Baskadia

Words

Like an infectious disease at bodily opening floating inside like aromatic scent at nostrils, that is how the sound wave travels through ears processed and integrated in the brain and words manifest. Once altered cannot be retracted so they manifest. Like a virus in the system  emotions are corrupted. Leaving the permanent mark through the thoughts, doubt and worry are some of the output and proof, depending on magnitude in input reflects output. Like radiation harmful words are poisonous. To th

Keep HER safe

Keep her in your safe world 🥰

Trapped in Helplessness

I'm drowning in a sea of doubt My mind consumed by fear and drought I'm lost, alone, and cannot cope In this vast abyss without hope My hands are tied, my feet are bound As I struggle to break free, no sound Escapes my lips, my voice is gone In this darkness, I am undone I cry out for help, but no one hears As I'm consumed by my own fears I'm trapped in this cycle of despair With no way out, no one to care My heart beats fast, my mind races As I'm consumed by this familiar place Of helplessness,

DESTINED FOR DOMINION

I had been shattered, I had seen hell on earth. Realities of life has been the order of day in my life. I had been stroke with illness, Stroke With the fear that am not gonna make it, Stroke by the enemies of frustrations. I had heard voices that said, i won't be on the top most top.. I had mingled with people who call their selves my friends and family but deep in their heart is clustered with jealousy and strive. I had seen and heard a daughter of Jezebel who once said in quote "you are useles

Hemotional

People who feel are drooping flowers. The tiny ones that the rain beats with it's fists. Anger comes with it's boiling rage. Then the mouth speaks: dropping eggs that are broken alongside many hearts. The sadness follows and then it covers you like a warm duvet. It is like a bodyguard that protects you and pushes everyone else away. When laughter comes, it comes with fear that the good feeling is your salary: it never lasts. What a price to pay for being so sensitive, bending like the plant in t

A new day

There it is! The beginning of a new day Dawn arrives!!! And gives to the world A little light to sustain us And then again! It gives birth to sunrise Which according to some Is the real beginning of a new day The day gracefully progresses into noon And men sheltered about Trying to hide From the sun's hot rays Alas!! Nothing lasts forever! So the sun again progresses Slowly to the sunset Which is a short period of time Before being succeeded by dusk And darkness all over As children are tucked i

"Paradise"

Thinking of you is my favorite hobby, With Darling heart and thoughts foggy, When I stare down in your dazzling eyes, My mind skips all those wistful goodbyes, I still feel your presence all around, Hearing to the voice, sewing my wounds, Here am I , Still wanting you , In this world or shall I make new? My eyes are waiting for your presence, Engulfing my hands into your fragrance, My heart is now melting for you like an ice , I'm still finding you up to the seven skies, I believe one day it wil

My anxiety

Some challenges lead us to anxiety but we survive

LOOK FOR ONCE - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

Birthday girl

mushroom cat / GPTJ-6B

A little cat with a tiny head crawled under the rug, But when the woman bent to pick it up, it had vanished. A dog and a cat in a mushroom and it makes a very good cake How do I get to the moon?😺🌒 generate by GPTJ-6B Generate Short Poem along with an Illustration

Lost in the dust.

𝐒𝐨, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥... 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬... 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲,𝐈’𝐦 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.🤷🏽‍♂️ 𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲,𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.

Prayer

O Power whose presence is our soul's delight, From whom alone our being and our life Flow forth, and unto whom at last they drift, Accept our prayer to-night. For we are weak, and bowed with many a care, Oppressed with grief, and troubled with the sin That doth defile our souls and make us bare Of all that makes us kin. We pray for those we love, who are to us More dear than life itself, and for the rest Of all Thy children, whom Thou dost not thus Forsake and desolate. We pray for peace on eart

Break Me

Most times we are quick to assume that heartbreak comes only from lovers but boy are we wrong It is the people who we hold dear and call family For they have an inner access to our lives than others do So it is easier for them to penetrate the walls we have built around ourselves I’d rather get my heart broken by a stranger any day than let my family break that string Lovers are often replaceable but what do we do about family A nuclear unit created cannot replace the womb that bore us A child’s

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

Marriage or Obligation

Often in Africa, or in many parts of the world People don't marry because they are actually prepared, But because the circumstances led them to do it as if it were something better in the world. Was it marriage or an obligation? Since people are already united! Getting married because the parents made it or because there are no conditions for survival, In an insecure environment, full of uncertainties about the future That forces someone to choose the path of marriage to stop the influence of in

Forgiveness

The hardest word to say, The hardest thing to do, But it's the only way To set yourself free. It doesn't mean you have to forget, Or that what they did was okay, But it does mean you can let go Of the anger and the pain. Forgiveness is a gift, Not just to the other person, But to yourself. It's the key to healing, And it's the only way to move on. So if you're holding on to anger, Or if you're struggling to forgive, Just know that you're not alone. It's a process, and it takes time, But it's wor

King Of Love

The poem emphasis basically on how love feel to human being and how is important to human being

The Other Man's Tragedy

A page from The Songs Of The Other Man from Songs of Lexicon.

JOURNAL OF A WHORE

It was on a bright weekend early afternoon. As I remained there ringing the doorbell tenderly, somebody pulled my pants. "Mom, mom, convey me." Cried a minuscule sharp voice. I really wanted no heavenly messenger to let me know what its identity was. Obviously, it was the voice of my three years of age little girl. If by some stroke of good luck she knew how chaotic it was lifting her up as she had put on a ton of weight as of late. Perhaps more than her age mates however at that point, a mother's affection wouldn't allow me to overlook the little one, regardless of whether I needed to. "Great sky," I murmured, feigned exacerbation, and scooped her up in my arms.