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Midnight summer
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One thing i love about this dream i just had,
it was a timeless bomb yet when it exploded
i startle woke laughing like a psycho, recalling it
i was a walking in a path trudging on mud
couldn't go for the shortcuts filled with deceits and fallacies.
And i whistled a tune of a nursery rhyme
as words thumped on chest talking of many rivers to cross
bridges to rebuild, of miles of frustrations howling like hyenas
wanted to sing and pledge for hoe to scare famine to history,
threads to mend the stratified society of classes,
and piece of mind least the hard pity logged on my skull got me mad.
I wanted to shout and let everybody know how it feels,
To lack and hate,despair and turn to crime.
And the pleasure and Peace of actualization
but I was muffed and the opportunities placed in a high selves
locked in safes of bureaucracy in our systems.
Yet I was determined to go all the way up with hope and no shortcuts.
It felt like Midnight summer and I was sad to wake to indolent reality.

June 22, 2008 | 10:18 AM Comments  0 comments

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Anybody out there
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I'm currently studying criminology and I'm wondering if there is anybody out there who is doing or studying criminology or related things in the field of criminal justice to share out with on the same.

May 17, 2008 | 8:45 AM Comments  1 comments

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TRIBUTE TO BOB MARLEY
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There is so much to learn from your legacy.
With a voice of man; you built empire on Mt Zion.
Music of your soul like prophesy reveled.
Songs of awe still stirring the bushes like a lion.
Only if we could capture them within our very souls.

If we could understand and take the visions.
And apply the glow within searching a little deeper.
In the soul beneath our skins for redemption.
Know what you stood for and shed that abroad.
With your wisdom logged over our palates for emancipation.

From recurrent grave your voice echoes with blossom.
Stirring it up, jamming as with iron like a lion in Zion.
We shed our gloved grief punched hearts to loom.
Spreading rhymes of liberation in likeness of your kindness.


May there lie within each one of us your soldier heart.
When this is used in teaching and touching others.
Then your great inspirations and dreams overflow.

BOB NESTA MARLEY
You still live in our hearts through your music.
Born Feb, 6th 1945 – Died May, 11th 1981.

May 10, 2008 | 4:48 AM Comments  1 comments

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FASHION IN THE JUNGLE.
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What if the jungle animals wore clothes?

Mr. Tall Giraffe the managing director,
Would always be late for business meetings.
Tying some hundreds ties on his long neck.

Brigadier Lion would look majestic.
Wearing a military uniform; striped with stars and medals
.walking majestically and been saluted at every corner.

Constable Millipede would never make it in Military.
Thousand blacks boots to polish every morning.
He would always burrow on earth to avoid inspection.

The hippie Monkey would look mischievous.
Wearing in funny places; like inners on the head.
And will have patches; torn while jumping on trees.

A Bat would look cool upside down.
But would have hard time wearing glasses.
Or always wearing clothes upside down.

Sir Buffalo would have a strange hat.
Entwined on the curved horns or wear shades.
Green shaded probably to see green pastures even when drought.

The Snake family would not need a wardrobe.
Shedding their clothes at any place in the jungle.
And would never know Mr. Tortoise the shoes cobbler.

Miss Peacock would be a famous beauty pageant.
Wearing colorful scarlet and proud catwalks.
She would definitely be the dazzling miss jungle world.

What a fashion in the jungle world.

April 20, 2008 | 12:25 PM Comments  1 comments

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MAMA
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Wind flaps as she knit a coat.
In a cold evening whistling; me a toddler tagging her.
Every stitch bounded with great love to cover me.
Through stormy nights her heart never changed.
She carried me for nine heavy months.
And wiped tears to get me a home and bread.
With honest hands of lovely caring touch.

She taught me to have good friends.
Respect all ages with no pain and gain.
Even through her pouring she is always there.
Listening to my storms with great understanding.
When my heart wanders and things fall apart.
When soul aches and spirit shut, she is by my side.

I wish I could pay back for she color my world.
But least I can do is to love her more everyday.
And may I inherit just half her caring heart.
As I strive to be the best she wished me.
Mama! I love you; you always touch my soul.

April 20, 2008 | 12:24 PM Comments  0 comments

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