Day 3 of longest poem in the world

 LOVE WARFARE
Sometimes My mind Wonders
Perched With Aves In Starless Skies
The fickleness of Man’s Mind
Today Here Morrow There
Does Love Die
If So Who pulls the Trigger
Or Thrust The Blade
Or Loses The Bow
Or Smashes The Axe
I Have Seen her Flames Quenched
By Cold And Icy Disdain
Or Flames of Burning Hate
The Face You once Held
Delicately like An Easter Egg
Now a Nauseating reflection
Of the Road not Taken
Screams Of Passion I hear
From Barely Closed Walls
And I wonder As The Rage Augments
If there Was Never A  moment
When In Each Others Arms you Felt Safe
Or If Those toddling feet
Whose Cries And Pleas I hear
Never caused A broad Smile
Does Love Die I ask
If So It Hardly Seems Fair
To Build A home On That
And Destroy generations
In Its Demise
For Those Precious souls
Whose Heart You Built Cold
From endless warfare Of Hate
Are The Foundation On Which
A Nation Will Be Built
Does Love Die
If So It Hardly Seems Fair

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Day 3 of the longest poem in the world

 Beyond the skies

I Have Often  wondered
What Lays Beyond The Skies
Golden Flakes or Brown Dust
Endless Joy Or Vacuous Void
Who Patterns The Dance Of Stars?
Or whispers To The Moon Go Forth
Who Dresses The Sky At twilight?
And Strips Her At Dawn
What Symmetry Fashioned The Heavens
Whose Thought forayed The Galaxies
Where Her Soulful Rhythm Comes From
Or Whose feet Spread out her Waters
Maybe I am A poet First And Human Next
Or By A Muse I was Conceived
For My Thoughts Like Wildfire
Licks Through The essence of My Being
Or Perchance There Might Be
In This primal Quest
An Answer To Man’s Relentless Chase
From Nimrod To The Wrights
To Soar Beyond The Heavens
But Distance On Distance
The Quest Piles
Each Success A new Mystery
So I am left Here Still
Wondering, asking And Pondering
What Lays Beyond The Skies

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DAY TWO OF THE LONGEST POEM IN THE WORLD

MY DREAM

In my dream, I was in a void

A deep yearning void

My arms weak and limp

My eyes pale and veiled

I felt the air within my lungs

And it longed for freedom

I could feel a cold arm

I could smell a musk breath

It smelt of stale liquor

The type a deadly pirate would-

Drown in rage and haste

Before placing a knife in another’s heart

I opened my lips to utter a cry

But fear choked my gasp back

The veil loomed on

My throat felt parched

Words escaped inaudible like dust

My faith felt suffocated

Under the gin soaked breath

Say something I dare you

Reveal yourself monster

The mystery was oppressive

The smell, the silence

This was horror like never before

Could this be my last breath?

Is this the fabled end?

Then with my last ounce of fortitude,

I burst open my heavy lids

And faced an empty ceiling

A mockery to my despair

A sound so horrible

It bothered my soul

For my fear had been that monster

Created to quell my humanity

And box what I ought

And my eyelids the veil

Closed like death’s garb

Seeking validity in terror

Lounging in the comfort of the lull

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THE LONGEST POEM IN THE WORLD

Mark it in your calendar because today, you are part of making history.

This is the first post of what will be the longest poem in the world.

Remember this day when i receive the Guinness world record and even better be a part of the sequence that will lead to its achievement.

Remember when i said i was going to create a nerd's diary?

well here it is and even better, it is cloaked in the beautiful facade of a poem

ENJOY!

Diary of a Nigerian nerd

So much thoughts,

Nerds and glasses,

Geeks and their awful toys,

Ponders and wonders,

Overthinking it,

Superheroes and their weird powers,

Are these the theme?

One might be tempted to ask

Yes I do overthink things

And sometimes under think things

Sometimes I am the thought

Other times there are no thoughts

Then I am between thoughts

Or beside them, or under, or…

You see!

I am doing it again

But let me for a moment

Stop and stare at the roses

In my fate, I will poke nose

And tell my story

Of a genius self-claimed

A journey of thoughts

An experience riddled and punctuated

With life and her throes

Some pleasant, other surreal

Which is more I dare not speak

For faith, for truth

But each day suffix to tell a tale

Teach her lesson

And offer a hole into the dark cauldron

The tunnel of mysteries

That few dare to peek

And fewer get a glimpse

So gather around little ones

Children of the sun

Whose eyes are blinded in lust?

And peek with me into incertitude

That together we might find:

The lost elixir…

The unopened parchment…

The untold tale…

Of who we are and

Why life has kept us thus:

A windblown chaff?

A stunted old tree?

Or a shivering pine.

 FIRST THOUGHTS

Sometimes I like to stare

At stars, trees and waters

Oft I see nothing there

But nature in her pattern

Still I stay and stare

I pray, I yearn

To see, to hear

 A soothing voice like:

The crash of waters

The swirl of breeze

Who am I? I ask

This careful lump of clay

Whose thoughts are as diamonds?

I like to see of myself

A silver lined cloud

In a world riddled with murk

A jaunty gay rhythm

In a room plagued of requiems

A daring carefree lark

Singing in the midst of owls

But then time clicks and

And flicks her wand

And I am back again amongst thorns

Crushed by the weight of necessity

Drowned in routine and needs

Will I ever scale that hurdle?

The dark cloud that doth limit man

Only in death raised

Seconds before being shut

Forever in nirvana or hades

Where the story remains

Never told to clueless lifers

Whose days continues in oblivion

Thoughts twining thoughts

Till confusion births exasperation

And hope is shut in despair

Till fate becomes the enemy

And life loses her charm

Till the branch of a tree becomes home

Hanging another life

Another befuddled victim

In this race against time

This joke that never elicits laughter

They never told us at birth

When we cried and asked

Why we were called

From the lull of nothingness

Into this hub of rage

And then I fall into a deep sleep

And in my sleep, a deep dream

And in my dream, a deep ditch

And in that ditch, a mean witch

And in that witch, a cruel wish

And in that wish, death is deemed

As to deem and thread the seam

That I might never see

The things that I wish.

 Who am i?

What is that dream?