a popper Someday a chance swiftly comes with a trail.   Illusions second imagination for success Who can say it is yet time to plant Pruning, watering, and tender

  Once upon a time brings a day The world took charge and fate ruled Raising a son full of solace Life harbors a reality lost deep place.   Sitting, looking, and imaging A lonely soul fight tears from falling Nobody will ever decipher His heart’s darkness resembles cipher.   Nostalgia literature calls it Carry sweet memories away tight Imaginations, reflections, and predicting Life was sweeter with Mama nudging.   Anger lies deep under cute face Motivation evolve without a pace Frustration, loneliness feature realization Parental love not until resurrection.   Dreams in mind are tensely glazing Reflection of motivation still amazing A young mind holds on to a dream Someday will dawn and stream.   Poverty someone wrote was a teacher Didn’t scrutinize any even an enchanter Brought forth a great deal a lesson Pain in the heart is much to lessen.   I still look up and call The lord up there for us all Never to blame tragedy th

A Princess away, It always swayed hardly showing Someone away wouldn’t care to a flowing But he knew she was but a princess Lost in a land waiting for a chance of recess. The dawn had already spread its wing As he woke early despite the spring The day promise of a treasure was away Baby dove finally came with some snatchers at bay. Who to blame? I was not ready for some blows Not really struck with iron to slow Someone would call a mission gone soar But the kid vowed never to leave unexplored. Beauty seemed to glitter Although shy, she vowed to stand along Much was unexplained in the mix She always confused him with a beautiful twitch. Like you, he was a little hesitant Don’t assume anything for instance She was glittering in the dark However, the mind seemed to spark and burn. A day spent away and together Smiled away their worries to tether Agility, optimism, and Jamaica would air Promises came up running in the rain sometime later. Nea