THE AFRICAN TORCH

 She hopes to be understood by her own. But in return she receives a blow fist.Her world turned to dark,she only hopes that the moon will light her path. Her heart races for survival, her Mind caged in thoughts of suicidal,but a barrel of future dreams holds her head high.She  turned deaf to all the music from her rear life. She fences her heart with hopes of healing the world,she thirst for a gratitude,and hunger for love. The spots on her face reminds her of the hope she never lost.She trips and on the path where she lifts her relief. The African woman holds it High.She remains to be the African torch! 

MADE OF ROCK

 Behind the door stood a pot,the flowers on the pot were shedding the petals. Why is everything changing? A confused heart would ask.The favourite music, turned into something worse than a lamentation.They seed grew,who watered it with anger?The shoulders I leaned on, had thorns. I have a heart which bleed and never heals.I have a tongue which reads and never lead.The world around me is growing thinner and weaker. Life is turning to an ultimate challenge,a puzzle,that only the strong can solve.Behind the walls,is a city made of blades. A reminder, Our hearts are made of  rock.

I GIVE IN

 How I wish everyday is a dream, a dream that never comes true.The hunting dogs are hunting me,the haunting demons are haunting me,and the world's thomas are doubting me.The birds grew tired of singing the sweet memories ,and the crickets are no longer holding their midnight meetings. The woods around me are growing thicker, and the lights fading away.Am drowning in loneliness and suffocating from the bitter reality.Am holding on to a dry leaf, feeding on a poisonous stem, and trusting the rotten roots.On my back is a  load of desires of a dreaming man.Am wrapped in shallow hopes,but my Mind caged in the desires of the heart.They switched off, all the lights and broke all the bridges,Am left wondering around, thirsty and weary. The wild is my home,and alone is my family, I give in! 

AN ANTELOPE KILLED A LION

 In the jungle the lion was always respected and glorified for its strength.Whenever the lion gave a command,it was to be followed with no question at all,not even the fastest leopard would or the biggest elephant would resist his reign.

There rose a problem,drought came and everything was cleared living a bare land,it was left for every animal to fight for its life,it was a matter of feast for survival,the herbivorous animal were at risk of extinction.The situation was fatal,in a rate where even the animals that fed on plants,had to eat flesh for survival.

One day the antelope was walking in the bare jungle,searching for food for its young ones,having walked for a long distance,it was extremely exhausted and hungry.At this instance it was clear that if it could not find anything to eat,it would definitely die.At a distance from where he stood,the king of the jungle,the lion,was lying below a tree,due to thirst for water,from the look of it,he was dying.When the antelope saw him,although he was hungry and exhausted,he was eager to help in any way.

The lion could not even move an inch.Both the animals were dying,and so the lion being the king of the jungle,gave the antelope an order,to kill him!!This frightened the antelope so much.The lion asked him,"can you do anything for the survival of your youngones?" "yes I can!"the antelope replied."then kill me and feed my flesh to your youngones."

The antelope killed the king of the jungle,and fed his young ones flesh,it was not what they were used to eating,but it was better to keep them alive.

THE KING SACRIFICED HIMSELF,FOR HIS PEOPLE...

"an antelope kills a lion!" it may seem like an achievement for the antelope,but we all know it sacrifice!


My question is, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN AN ANTELOPE KILLS A LION??


The story is a reflection of our day to day life...
by ALEXANDER THE PEACEPOET

TRUST IS A JEWEL

 Trust is a proverb that we misuse in our composition about our life.It is a proverb that needs intervention from from experienced characters.characters that knows its background,its roots.Before you trust anyone with your heart,ask yourself,do they really deserve it?Most people  have failed in life just because they trusted the wrong people,but do we take time to know the people we trust?

Trust is jewel but also a weakness.The people you trust can either treasure it or use it as your weakness to put you down.You can't trust a monkey to look after your ripe bananas,you can't trust a murderer to keep your life safe.Some friends are like wolves in sheep skins,a murderer in pastor's collar.People are not hurt by their enemies but their friends.learn to put your trust where it deserves.Take your time before trusting anyone.TAKE CARE OF THE TREASURE!!

LIGHT OF THE STARS DIMMED BY TEARS OF THE WORLD

 

It is in the middle of a confused hour.I try to drive my attention away from too much thoughts causing my sleepless night due to imminent circumstances.At a distance through my window,am obsessed by this glowing star which differentiate itself from  every other source emitting light.In this star,I see hope,I see a dream come true.

But there is something coming,a cloud,it is almost covering my little star.As the light of the star fades away,I  see a dream shattered,I see hope lost.The clouds are dark and I notice the world is in tears.Am left in a dilemma that I can not explain.



Am still in a dillema cause I don't understand why is the world in tears.The moon's light is pipping through the clouds,hopingto regain its night freedom from the clouds.Effort bears no vain,but I see hope,I see hope coming from the east,I see hope showing me light, but the clouds still want to continue rulling.

when a lion roars even the mighty elephant runs for its life.This hope is signified by the sun,the clouds have no otherwise but give up,he lost.A new hope is born,A new dream is awaken,but without the clouds,I will never know that life is not

FRAGILE WORLD

 A world full of fingers pointing at each other,is where I lived.If blame was a  spell,you can call us witches  and wizard.We are never proud of who we create in the process,The blood in our veins is darker than  the deserted underground gold mines.We  run from the  truth,but hide in the devils warehouse.Our success story has no difference from a misfit fairytale.We pretend to be happy,but behind our mask,is a wounded heart.We trusted in our own shields,unfortunately they were compromised by our inner self,to be the weapon that destroyed our lives.Getting back on our feet is a dream,hoping we help each other up.How can I trust the one who gave me bitter water when I was thirsty? How can I trust them whereas am still coughing out water from the last time you left me to drown.We lock our hearts when they approach to knock,the edge of our tongues are sharper than the guillotine's blade.We sharpened them with our own decisions.We bend the metal bars caging us from the freedom of acceptance.The irony of them all,is we turned dumb from the truth.Search for your better version,because we live in a fragile world.