Another New Year

365 days of surprises, yet mingled in its own suspense
52 weeks of gains, big wins, yet not devoid of its own losses
12 months of celebration and jubilation, yet covered in times of sober reflections
1 year of triumph and the same year coloured with its trying examinations

It was a journey through the unknown
A path treaded in faith yet sometimes in fate
I belief that the end would be great, yes great
Eventually, through it all, was a peace like no other known

Today marks the end of the worst life ever
This moment births the beginning of the best life ever
Another new day, new month and new year
March 1st, the beginning of the greatest achievements encountered

serenghetti: The Dream About Myemzy

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The Dream About Myemzy

"Good morning my world. Its time to live a smile
Good morning my day, filled with colours and shine
Good morning my love, every bit of me kiss you wild
Good morning my fire, my passion and desire"

I dream of the mountain top today
writing you letters of love whilst resting by the sunflowers
playing with the butterflies and viewing the horizon of life,
curved by the colours of the rainbow

I walk down the path, 
close to where i hear the seagulls cawing
then i go to the ranch and feed the horses
so close is the bend to the rivers
I pluck you lillies and red rosses
yes i see a white one and pluck one too


I seat by the waters to write you one more line or two
of how my life is missing without the voice of you
of how touch makes no sense without the want of you
I write about how life is a hollow when I am not with you

Then the sun begins to set
I perch a little then jump on my bicycle
I ride back up the steeps
whistling and dreaming of what I would see

Just in time a smile welcomes me
clothed in white flowing silk
flowing to the tune of the breeze
holding a lantern and beckoning at me
I giggle thinking of what I would get

"Good evening my love
It being a day of thinking about you
each moment and every thought i wrote just for you
Just to let you know how much you mean to me"


I wake up again and know its being a dream
I reel one in my head but a dream it remains
I know I would sleep again and the dream will continue
I know it will never stop as long as I've never stopped loving you


Dedicated to my dream that i have everyday - By Olaolu Abimbola

Changes

Situations come and go
Where we head'n we'll never know
But as far as our breath controls
All we'll know is all that that will flow

Life, what part of it we all desire,
Honey Badger Limits, our souls ignite
Fire,burning through our hearts
Our secrets, just sick like crocodile arms


But a time will come, when the real would we'll see
Through the eye of changes , yes true ones that be
That we can never thread on road so cold and still
And by faith, we must dare to cross the narrow sea

People come and go
Just like changes that we know
But one of them will truly hold firm like snow
Oh yes! The hope we've come to behold



Dedicated to that heart that wants to smile again...believing in change (Olaolu Abimbola 2011)

A Different Heart On the Phone

He woke up still dozing

bothered about the results of life's realities, yet less desirous of them

He had been battered and wounded, 

So much of himself he now despised

He needed to get back on track 

so he put up a call to the lady invisible

not for love or gain, 

just a desire to live his life to the fullest, 

requesting for support

Then the voice of the stranger brought him to consciousness

He realized it was just more than a phone call for help

She was different right from the first giggle

She was real right from her decision to be of help

If she was customer service,

that would have been an excuse

but she was just a little stranger

on the other end of the phone

Daily exchange of messages lasted for just about a week

But that must definitely had been his best maybe in years

However, it did change one thing in his heart;

No matter how long or how far,

There is still a kind and beautiful heart, smiling a pray'r away

Love Reborn

Love is like a seed

Needs to be buried and unseen

Then it dies and begins to sprout

Love blossoms out of the mud to come alive

Love is like a flower

Buds and creates its form

Then it glows and blows

Refreshes with its flow

Love is like a fruit

First of all bitter and un-edible

Needs time to ripen and then enliven

Mostly taken for grated and left to rot

But deep inside the fruit is another seed

Waiting for a new love to be borne.

Dear Turkey

Dear Turkey,

To nature your land did quake
But in God, your lives will remain

To pain your children did mourn
But to gain, your country will rejoice

To earth, your souls did give up while swallowed
But to eternity the lost souls, crowns will inherit

Oh Turkey,

It was indeed an earthquake
we must never allow it to turn to a "heartquake"