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TIME WILL TELL - Evergreen

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TIME WILL TELL

Time will tell when history was blank to the blind future,
when a spaceless sky filled all the races under the White gods
with golden nights that cried for a diamond morning
- that would blossom the lucifer and her flowers,
- bright opened to smile against the odds of 'someday'.

Tell will tell when the fertile land birth peace
with the nomadic answerers of proteinous prayers
and the natural inhabitants of a fertile land, for toiling,
to put into the stomachs of mortals the bread of life,
- living the peace, with no disturbing conscience
like of the Pontius Pilate after giving ears to Jesus.

Time will tell when the caricatures of the truth
and her wretched antonym buys no conscience from Iscarius
while Jesus only answers to the call of his fate,
with boiling truth without evidence against 'a majority liars,'
with no clear pictures of when AK47 becomes the staff
that Moses suddenly used to divide the Red Sea.

Time will tell when Adamu becomes a sister of B…

Weary soul - Do not give up

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Anytime you feel you’re fading away Don’t forget you are not alone. You are on the verge of perdiction You are not alone. Indistinctly, your life is saying goodbye, You are not alone.
Know that life is not always the same Know that nothing is static or permanent Life can’t always be/go as we want/presume You’d want to give up And if you do, you are not alone There are many people like you, Who would like to go with you or - Thinking just like you Know that; you are not alone. ..and the otherwise, Let’s get it on Nothing is permanent It will soon over.
Wherever you find yourself Know that your current situation is not the end To the living soul, age does not matter Trust yourself You’ll over it.
Those people you are looking up to, Were once in your shoes Had they gave in, Nothing would have been your motivation So, no matter what Do no give up because; You are not alone
04:01PM February 27, 2019 ©Stefan

What is End?

You could have seen this poem on my former Blog; Stefanbook. The blog is actually on break. So have a nice reading here on PenRite. Don't forget to drop your comments, suggestions after reading. Thank you.
Is End Infinity? Is There End?
Two genders mate Through orgasms Fetus form And metamorphose to clitoris’ door Then to birth stage, After nine months.
New birth come as infant To journey the world As a pilgrim or indigene Based on what s/he is called for.
The specie grow to puberty stage Then to maturity stage Then next stage as it's to And finally interbreed As his—her parents did while getting him—her.
As time goes, S/he grows adult Grows grey ...60, 70, 90—10000000 years As his—her life span's lasts.
After life, S/he continue journeying underworld or “upper-world” S/he starts another phase in sequel Phase where no one has experienced But in our delusion We have it view in HD Too clear to picture Imagery the father of sight
So now, What is end? Where does it come from? Answer this; wherever you meet you…

What She Wants

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What She Wants - She Wants To

She needs a song not a lyrics
She needs a rhythm not a rhyme
She needs a rap song not a Rapsody
She needs a song more than lullaby.


Heyyyyyy! The echo is more that the just few conjured letters
She wants a place for her rite,
rightful place to pace the shelter
Not only the holding baggage or sprouting loads
But for all her heart holds.


She's there pining
She's there longing
She's there prophesying the future in her sake
She's almost there,
where she (be)'long to.


-Stefan.
December 7, 2018.

The Pain Within Us - Poem

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Here is a poem I wrote to appreciate the pain that female born goes through..
The Pain Within Us

Do you know pain more than her?
Do you actually know what the real pain is?
No!!!
You do not?

Pain is what she puts on daily
Pain is what she holds like a mama grip her daughter's hand while crossing road
Pain is within her, it is in her, it is her.

Oh! Do you know the real pain?
This pain..
Oh! This pain

Pain is meant to be with her right from the early time
She's to embrace it
She's to appreciate it
She's to love it even in her hapless state
She has to.


This pain...
Oh! This pain
It is hers.

It is in her lineage
She's to suffer it more than sinewy
Cos' it end is more brutal.

Rage.....of evil runs through the veins and every stream of blood in her
Her ancestors gave it to her,
to mortgage it.

This pain is a gift given to appreciate our great mother's 'did',
It is the pain we meant to experience and withstand
It is ours,
We are the actual pain,
Female born.


-Stefan
7'12'18.