Your Eyes

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I am afraid

To look into your eyes

Eloquent in my language

They steal away my thoughts

How do I know they are honest?

Do they carry deep dark secrets?

I fear for the words that they hold

But I crave to hear them speak

And taste the sea of mystery

To lose myself once more

Free my burdened heart

Open the doorway

Of my liberty

Ineptness

Passion

Love

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A Touch

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Unafraid of feeling unwanted or unloved

She was safely hidden in her cocoon

Loneliness had colored her beauty

It was warm and cold all at once

Sleepless nights were hushed

By the howling of her heart

Calling out until he came

A simple touch and kiss

She, a bright butterfly

Free, vivid and prized

The ticking of time

Altered his image

Into a ghost

Her heart

A fiasco

Gone

Dying Soul

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My soul was spilling thick angry blood

And just when I thought I was ending

The cold dead moon stirred vaguely

Murky clouds tearing apart hastily

Dark shadows approaching

The crow silent but ready

On still hollow trees

Dark silhouette

Embraced me

I was safe

Alive

A Fall

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It is messy and rickety

Secret that saddens the heart

The wise also fall into thorns

A fall is every  fools’ a sanctuary

A fall is aching but shy

A friendly but frantic tumble

It is volatile, gnarled and old

The reason for frantic weeps and pleads

A fall forces one to smell the earth

In a curious but explosive melancholy

To the innocent soft mournful whisperings

Of the ground’s vermin’s sweat, storm and steam

A fall blows away wisps of clouds,

Bowing the faint strands of sunshine

Those carrying hints of overtaxed heart

Pain of a poisoned good reputation

Sifting lies from a bulk of truth

A fall can smoothen all thoughts

It is a gone moment before starting

The wise had spoken of the word before

Of a mirror that had never shown reflection

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I Know I want You

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I like when you are not easy

Also all the games you play

Your shy and tender smile,

That teases my soul and heart

All makes me want you now

Even if I don’t know you

Or even know what you are

But I know I want you

Because I want my magic

Are you my magic?

That I’ve sought all my life?

A motherland connection (collaboration)

Second Collaboration Poem

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  • I’d like to dedicate my verse to the Somali and all African diaspora. 
  • This collaboration has been in the works since the end of last month. Due to timing constraints and busy schedules it had to be put to the side until both parties had completed their assignments.
  • This is my 2nd collaboration with Aston Kamunde @AstonKamunde on WordPress.

TheRhymeRula’s Verses

Within me there are direct connections to the motherland in my DNA,

An American born African man whose ancestors land was the grand stage for tribal wars,

A diaspora of natives escaping from the daily torment to new nations,

Not oblivious to the conditions my people have been and are living in for decades

That’s understood well and good,

So I beg the question, can we really stop violence from manifesting?

Don’t answer, because conflict like death is inevitable,

We’re endlessly digesting daily hate

Only to excrete death,

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