"Poetry" - Inversed Live

I walked with thoughts in reverse; <br>Bairn of old suffered feat; <br>Dancing consciously as lunatics; <br>Made my pace run from me; <br>Then everything looked evil... <br> <br>I smiled with thoughts in reverse; <br>Moments to cherish in bitterness; <br>With so much love for the pen; <br>The past taught about me; <br>Then everything looked evil... <br> <br>I dreamt with thoughts in reverse; <br>Super human from a dead planet; <br>Heavy as crane, wings of an airplane; <br>Trudging on a seeming ground; <br>Then everything looked evil... <br> <br>I awoke with thoughts in reverse; <br>Super human from a dead planet? <br>Moments to cherish in bitterness? <br>Bairn of old suffered feat? <br>Truly, everything looked evil! <br><br> By: <br>Johnnygan (Beryl Ace)

"Poetry" - Inversed Live

I walked with thoughts in reverse; Bairn of old suffered feat; Dancing consciously as lunatics; Made my pace run from me; Then everything looked evil... I smiled with thoughts in reverse; Moments to cherish in bitterness; With so much love for the pen; The past taught about me; Then everything looke…

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peak of fright (poem by Okoro Naomi)

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br /> Something waving in me, I had to cry/ <br /> Day labour, the limelight to a birth <br /> purple land of crystal fountains/ <br /> torn in rough strife of death riband... <br /> <br /> On the cradle of listening, the blood dime tide <br /> For in pains it glisten,fears invoke the ghost of a child listening/<br /> pass silently by live no foot path...<br /> toil upon sore feet believing a reviving cross... <br /> All forth sheed, lent stony fruit upon rocks...<br /> vineyard lardened with rot like a curse of locust...<br /> tossing up barreness in broken trees lots...<br /> tossing up the mene and maze of fruitless forest... <br /> Have i been cursed or do i lay here to forget...<br /> Yet at the peak of fright. <br /> <br /> #Beryl Queen <br /> #(Pweetimimi) </div>

peak of fright (poem by Okoro Naomi)

Something waving in me, I had to cry/ Day labour, the limelight to a birth purple land of crystal fountains/ torn in rough strife of death riband... On the cradle of listening, the blood dime tide For in pains it glisten,fears invoke the ghost of a child listening/ pass silently by live no foot pa…

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