Submissions by sektioN8ty (King Sammy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Words From the Heart
SONG LYRICS
Published
6th Jul 2014 10:23pm
6th Jul 2014 10:23pm
hiii power cover (verse two)
Three fingers in the air, the hiii power sketch.
Replay all the three I's heart, honour, respect.
I'm a little finite mortal like the feeling in a casket
Reaching out for greatness that we see beyond the high tech
Pause, what about the everlasting might?
I mean the awesome God, that is infinite
He doesnt have edges like the four conered kite.
Words cant describe they only speak a widows might.
Wait a minute, how many altar calls?
Zu zu zuzurender yes I surrender all
Know my limit when I zoom pass the narrow door
Plunge me, connect me to...
Replay all the three I's heart, honour, respect.
I'm a little finite mortal like the feeling in a casket
Reaching out for greatness that we see beyond the high tech
Pause, what about the everlasting might?
I mean the awesome God, that is infinite
He doesnt have edges like the four conered kite.
Words cant describe they only speak a widows might.
Wait a minute, how many altar calls?
Zu zu zuzurender yes I surrender all
Know my limit when I zoom pass the narrow door
Plunge me, connect me to...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2014 8:48am
5th Jul 2014 8:48am
The sleeping Usher
Retired to bed for the day at noon
Daydreaming, I saved myself nightmares
Reminiscing through my weaknesses
I was gonna stay vigil at the sanctuary
But this one usher
A pin in the neck of sleep
Fresh for the nights spiritual warfare
I sent sleep on exile for some jiffy hours
Though it came back and knocked off warlords
The usher restored them to their war zones
But this one usher
He looked liked he had murdered all his sleep
His eyes never blinked like he paused them
But sleep came like a thief and stole him forever...
Daydreaming, I saved myself nightmares
Reminiscing through my weaknesses
I was gonna stay vigil at the sanctuary
But this one usher
A pin in the neck of sleep
Fresh for the nights spiritual warfare
I sent sleep on exile for some jiffy hours
Though it came back and knocked off warlords
The usher restored them to their war zones
But this one usher
He looked liked he had murdered all his sleep
His eyes never blinked like he paused them
But sleep came like a thief and stole him forever...
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Jul 2014 7:43am
5th Jul 2014 7:43am
plateau's syntax
Plateau's Syntax.
The syntax of a plateaux is usually eruptive,
may be more chaotic when the volcanoes
spreads in million miles per second. A
plateaux results probably as a result of an
error of folds or fault lines, that suddenly
explodes with fires, huh! Can i say a trojan
horse has just gotten control of issues? If
Plateau was a software, then, you will all
agree with me that the syntax for this
program was 'PEACE'. Pioneers of this
program still alive will do anything to get the
others back from their catafalques just to kill ...
The syntax of a plateaux is usually eruptive,
may be more chaotic when the volcanoes
spreads in million miles per second. A
plateaux results probably as a result of an
error of folds or fault lines, that suddenly
explodes with fires, huh! Can i say a trojan
horse has just gotten control of issues? If
Plateau was a software, then, you will all
agree with me that the syntax for this
program was 'PEACE'. Pioneers of this
program still alive will do anything to get the
others back from their catafalques just to kill ...
556 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2014 9:21pm
3rd Jul 2014 9:21pm
deep underground poetry
underground not underated
downrooted not uprooted
have you thought of Mariana's trench?
what about the screed under the floor?
deep underground poetry
perception of ideologies smoked
assumption of words discarded
young minds foreseeing with words
magic of the tongue inspired by the brain
deep underground poetry
you see what you see through our iris
we paint abstract with our words
images captured in words photography
deep but not misunderstood
deep underground poetryjh
downrooted not uprooted
have you thought of Mariana's trench?
what about the screed under the floor?
deep underground poetry
perception of ideologies smoked
assumption of words discarded
young minds foreseeing with words
magic of the tongue inspired by the brain
deep underground poetry
you see what you see through our iris
we paint abstract with our words
images captured in words photography
deep but not misunderstood
deep underground poetryjh
#uplifting
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
621 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2014 8:38pm
3rd Jul 2014 8:38pm
they left me
Dada left, I felt no difference
I just missed him.
Mama left, ma confidence dropped,
I turn an introvert
My lil sis left, I felt I lost a part of me
They're still alive though
They still love me, I know
But they all left me
They pains make me blind
to the love I received behind
Psychologically, i'm dead
Dad, why couldn't you forgive mum?
Mam, why did you have to take lil' sis away?
Now, I'm closer to my fears than my blood
Why did you all leave?
Water couldn't be thicker than blood
Why did you break your vows? ...
I just missed him.
Mama left, ma confidence dropped,
I turn an introvert
My lil sis left, I felt I lost a part of me
They're still alive though
They still love me, I know
But they all left me
They pains make me blind
to the love I received behind
Psychologically, i'm dead
Dad, why couldn't you forgive mum?
Mam, why did you have to take lil' sis away?
Now, I'm closer to my fears than my blood
Why did you all leave?
Water couldn't be thicker than blood
Why did you break your vows? ...
645 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2014 11:13am
3rd Jul 2014 11:13am
french turnz dirt to lurv
It sucks to hear about drought when the clouds still exist. Sometimes all I have is salty water like the rains have come to a cease.
It aches my heart whenever the shes' plays dumb to what my actions and words speaks.
French is an emotional language everyone understands, but the shes' breaks the bridge.
Its dirt to me when all she sees in ma face is facinations
When she's got through me, but barred me off with perceptions.
She is like the stars I see on my screens, though she is at my rear.
Telling her is dirt; like messaging bleaching creams, that's my fear. ...
It aches my heart whenever the shes' plays dumb to what my actions and words speaks.
French is an emotional language everyone understands, but the shes' breaks the bridge.
Its dirt to me when all she sees in ma face is facinations
When she's got through me, but barred me off with perceptions.
She is like the stars I see on my screens, though she is at my rear.
Telling her is dirt; like messaging bleaching creams, that's my fear. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2014 9:57pm
2nd Jul 2014 9:57pm
i'm harmless
Wolfs disguised as lambs, Lambs percieved
the deceit.
Wolfs grazing on grass outside the farm,
Lambs wild like canivores, eating meat.
Outside the sheep pen stands courage and
love, Inside the sheep pen trembles fear and
despair.
A beautiful damsel, innocent like a dove, With
her innocence of childhood scared of loosing
mamas love and care
She's in the valley of decisions, She doesn't
wanna rush to take any.
I think she is waiting for perfect conditions,
She's not convinced by the streams of love
flowing down like honey.
She knows...
the deceit.
Wolfs grazing on grass outside the farm,
Lambs wild like canivores, eating meat.
Outside the sheep pen stands courage and
love, Inside the sheep pen trembles fear and
despair.
A beautiful damsel, innocent like a dove, With
her innocence of childhood scared of loosing
mamas love and care
She's in the valley of decisions, She doesn't
wanna rush to take any.
I think she is waiting for perfect conditions,
She's not convinced by the streams of love
flowing down like honey.
She knows...
654 reads
2 Comments
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