Revelation Poet

So cold the night is to those who have no home. To those who sleep under tables and in front of a shop they still call home. To those who suck breast milk under the supervision of the moon. To those who don’t hear their own voices even when they cry for help. So cold the night is. At dusk; the night before they begin their task They prepare themselves for the sweat they’d have to wipe off their rough faces. The pimples they had from improper care of the skin serve as gutters for the very salty sweat of failure that gallops down their dignity. With their children behind them, they scream. Not asking for help, but offering it. They lay their pride down for the unexpected to walk on. And still show respect after being disrespected. So cold the day to these ones. These ones who carry pans of distress and head out with their heads down. These ones who eat of the fruit of their labor and never get satisfied. These ones who give up on life to be give

Sometimes blue Sometimes shaded Sometimes painted Sometimes faded Other times you just can’t state the state of your mask. We put on new faces When new phases appear. Our smiles alone Could take the sorrow off one’s tear. Yet, Deep down, our souls yearn for joy. Regretting what our past once destroyed. Sometimes, deliberate. Other times, not; We change the masks so quickly, we forget who we really are. Our faces become new to us. Our purpose eludes us: Our path becomes strange. That’s the point we start believing our own lies. 1…………………………………………………………………………… 2…………………………………………………………………………… 3…………………………………………………………………………… 4…………………………………………………………………………… Dheric Da Poet ™ I’m not sure how to end this one. So I’m throwing the challenge to YOU. Add the last stanza to it. The most “Delicious” and “Sumptuous” stanza would be added. Hehehe. Don’t forget to like my page too, http://facebook.com/poeticdheric   OR Just searc

I WANT TO GO I want to go! I want to go back to that to that place I came from. I want to go back to that place where peace exists. I want to go! I was born into a land they claimed flowed with milk and honey. A land they claimed was free forever. A land they claimed possessed all the secrets of life. But now, I want to leave forever. We’re ruled by people who beg to be in power. Today, we blossom; tomorrow, we die like a flower. They promise me the best of things on my 8 th day here. But now, I want to go; I want to leave all of these here. I want to go! I arrived with laughter; they said it wasn’t enough. So they pinched me and I cried because they wanted to laugh. When I said I wanted to go, they offered prayers to God. When I offered to stay, they dribbled me like players abroad. When I put my foot down, They put little socks around it.

We were created with freedom but now we run for our lives Because our land has been infiltrated by the people who claim to be helping us. They mine our gold Export our cocoa Take our money Rape our girls. And we sit and watch them. They tell us its for our good Yet they hide behind that faded skin and lie to us. Just because we are a little behind in technology doesn ’ t make us illiterates. Our farms, they want. Our minerals too. They want our heads on silver platters  And our country on less. Yet we sit and do nothing. We declare ourselves poor just to get into their good books. We cut employment just to be their friends. And we call that sustainable development. A time is coming when we would look for our own and find no one Because they ’ ve come to occupy our places. Ching Chun Cun We would have a faded skinned president. A faded skinned minister. A faded skinned ambassador. All because of Ching Chun Chu Dheric Da Poet

How do you wake up from a heart break? How do you rise from a sudden drop from the heart? How do you overcome being replaced? These and more are questions which should have been in our manual. There comes times when you get to your cross roads. There you begin asking questions like, I am the one for her? Is she the one for me? Are we meant for each other? Questions like these need answers from the heart, Not a text book. I’ve gotten to my cross roads. Do I ask these questions or skip them? Angry  Dheric Da Poet ©2015 No rights reserved,

