The lies which tore us apart!

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I am so sorry we are now so apart,
Two halves which mischievously used to be one part,
Life now seems so cruelly empty and bare,
Since you left and brought  away your loving and care,
Loneliness surrounds as I look around,
I still remember that first day you came to the orbit of my concern,
Lit a fire in me that grew violently and made me burn,

You turned around and proposal after proposal your spurned,
Then together we learned as our love unfurled like a fern,
You said the only reason you were initially stern,
Was to ensure that every ounce of your love I will earn,
It was all a lie and it probably was the way you acted it out,
Effortlessly acting each scene of each act and winning every bout,

Somehow the lies you told  and lived and the lies you donned,
Irresistibly charmed everything in me and left me conned,
Many years later even though I know of all the lies I am here,
On the same stage where I first met you feeling empty and bare,
Remembering the moment when you started acting strange,
And when it became evident that you had radically changed,

But when you stopped the lies and your love was true,
I had drifted apart and the distance true through and through,
I am standing stranded here,
And the stage is bare without your loving care,
Today I bring the curtains down and exit the stage,
Turn over a new page and liberate myself from this cage,
Leaving behind the longing for ability to go back again,
And find a way to more effectively ease your pain.

... his tears flowing like a river he walked away... from the past which hemmed him in...

Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary

The skin deep magic of botox!

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I have news for you,

Just in case you haven't realized,
The magic of botox is only skin deep,
The internal vital organs are beyond its superficial reach,

While you may fool the world,

With a botox induced plasticity of your brand new face,

Designed to cheat time and mock its assaults on fragile skin,

Beyond the skin its effects are not felt,

It cannot erase the inner scars of passing time,

Like it or not,
The clock is ticking within,
While externally you look as fake as an ancient British wig.

Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary

That folly which makes you foolishly proud!

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What is it that makes your head swell and makes you feel so proud?
Makes you feel you earned a right to stand out in the crowd,
Is it because you think you're so much more intelligent and so very bright,
Believe me there are many so bright if they were light,
They will make you feel like night,
What is it which makes you feel so right?
Is it because you were born in royalty,
And many a people owe you mighty loyalty?
What did you do to be where you are?
To ride in a big and fancy car,
To go to school,
And learn the craft of many tools,
What part do you play in keeping your heart beat?
You could have been born in a jungle and be lion's meat,
What role did you play in not being born in the heart of war,
What role in being born in a family where you can always get some more?
Don't you dare tell me it's hard work when you should know the truth,
Are you working harder than the kid who needs to earn a wage at age five,
Rise before the cock crows with clinical precision when the clock chimes five,
Do you work harder than the countless children who have to walk for countless miles,
With loads on their heads many times heavier than their weights?
Who do you work harder than?

Even though you might work hard,
Many work a lot harder but their life's still so very hard,
What is it you did to prevent you from being born in a cave,
What kept you away from the place lethally hit by the Tsunami wave?
You could have been a genius born without a chance to go to school,
A genius born into crime with cocaine in your veins and the mind of a fool,
You could have been still birthed,
My friend you have no control over these events,
Same as you have no control over the sleep event,
So what makes you think you are absolutely in charge?
You are to some good degree,
The product of something independent and beyond your choice of pedigree,
So do the world a favor and check that foolish pride, 
Which still sure goes before a fall!

Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary

The only allowed bribe!

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My stomach grumbles,
And barks and growls in furious protesting sounds,
I try in vain to ignore the menacing barks,
But that makes it groan in louder threats,
I still manage to pretend to ignore them,
Then a serious Selma like rioting accompanies the groans,

There was no food around,
But the protests grew so loud and got so raucous and serious I had to stop,
Stop all I was doing and go bribe my stomach into temporary silence,
I rushed to a distant nearest restaurant where I was served a proper meal,
To restore quickly falling energy levels,

This is what hard work does to strength,
It saps it and for me,
This is the only time when a bribe is allowed,
When a rioting stomach is bribed with a meal,
Served by honest means. 

Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary

More beautiful than Helen of Troy!

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Helen had the face that launched a thousand ships,

She has a face which can launch ten thousand ships and more,

Endowed with a beauty so pure, so unvarnished, so unadulterated,

So pretty Helen will look ugly by her side,

She has charmed ten thousand men and more than countless things,

Her beauty also lured a madness as subtle as it is real,

A rare and unpredictable madness charmed by her magnetic person,

A madness of untold proportions drawn by the sweet nectar of her being,

A madness that wouldn't let her be,

Be normal or formal but informal and abnormal and paranormal,

One that would not spare her for owning such a pretty face,

The face prettier than Helen of Troy's,

She beats Helen in both beauty and an unsuspecting madness,

She makes Helen pale in significance by her side,

And in courting her many have courted the end of life as they knew it,

Learning one of life's invaluable lessons,

Than indeed all that glitters it not purely gold!

Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Summoning every grace - A new day...

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The way is rough,
I need to be tough,
Tempted to find excuse,
Retreat and become recluse,
But the pace is fast,
The die is cast,
If I must last,
To finish the race,
I must summon every grace,

My feet wobble before they stumble and fall,
But still I manage to rise to the call,
That higher call,
I give it my all,
In stead of just crying,
Even when I cry I will die trying,
To excellently pass the test,
And bring out the very best,
Turn the mighty slip,
Into a revolutionary flip,
Flipping to a new page,
Ushering in a new age,

Brand new days,

Transforming all those nays,
A clean break from the past,
To opportunities very vast.

Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Tribute to Martin Luther King Jr - What a small man!

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Some giants walk around in a Lilliput's skin,
As I first set eyes on him,
I could not contain my thoughts,
I irresistibly blurted out,
Oh what a small man,
But I met him all the same,
As wise word after wise word,
Dripped like honey from his lips,
I began to see a transformation of a man,
From small to mighty big,
From liliputian to giant,
The giant who would be my husband,
The servant,
The great visionary,
Peace and justice missionary,
Very interdisciplinary,
The love of my life. 

Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary