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I am who I am!

I am who I am
A heart that sings kind
To the poor I contribute
Such a rare commodity of an attribute

I am the roadside tram
I am the sacrificial lamb
I am the fraudulent scam
The little boy been pushed in a pram

I am the lover you have always wanted
The one in the forest you hunted
Yet, you ignored me when I fell into your trap
Instead took a nap as I painfully grunted

I am the angel in disguise
Playing the harp with retarded fingers
If you listen carefully
The rythms of the sounds are meant to linger

I am who I am
Accept me for what I am
I am the one who fell from grace to grass
Lying on the ground without any broken bones
Thereby I praise myself, for I can still fight on and on

I am the black and beautiful
Standing in the middle or side of your room
Polished by soft hands ever so often dutifully

Most of all
I am the one
who loves you like no other
I am the one
who knows you like no other
You treasure you and your freedom
And I will tell you no lies
For freedom itself, comes with a price

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Loves true meaning!

Loves True Meaning
Take time to compromise
If you have to criticise
Choose words that are wise
Or you may have to pay a price

Indulge in patience
Try to experience
the good and the bad
and make reference
to everything without pretence

Show each other respect
Rather than detect and inspect
What you do not like
Your different ways
You must accept

There has to be an element of trust
telling lies is the worst
The truth always comes out eventually
and then you are bust

Love with a passion
Give it your all
Do not ration
Use your imagination
Spice it all up
Work your way from
the bottom to the top
And don't you ever stop!

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Beautiful!

Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
Intelligence is beautiful
Talent is beautiful

Beautiful is a romance with such abundance
Beautiful are the flowers that roam the earth
Beautiful is awaking to the sound of singing birds
Beautiful is a disguise
Playing hide and seek inside and outside
Beautiful is as naked as the rising sun
Beautiful is delightful and truthful
Beautiful is the golden daylight that shines
And the taste of sweet colored red wine
Beautiful was never ever created by mistake
Beautiful is the ingredient we bake life's cake
When all or nothing is at stake

I am beautiful
You are beautiful
We are beautiful

Beautiful is great
Beautiful is sweet
Beautiful is love
Beautiful is power

Come to me Mr. & Mrs. Beautiful
Let me into your little secret
Of why you are so obedient and dutiful

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What is music to you?

Music is freedom that relentlessly exists
Freedom of speech
Freedom of thought
Freedom of creativity
Freedom of imagination

Music is ever soothingly healing
A bombardment of on-going expression of feelings
Music is a tool of unity
Always bringing people together as family
Hence be described as a mentor of spirituality

Music is magic
Performing its tricks
With sweet instrumental tones and lyrics

Music is emotionally captivating
Music is positively distracting
Music is a form of beautiful art
Passed on as a message on a public stage

Music is as powerful as water
Flowing in and out of generations
Trapped ever so often only by its own enormous power

Music is an angel
Singing out from the skies as she flies
Music is love
Music is the food of all moods
Music is perfect and it is good for you

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A web of lies

As I lay down in my bed
and cry
I realise
It was all a web of lies

I was deceived
as I misconceived
the one identity
that I even had to question
my own sanity

I became a fatality
an instant causality
of using this facility
with hidden negative opportunites
called the internet

A web of lies
spun on the internet
Right in the chat room
dusted into my corner with a broom

I wanted to believe
I do not know why
hence created a world of my own
email addresses
flashing me messages
as cold as any marble stone
The truth was blown
When I heard my clowns on the phone

Be careful
Take care
I say with a sigh
It was all a web of lies

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The Modality of Evil

Hey, freedom, come back!
Poor freedom turns black.
Oh, freedom! Dear freedom! is under attack.

I wish just this once I could take fear away.
I hope we'll soon see a more beautiful day.
Sensing a sick, saccharine despair,
I breathe in nothing but dusty, dead air.

Why am I crying? I choose to be alone.
This shroud of banality is never gone.
I do not consent to this hypocrisy.
But I guess I'll accept what I blindly see.

This masochistic culture breeds our defeat.
With loathing and tears, we just stare at our feet.
Inside their greed asylum, they wait:
Planning escape before it's too late.

Why do they quash any pure ideation?
Why do they keep destroying this foundation,
That was broken, that we rebuild every time?
No cause is given when one probes through their lies.

Why do we doubt any depraved things they've done?
Lost lives lay scattered, and it's only begun.
Seems it's our job to put it back right.
But what can be done without a fight?

Dear freedom, come back!
Poor freedom's turned black.
Oh, freedom! Our freedom! is under attack.

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What’s on your mind?

You slowly take away my rights
Like a slow poison
Hoping I will not give a fight
I can see without a light
Even in the black darkness of the night

What’s on your mind?
My dear

You ponder thoughtfully away
Almost every single day
How to get rid of me in your play
Trying to frustrate me
Sadly you underrate me
Attempting absurdly to captivate me
With your charming sweet lies
But your deception shows in your eyes

What’s on your mind?
I ask you

You look as though, full of fear
Perhaps you are horrified
At your own wicked ideas
Scenarios playing out inwards
Common attributes of a coward

What’s on your mind?
I say to you
Your face looks already troubled
Before you undertake your actions
Pretending you are worried
About my possible reactions

What’s on your mind?

