PAIN and PLEASURE

Its the art,
Its the timing,
All not a pleasure,
All not a pain,
Am stack in life,
Death is my greatest dream.

Wide brains,
Thoughts enlarged,
Like images,
Like pictures,
Wider pixel,
Smaller vision.

Think with your eyes clsoed,
But what is the use when I can't see the thoughts,
All that fills my world is dark,
The light is miles ahead,
Like a car,
Am that engine with no oil,
No hope, little faith,

Pain, pleasure,
Am chanting,
Expecting response,
I forgot its the brain,
Oh God!!!
No one was listening,
I was passing my PLEASURE with PAIN.

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My Love Story

Lets talk about love, Hot chocolate and fire places, Wild dreams, teenage affairs, Illusions we believes, intentions we perceive, Its blind, till the naked truth is out, I JUST OPENED YOU, EYES. J. Cole talks of a cracked smile, A world of no loose lies, Strong affections, not affraid to show it off, And maybe faking it is a perfect life, Wrong impressions, wrong ambitions, Fear of trust, fear of lies, ITS BUILT ON FALSE HOPE. Let me introduce you to someone, No lie, no games, Is his line of confessions, A strong promise of gains, With a lot for revelations, And promises of great eternal Life To your disposition. Lets talk about a man who walked on water, Feed a thousand, Cursed demons, Changed water to wine, Loves unconditionally, LITERALLY DIED FOR YOU. AM TALKING ABOUT JESUS.

Let's hide

Hold my hands let's take a trip, A trip far away we can maybe chill. You see, My stories have been my pain, My pain has been my lessons, Lessons that I surely haven't learnt, And pain unforgotten. I hide in this place called a smile, Pretend all is but a ride, A rollercoaster, Yes! But am not to blame. In a world where success gets you friends, Internet gets you love, Education gets you a job, And the air makes you sick, I have no option but to hide, Hide in this place called a smile. When am asked if am crying, I wipe my face and yell, Where's the party at? Am not trying to let anyone in my space, I can't trust them, They! They have a way of breaking me, Using my love to their advantage, My need for company to their control, And now I built a wall, A wall behind this place, This place called a smile. Why are they so evil? Why don't they love the way I do? Why don't they see the things I see? Love in hate, Peace in war...

That POET

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