Indeed, on my honor. (y) The honor of self is suppressed by self. The self of honor is tarnished by self. On my honor ---- This honor is masked by the deceit of the world; This world in which we live. We say with our mouth and plan in our hearts, But commitment, we fail to give. In our minds, we convince ourselves that tomorrow never comes. It comes when we least expected. It brings to us the results of the lies we’ve told; So we’re not respected. On my honor ---- This honor we redress each and every day. This pride we destroy hither. This vow we break, right after we say, “I promise in my honor”. Day by day, at the break of dawn We pledge this to our country. But when dusk sounds his alarm at us, We break the promise in a hurry. On my frigging honor---- Mercy for our heads! (y) This generation knows not the meaning of honor. Punishment for our behinds! We lack the dignity expected of citizens! So the next tim

The existence of stark pain Makes my heart go plain. The absence of joy gained Rids my mind of God’s rain. In these times that do stain, My path, to me, seems sane. My focus, not maimed. My end, now plain. But, The darkened world keeps my sight slain. My feet bounded by life’s chain. In view of this, I reign. In my tears, I still gain. As blood plies my vein, Thoughts fall freely like grain. They hit the ground with the strength of a thousand which none can slay. My strength, I must maintain. This courage, I must ordain. Its freedom, I must attain. So, no distractions do I entertain. So as I rhyme with pain You might think I’m insane. But the only thing I have to say Is … Dheric Da Poet As usual, no right reserved. ©2015

GHOST They claimed I was there. They claimed I was seen. They claimed I belonged. They claimed I was needed. They claimed. So as they turned my significance on and off, I pretended day and night were passing by. And as they hid me under my own shadow to rot, I wondered. Why did I die? They passed through my accomplishments as though I never existed. Never heard me when I spoke. Never saw me when I appeared. Never paid attention to who I really was. Hmm ----- So I stood before them as they deceitfully read a tribute to me. They cried with utmost care for their make-up, not me. They wore their black on their party clothes and ---- Not me. So I am a ghost. One who is never seen, Never heard, And never spoken to. I see, I hear, I speak. The way of the ghost is never understood because it’s never noticed. The troubles of the world never get to me. Only the heat does. I am the ghost of all times. I am -----

I die a 1000 deaths every second I’m pressed on both sides. I’m weary from the battles I’ve fought; And being the enemy’s ride. I stand and watch as lose my dignity; I lose my pride. So anytime the saviour comes calling, I hide. I’ve eaten of the tree forbidden; Disobeyed the master’s law. I was perfectly crafted But now, with leaves, do I cover my flaw. My identity tarnished! With the help of the cunning one. Reduced me to nothing; I can’t even be called a man. Didn’t come with guns; Just a sweet tongue. Persuaded me to walk his path And dance to the song he sang. Now, I’ve been written off. My name, wiped from the books of record. I’ve lost all hope I ever had; Even tore my record. But time met time and brought time to me. My blindfold was taken off So now I can see. With the anger of the righteous, I pursue the evil. Steadfast in action, to the grain, like the weevil. My heavy name, Substituted for a lighte

I’m so pissed. So angry. So not happy. So not in the mood to talk. I feel rejected. I feel replaced. I feel I have been sidelined. I feel dumped. Just because I’m not that good looking guy. Just because I’m not that well-built guy. Just because I’m not the guy with the expensive stuff. Just because I’m not good enough. I hate myself already. I don’t even want to see myself anymore. I have been sidelined by the one who I love. The only one I truly loved. I don’t know if God will even help me. He’s looking down at me, smiling. I wonder if He is seeing what is going on. Hmm. I’m real angry. Real annoyed. Real pissed. So pissed.

So glowing beauty. Strands of words which flee your lips Bind me in everlasting chains of love. To you alone I give my love. To you alone I give my all. To you alone I surrender. So glowing beauty. The perfect radiance that emit from your smile. The way your words sink me deep down its Nile. The way you ignore when I wrong Makes me sing this song. To you alone I give my joy. To you alone I give my peace. So glowing beauty. Like the keys of the piano, You blend my white with black. Together we’re complete; there’s nothing we lack. When you stepped into my life, I gave in to your charm. Now I don’t want to let you go; Prune me neat, like your farm. So glowing beauty… Dheric Da Poet © 2015 No right reserved!