I have no fear
I am ready and steady to prepare
For the battle of minds
This battle will be one of a kind

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Still love you

I still love you
Care enough to wish you well
I will dream of our sweet kisses
Till they slip away in time
Out of grasp
And out of mind

I still love you
It hurts and its true
I know I have to set you free
Like a bird flying out of its nest
For the very first time

If only you could hear my heart
pounding and pounding
There might have been second thoughts
My tears I have bravely fought
Our dreams which we once dutifully sought
Now lie buried in forgotten grounds
It is with all my love
That I end these words
I still love you

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Lost Freedom

For those who don’t already know
This poem is not going to glow and flow
It lost its freedom years ago
Guess who dictates how the current theme goes

Arise, Arise!
Freedom is nice
Yet freedom itself comes with a price
Hence the never-ending sacrifice

After years of people giving up lives
Assisting us with out struggle to survive
To end slavery, to gain independence & to acquire autonomy
We have become the latest kind of slave, a slave of technology

Our phone conversations are listened to
Yet there is no one you can sue
Technology is watching us from cameras & satellites
Taking away our precious privacy rights

Freedom of speech, to those I outreach
Does not exist, I teach
Say the wrong things and you will be impeached

So whilst we have taken
One step forward,
We have also taken
Two steps backwards
We the slaves of new technology
Why do we embrace this new ideology?

Everything about you
Can be accessed from a central database
Is this just the beginning of a new phase?

So Arise, Arise!
Freedom is nice
But the price of freedom itself
equals the withdrawal of freedom for some
Hence the never-ending sacrifice
2006 - Sylvia Chidi

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The last tree

It is the time of the year
When he stands purely naked
Somehow He lost
his evergreen underwear

The last tree
Standing still
Until the last kill
by a chain saw
Sliced down right to the core

His seeds he did sow
As he eagerly awaits the branches
of his offsprings to grow

In the middle of the night
I hear him whispering
I hear him talk
Then he tried to walk
Hindered by his own roots
beneath his foot

It is time to flee
It is time to be free
He is still standing
as the last tree

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Innocent Man

An innocent man he was
The perfect gentleman
The kind of man
you could only spin out
in your endless dreams

He was declared guilty
and a sentence was passed
without a glance
before he even had a chance

An innocent man he was
A man of truth
A man of pride
A man whose words
would sit down gently by your side

Seeking for freedom
Seeking for justice
Seeking to be heard
judged wrongly instead

He was a man of love
He sought salvation from above
Nothing was straight
All the answers
were bent like a curve

An innocent man he was
With no regrets
His worst fear
he had already met
misjudged, complaints lodged

There were two sides
with options so wide
Only one was chosen
The other ignored
Where was the trust?
When was it lost?

What would it take
to sacrifice at stake?
To prove he was an innocent man

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The Grand Piano

In the centre of four white corners
He stood proudly dressed in black upright

Keys in minors and sharps
Shining in mahogany in the light

He spoke with golden tones
With definition and authority
He was sort after
By the minority and majority

So many desired
To play his keys
Producing melodies with chords
But very few could afford
His price
It was worth it
It was nice

He was the grand piano

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Can't get enough

Can't get enough of your gentle touch
I like it so much

Can't get enough of your wet lips
They send me on a pleasurable moaning trip

Can't get enough of your enchanting smile
They keep me in a trance all the while
and simply multiplie in piles and piles

Can't get enough of your thoughtful ways
Showering me with your care everyday

Can't get enough of the warmth of your body
It cries out my name
and lights my heart with your flame

Can't get enough of the laughter in your voice
The sweet melody to my ears takes away all the noise

Can't get enough of your beautiful kind eyes
Sometimes I just can't help wondering why

Can't get enough of your sweet white lies
That's when I try to avoid your awful cries

I simply can't get enough of you baby!

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Beautiful Daughters

Roll on, roll on, and stare!
Beautiful daughters of heaven
Three-sixty-five, Twenty-four-seven

Roll on, roll on, and beware!
Beautiful daughters of hell
With eyes of an angel

But beautiful daughters I praise thee
Praise be onto mothers that raise thee

For when a child is born a sweet girl
Heaven itself is raised from hell

Beautiful daughters are the seeds of peace
Their instinctive love we need not decrease
Bearing along the humane fruit of compassion
The golden qualities of a cherished companion

Beautiful daughters I praise thee
Praise be onto thy mothers that raise thee

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Love grows

I know love grows
Yet sometimes its growth is painfully slow
That I just want to say goodbye and go

When moments are hard
And one is down and sad
I look into my own backyard
And ask where the love is?

For if love grows
When it is really necessary, why does it not show?
Instead love tries to hide away in grass that’s low
Or avoids those times by starting a gigantic row

Patience my dear! Says love
Love grows
Time will tell
Things will flow
Eventually love itself will surrender and bow

2005 - Sylvia Chidi

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Pleasure

P - PAIN
L - LOVE
E - EXCITEMENT
A - AFFECTION
S - SEX
U - UNDERSTANDING
R - RELAXATION
E - EXPLORATION

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Contemporary Freedom

I am who I am
Because of what I am

I ask for freedom from love
I ask for freedom from slavery
I ask for freedom from hunger
I ask for freedom from desire

You know and I know
That not all seeds you sow
Will eventually grow