Amour My Love - Poème de la Saint-Valentin brisé

Amour mon amour pour demain;
Dévorent mon amour de ces bras vides de ma nature.
Amour mon amour pour demain;
Nettoie mon cœur vide de ces pages de douleur magnifique
Comme je pèse les années perdues,
Où ces souvenirs ont été soumis
À la pluie noire jugée.

Amour mon amour pour demain;
Se souvenant de ces belles mélodies,
Debout au milieu de notre vertu séculaire,
C'est la vraie mélodie qui parle de nos vraies visions - la lumière
Perpétré - où l'amour est renaître, transféré,
Et refusé de temps en temps -
Toujours fabriqué dans une vie profanée.

Amour mon amour,
Pour demain chante
Qui imaginaient la pluie noire,
Une pluie universelle -
Où l'esprit d'amour
Ne porte aucun préjudice.

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Amour My Love

Amour my Love for Tomorrow;
devour my love from these empty arms of my nature.

Amour my love for tomorrow;
cleanse my vacant heart from these pages of magnificent pain

as I weigh the wasted years,

where those memories have been subjected

to the adjudicated black rain.

Amour my love for tomorrow;

remembering those beautiful melodies,
standing amidst our secular virtue,

it is the true melody that speaks of our true visions – the light
perpetrated – where love is reborn, transferred,
and denied from time to time –

always manufactured in a desecrated lifetime.

Amour my love,

for tomorrow sings

that imagined black rain,

a universal rain –

where the spirit of love

carries no prejudice.

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Thoughts of A Dyslexic Writer

A slave to the rhythm of this environment I am, a by-product of this free world. The philosophy of thought is killing me slowly, and my vision of dreams subvert me to "Einsteins Theory" where all things are possible. The doctor tells me I am in good mental health, but my mind tells me I am going mad. As the world evolves around my humanity, the poetry of this life proclaim no specific value. 

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Life and Death Is A Part of This Life

Death puts everything into a clear and proper perspective, and yet – it is the very thing that walks through the gentle arms of this life. Each and every person does live with, and wrestle with the reality of a premature demise.

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The Journey of This Life

The innocent martyrs of this time walk the earth

of a past littered with lies and deceit.

Weary and tired are we..,-the consumers of this time.

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If any human being becomes inflexible to compromise for the greater good of all mankind – then the beauty of constant change becomes an ugly war where honesty will never reveal her true self.

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The Quiet Death

My mother entered this life jumping and shouting

All awhile she was learning of womanhood.

Her rattling bones lived with full of heart,

And all awhile she managed to become magnificent

For a day or two.

Her human engine lived

With full heart, and there was no indifference

Of whom she was, no doubt

Of the patronizing cancer,

An automatic death.

The city of calm death

Worked the contamination into her rattling bones,

Bones that was too weary

To fight the quiet death.

My mother entered this life jumping and shouting,

And all awhile lying on the medical damned bed

She told me of a dream

She had.., - a dream of a place

Where pain is a conceived fear

Not relieved by the quiet death.

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The Sex Demons

The mind of the dying day has scattered

One thousand or more children

To the wind of tomorrow.

It is not an unusual day, it is more so

A time where the taming of the

Shrewd silence has been broken

By the most disturbed spirit,

A spirit lingering in agony.

The child molester tired energy

Becomes a blood-lust

Of unwitting natural desires,

And their heart has no shame

Because they have forgotten and buried

Their own care-free childhood,

A past that has no mercy.

The sex demons possess their soul

Day and night, their wild unnatural imaginings

Are their maiden voyage

To that unknowing death

Where the children will smile no more,

And there will be no fairy tales in their time.

The mind of the dying spirit

Knows no good, they are blinded by their rage,

Living in an almost innocent tale..,-

Living in-between here and there,

Awaking from an angry nightmare 

Reliving the bloodthirsty dream

Over and over, and over.

The kiss of death they visualize

Like an hysterical mad man

Searching for that natural desire

The appeasement of ignorant acceptance.

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The Nigerian Slaughter House

A very distant week or so ago the mad beast

Ran wild screaming and cheering about

The blood-lust that over took their soul,

And Satan agreed that to be pure and free

Is to slaughter the innocent men, women

And children – silence the innocent voices

Of tomorrow. The mad men

Armed them selves with machetes, hatchet blades

And other killing machines

To make sure death would be permanent

And swift. Half the sun was covered with heartbreaking blood,

And the Nigerian town’s people wept,

And as their tears fell to the blooded earth,

A cheer came from the mad men

And said we are the chosen one,

And one Nigerian man

Whom was cut and bruised  

From head to toe..,-asked God

To forgive all of the mad beast,

And God answered the Nigerian man’s plea

From the vast universe – fear not,

The innocent shall be remembered

From this day forth

And they will walk with me

Until eternity remembers them

As stars that light the universe

A billion times past the arms of infinity.

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The Anatomy of Words

The astounding world of words have been around from the time before mankind was created, and when God the originator of all things infinite created man and woman, this gift he gave unto his creation to communicate the celebrated pattern of words. Between what is here and now, mankind has had a impassioned love affair with words, and it does not matter if you are a English scholar, or an everyday person, like it or not, the anatomy of words surround each and every person on this earth, but, it is up to each person to learn to love words, or just to accept words as ordinary things that do not matter very much.

The great harvest of words are like dreams that wake the sleeping mind – as if we recreate each and everything which connects us and the universe beyond the anatomy of a word.

Words are not just about definitions, words also play a big part in mathematical equations, and word problems. The definition of a morpheme (mor’fem’) according to The American Heritage Dictionary of English Language – Third Edition: Linguistics. A meaningful linguistic unit consisting of a word, such as man, or a word element, such as –ed in walked, that cannot be divided into smaller meaningful parts.

This meaning poses a very powerful testament about the organization of words, and how they complement each other, and just like mathematical equations, poetry falls directly and indirectly into the definition “of a word or word element. Even though much of poetry is somewhat abstract in nature, the words are divided up “into smaller meaningful parts.”

Morphemics can be classified and listed fewer than two categories; the description, and classification of morphemes, which is the study of words, and the morphemic intricate structure of a language. Not only do words have significant meanings, but words resemble every facet of the human intellect. Global studies have found that any child can be taught to learn and comprehend the English language as early as one year of age. It is also a proven fact of in-depth intense scientific study – that young children are more adept to learn another language – even if it is not the original language from their birth-right.

Even though words can be micro-managed, the traditional language of words derives from many ancient archaic texts. According to The American Heritage Dictionary of The English Language, the meaning of a word is described as “a sound or combinations of sounds, or its representation in writing, printing, that symbolizes and communicates a meaning and may consist of a single morpheme or a combination of morphemes.”

Still, what is quite amazing; the word itself is quoted so many times within a sentence or a quote, in a word mathematical equation, which it would seem redundant for the word to appear in the same context – referring to the meaning and the direction of language itself.

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Live Your Dream

"Ineptitude is the sin of all procrastination."

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The Sum of This Life

"We grow wiser when we share our knowledge."

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The Anatomy of an Idea

Most ideas come from the most of unlikely places. Sometimes an idea is like entering into a daydream – unfolding into the reality of a world itself before it is even recognized – as it has always existed. Quote and Photograph by Alfonso Coley - All Rights Reserved"