BEFORE DAWN

BEFORE DAWN

I have hated the sound of the bell.
It rings for horror.
It rings for terror.
It rings for a siege.
It rings for a dead king and Queens.
It rings for new widows and orphans.
It rings for slavery.
It's sound gladens the bravery.
Before the dawn.

Our play ground Turned into blood pool.
Our homes into skulls and bones of fools.
Distant cry of the survivors.
The tasty blades of our warriors.
Let's laugh at my mistakes and errors.
Before the dawn.

Live today to die tomorrow.
Count your last days with no sorrow, as i listen the harp play us a victory song.
Let's eat, drink and merry today.
She said she will always be mine, even if my sword can't bring me home.
Hug me till the Night moon cries with us.
Let's enjoy the glorious air before the dawn.
Meet me at dawn before the bell rings.

Written by Arinze Silver.

IMPERFECTION

IMPERFECTION.

From miles far west I saw a hand on the wall,

Its note was something to look the sun and weep.

My life!!

My years!!

My days, all in the wind to just a swipe.

Imperfection says me.

Nights when I called her names, times when I slip her hand off mine.

Moments when I made her lose counts.

She lost her dignity for my trusting guts.

Scars on her flesh, products of my dark room

I gave you nothing but sacks of gloom,

She wet her pillow all night to her life of doom.

What creature am I?

The imperfect me.

She sings a love song, but the harmony was like a bleeding marrow.

Her everyday prayer was to have me thy man she sees in her mirror.

She drowned to her own sea while I watch her yell my name.

She comes back all times for my trusting guts, but No.. I was still the same,

When will she be called freedom?

Was it her destiny to be my punching bag?

When’ll her name be found on my lips again?

She was long gone and lost but never wants to leave.

Her fate to make me change gave her that gate to slave.

The imperfect me.

She had tons of points to walk away to a better arm,

Yet she believed she was only meant for me.

She vowed to be mine forever,

All she desires was the happy ever after.

She cuddles the kids to make them think daddy was acting a movie with her.

She is the Perfect woman.

She goes out with bruises and scars, yet she joyfully says her man was God given.

Her cook gets you to your heaven of glory without token.

Rumors said she was a victim of my spell unspoken,

Her replicate can never be found.

For indeed she’s THE PERFECT WOMAN.

Written by SILVER ARINZE.

KISS ME GOODBYE

Kiss me goodbye

I prayed to the skies as I watch the moon.
I screamed by the river.
I wrecked my walls.
Could he hear me?
My heart belongs to you.
Our first kiss was a travel to the space
Touch my soul to mend this broken Mace.
So kiss me goodbye.

He said you were gone.
He said you didn't make it out of that town.
He said you were blown with the wind.
He said you are dead.
He said you're never gonna be the same.
How a fool am I ?
So kiss me goodbye.

I could go through a burning furnace for penance
Roll your wheel over me, I should not have given a chance.
I moaned your name as he went deep.
I begged him to hurt me good.
I called him Christian grey.
Save me please, I'm going to die.
Leave me not without a kiss.
So kiss me goodbye.

WE CAN BE HEROES.

        WE CAN BE HEROES

Have we love for Humanity?
Thy molded us all in Equity.
The call for Justice.
The love for oneself.
For yeah, We can be Heroes,

Condemn a Lad's soul, Be a Zorro,

In pour your love for a lad, Be a Hero,

We all head to nothing but for judgement of Zeroes.

In Love, humanity was made Known,

To love, we are bound to a Dawn,

The cry for differences had long be Trimmed,

The Oat for a brother's soul has long be Lost,

The craving wind for Equality is on dense Cost.

For thy had made a life without our Presence,

Why thou take a spirit for the barking cry of Supremacy,

Fit a lad's shoe to feel the Burn,

Burn the lad's shoe to give thou a Hug,

Let's save a soul to save future Fog,

For the killings makes you no Hero,

For in a Hero lies Justice-

You can save a Soul.

Dedicated to #529EGYPTIANS.

Written by ARINZE SILVER.

WHEN I GROW OLD

                                                       WHEN I GROW OLD

The paths i see today reminds me of the cherishing tomorrow.

Looking straight in the mirror, i see sparks of grey.

In the beginning, it was a fairy-tale,

went through storms and here i am looking so Pale.

At my conception, i dreamt of a weaker days.

from thy beginning, i know of the end.

Ageing is a pre-requisite, but i thought not of it's beauty.

When i grow old, i stop to glance afar on intelligent minds,

i watch forth for kind hearts.

when i grow old, nature looks out on me for a lend not a gain.

when i grow old, the lilies will not longer look alike and never smell alike.

When i grow old, my heart reaches out to the young lads, 

for time will sum when they all will ride on my old bike.

when i grow old, grey hairs on me doesn't tell how wise i am, but  how close i'm to my grave.

When i grow old, i begin to count back on my youthful days,

when i was vibrant and ready to achieve no how of what hays.

When i grow old, i begin to remember my infant days, when mama carries me up above her breast and tells me it will be alright,

Now i look back in memory with smiles up my wrinkled and feeble cheek, i do nothing but reach-out to shake the Moon.

When i grow old, i return every suggestions with a YES, without doubts,

for my heart may seem bloomful, but my head must have gone dark and blur with less Gut.

When i grow old, i will think of my ever first love,

i will smile and only wish i can go back to dance in the rain.

When i grow old, i will remember the very spot by the sea side,

where we both sat to count on the stars.

When i grow old, i think of my life-time mistakes,

i shake my head in despair, hoping our youths follow no such lane.

my plight is not for their gaze- but it's all of Vain

When i grow old, most nights will be my day, 

thinking of the beauty of life, sitting under the stars,

remembering when the days i walk my sister to school and she look up at me to whisper something AWE to my ears.

And now under the stars, she's a mother to another soul who walks her brother to school on the plane of Jars.

When i grow old, i will always sit to tell moon-light stories to the fresh innocent hearts 

and watching 'em bid goodnight to Papa, dancing to bed with joy and less worries.

When i grow old, i will always wish i can play soccer and tell my kids how i put 99 goals on a soccer game.

When i grow old, i hope nature talks to me via the early evening breeze to tell me how handsome i am (blush).

When i grow old,i will realize that nothing has ever been new,

they'all were things of old brought forth to latter.

When i grow old, i will sing the ancient old songs of Hope.

When i grow old, i will lay and cry deeply inside when it rains, 

for i know i can't go back to Time.

When i grow old, i think of nothing but pray for a happy loving death.

But now am yet to be old, i will live life like am never gonna be OLD.

Written by Arinze Silver.