odonko-ba

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Her beauty isn't measured by some European standard of what beauty should be but by her confidence and the fact that she is loving the skin she's in. To me, that alone is beautiful. Site Rank MAJOR GENERAL
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Dreamer

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life

If I could dream

a dream of dreams

where every scene serene

and the only sound I hear

is the sound of your laughter

sweeter than the air I breath

I would sleep until infinity

nap til kingdom come

succumbs to my reality

in its totality

vicariously

seeing you as I

see you

my most beautiful angel

I would die

if not for fear of suicide

just to be by your side

again

just the two of us

like in the beginning

to hold your hand

to touch your skin

to kiss your lips

and gaze into your eyes

and dream

of what the future may bring

I didn't tell you

I love you that day

the day God decided

to take you away

from me

I was busy

distracted

just the thought of that

destroys me completely

so I sleep

and I dream

of what could have been

of what we ha

I sleep and I dream

for its where I find peace

it's where I find you

The CDC says that about 9% of Americans report they are depressed at least occasionally, and 3.4% suffer from major depression

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		Poetiq1der says: Peace and God's Blessings to you and yours...This is a fabulously written piece of Art....The words here flowed like the waters of the Zambezi River....Turbulent, troubled, then totally tranquil... poems by this commentor "I AM" "I've Written" ...Life Is Too Short...
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		LP45 says: What an incredibly beautiful dedication. Loved every line. My condolences for your loss Odonko-ba, reading this was like watching a scene from a movie and I'm the only one in the theater. Thank you so much for sharing this. Keep writing. Namaste. poems by this commentor My Name Is A Warrior's Fight To Be

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY odonko-ba

Storm

There is a storm that rages inside the conscious mind. Hurricanes that can't be tamed. Tornadoes spinning out of control. Tsunamis like Mountains seemingly reaching for the skies, and Dark Clouds unrendered, casting somber moods. Thank God for the Ink in my Pen.

Black Love Is Revolutionary!!!

Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind

Outwards, my heart pours to a deafening silence as cold as death itself. Yet to be manipulated by your titillating advances, tempted of your poison, is a tantalizing treat indeed. And as the wind blows logic to enlighten a sunless son whose light faded away eons ago, a bludgeoning of confusion portrayed as a result of an evil veil of secrecy and I, am going to the other side of the moon. Where martyrdom is welcomed by an emphatic few crooning of unrequited love, like, falling stars from above unabashedly riding fragments of supernovas across a darkened sky.

A Quiet Summer Rain

She regrets now
the time spent sulking

As if her tears
could wash away the pain
of his infidelities

But her heart
was heavy laden
and burden with shame

She cried

For she couldn't understand
for the life of her
his wanton gratuitousness
for leisure parlor affairs

Wasn't she good enough
loyal
faithful
accommodating?

The sacrifices she made
to be with this man
who now causes her
so much heartache and pain

She was numb with disbelief
she no longer had control of her tears
they fell freely

Like a quiet summer rain

Pennies on the Pound

Memories packed away in suitcases stored
in dark closets collecting dust

Love refused as old clothes unfit for use
tattered and scattered about her heart
like tumbleweeds on a prairie
desiccated under the sun

Will she ever love again?
She doubts it

For the pain of heartbreak
has taken its toll
and left her shameless

Now she finds solace
in the empty faces
of the myriad men and women
who fancies her punani
for pennies on the pound

An endless parade of debauchery and
degradation in which she
if only for a moment
pretends to be loved

It is in this state of
exhilarated emotions
that she feels totally alive
totally free to be herself
to breathe
to love
and be loved

If only for tha...

A Violent Space (revised)

Looking out my window

Pained
Upon a violent space

Observing sullen souls
Abstracted against the madness
Society's masterpiece composed in blood

A daunting delineation of
The craziness associated
With physical existence
Insistent upon their destruction

Violent faces consumed in violent places
Unforgiving of yesterday

Misconceived pawns in a game
Of imminent annihilation
And I
My life
A mere speck within
The infinity of time
An atom amongst atoms
Blowing in the wind

ABRUPTLY BASED UPON A VIOLENT SPACE!

An unknown entity
Ejaculated by society
Emulating
The inner mechanics of that which I came

Driven by insanity
Stimulated by a turbulence unseen

I, a product of my society
Prostituted by puppeteers
Manipulating my Actions into
Capitalistic gains

Blo...

Pulse

#korryn

I am not a beast

I am not the monster You make me out to be

Condemned ostracized and Castrated -

a leper of My community

Just to kill me with impunity

Slaughter me and

Call it democracy

To silence me

It's a ***ing fallacy

Perverting normalcy

Crazy all the bodies

There is not enough dirt To cover your hypocrisy

Everything you touch Ends in atrocities

Your lies and deceit

Cunning and chicanery

Eclipse insanity

Evokes a calamity which Inflicts humanity

A sham on society

Your democracy

I've had enough

Sickened and alone

Barricaded in my home

Today my voice

Shall finally be heard

I speak with the blunt force

Trauma Of my Enemies Words

We are not animals to be hunted. Nor, are we crazy! We're tired frustrated ...

Black Butterfly

Our children are dying Slaughtered upon amerikkkas streets Their blood soaks the concrete A mother cries a tearful song of death Another Afrikan child Has taken his last breath Written off as a statistic For the caucasian another victory An endless cycle of genocide But how can we stem the tide Made in amerikkka The afrikan youth On the brink of extinction Depraved in the red white and blue Fighting the odds to becoming a man Set back in life for taking a stand The Afrikan males life From beginning to end From the ghettoes to the state pen Than back again Black on black crime Ignorance is high Unknowing or unwittingly Were're killing for their side "WHITE MAN CAPITALIZING OFF OF US DOING TIME" Private prisons appearing as maggotts Devouring our souls A race trapped in an abyss of time But revolutionaries Revolutionize A vision to recognize Knowledge will open doors On a world where The Afrikan soars high with eagles Beyond the ...

My God

Her lips The beacon that drives me ever so close. Her eyes what dreams are made of Her skin melanated Emanates perfection Fertile voluptuous She is the truth absolute None can compare Not even close Her carbon the darkness that Enlightens my world Her feminity God The source of life The gateway from which all Sentient beings emerge Fierce and unperturbed She is my backbone My strength My God And I Her weapon of defense

Coffee

she came as a breath of fresh air

as beautiful as morning glory

embraced by dew bathing

epiphanic under the yawning sun

gentle as a breeze

her softness my hallucinogen

I melt in her arms continuously

I am in awe of

her beauty

breathtaking

delicate

feminine

black

beautiful melanin

I fell into her spell

with alacrity

coffee black no

sugar no cream

my Queen

envied and persecuted

her essence

the epitome of strength

like coffee black no

sugar no cream

my Queen

Fallen Stars

What are fallen stars?
Are they, faded dreams,
Disappointments, streaking across the night sky?

Resoundingly repeating and reminding us of our failures. Or, are they, the gaiety of children,
Running amuck amongst the planets, causing mischief and mayhem.

Could it be that they are missives just for me, of a love Waiting, patiently?

A love I have yet to find, divine,
Tangible, a love all mine.

Could fallen stars be; tears of a broken heart broken Once too many, or love sabotaged?

For you see
I have yet to find my true love...
But in searching, I have drowned, in many a Mirage.

Dreamer

Storm

Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind

A Quiet Summer Rain

Pennies on the Pound

A Violent Space (revised)

Pulse

Black Butterfly

My God

Coffee

Fallen Stars

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