Tired

I am angry with the world while the memory of hurt keeps me frm moving on, cos to past I never loved I am tied to. I need help. I av never lived my self. The stranger in me as taken over me. Is there hope? Within me hope and hurt contends. Even though I tried from the ashes of yesterdays light is yet to sprout, love long dead in me is yet to bud, but I have hope in the dawn, in the thought of sunshine, it is not the end of the road. Though my emotion might failed from the scratch feeling I will build my life again. www.truthattwilight.com

Stay with me

The night is far spent, lone in this world I am, but your love I bear, so I have a best company. Please, understand I am just a man, but I still have emotion in me. So don't leave me.
I hold your hand, but please never let it slip from me because without you this deserted path I ply.
I am not a bad man afterall, but your husband I shall always be. My intent is pure, but my reason has beclouded me that I am from the fact you are emotional being. Please, try to understand I always love you even though it might not look like it.
Even though it seems I never show it to you but I am faithful to no one else but you.
You said I never said I love you, but I do. I was ignorant that voice is just a ting compare to action. Even from the foreign land I am, I am blind to beauty but in your love I have my sight. While you are far from me, your love still drives me even though my ego took over my reason. Erred have i, please try to understand, that TRUE LOVE is not bound by space. I am gravely wrong.
Now I am on my return home to spend the rest of my life with you, the wife of my youth. Please, stay with me. I love you.
Dont see me as the most grievous mistake you have ever had. I am trying to be your best of man. I shall always keep my vow to love you and protect you, which before  the holy witness as God sealed this UNION.
PLEASE, DONT LEAVE ME.
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THE BEST YOU

You are the mirror of your earnest thought. So guide ur heart with the words of God. Most of the time, out of your unconsciousness, the you in the subconsciousness float to the surface.
Remember only the ROYAL you within you shall be if you treat yourself as such, and in humbleness of purpose others you respect.
Ignite the passion within because in the light of love you share you can see you are truly loved
And in self-acceptance and warmth of your heart true friends are know. ILOVE YOU ALL.
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I LOVE YOU

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My Baby

Love  is not just a friend;
It is the beauty of the heart.
If I have to do it again and again
If have to live another life
If I only have a second to survive my mortal instinct
If in a blink of the moment
Of the the reality I am bound in
If in the wisp of breath and glimpse of sight
If it is in the dream that never end
Or the gleam of first light on my bleary eyes
In the  sunshine or in my darkest moments
In the fall of my chest or rise of my heart
In my blossoming soul or tone of symphonic spirit
In the thick or thin, supple moment or crisp circumstances
In weakness or strenght
In the cuddle of your arms or warmth of your bosom
In your gentle sigh or wisp of your whisper
In the tenderness of your lips or comeliness of your eyes
I will always LOVE YOU, MY BABY.

UNFAITHFUL

He had been living with wrong version of a woman he had ever dreamt of. Even though, Simbi fitted the description of the right  version but the only fate he had was the ring in his ring-finger, the same kind his wife shared with him.
The idea of cheating on her was now keen than ever, as Simbi was also ready to be his mistress regardless of the fact she being  a second fiddle.
Simbi, exquisite beauty, has passed the threshold under which, whom, single guys would die to have,  the phase where her ravishing beauty would make a man raise arm against another with even slight share of  jelousy. Her curve, so alluring, could make a man steadfast standing to fall. Her rocking behind and swaying front behind her blouse, were fate of men of faith. How could brother cling to his devout faith with a slight sight of her curve.
Through the years of youthfulness, pride  had seived the right men from her life,  and all that was left  men who were devoted to the thought of having sex with her. Nevertherless, Bade was a respite.  He was top on her list of men who trail her because what was behind her, round and supple, were more than lust, now derailing men for momentary pleasure.
At least, Bade was real. He had told her he was going to divorce his wife for her. He told her his wrong version of wife, whom he was never derailed to tie conjugal  knot with, was having multiple affairs. She needed to wait as he was still consulting with his lawyer before he file divorce. At least, she needed to play a second fiddle for now... www.truthattwilight.com

Love

Love never felt so good
When beauty is the first point of  call
But feeling is not well defined
Only with emotion vague lovers erred
And true love is hurt by what is first esteemed
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Palm of your hand

Look deep at ur palms, see the paths in them.  Imagine great feat you can achieve, and hold tight to what you believe. Know that there is nothing impossible for you to accomplish. In your palm lies the print of destiny, if only you don't give up bearing the yoke at the time of your youth (and though it might be a mite you should be proud of your honest labour) and understand that wit that little faith in you, you can move mountains.
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Time

Time is not just an entity of nature, from endless past been
A space in which dusk and dawn are constrained
On the wing on which seasons fly and reality burns under sun
Glimmer of future from the darkness of past our present radiate our virtue
But into history memory of old flows
And having lost the track of ancient shadow, only to look foreward to what is none;
However, Time is a ripple on the water from which our souls drink breath of life.
Time is in you, dont be constrained  by space.
Express the genius in you
By which you leave your earthly reality to decay
After all is said and done
Ur very trail of kindness bide you farewell.
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She has a beautiful countenance

Her teeth so evenly set are as crystal as silver
Her tender lips spoke softly
Her voice so distinct gently dissolves stones
Emotion in her heart felt in speech
So mild that sweetly waft into the air
And how blessed her the eyes beholding her beautiful countenance
She is a beauty, yet in humility with pride
She radiate the beauty GOD endowed her youth with
She is my Shalom, MoNiSola
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To All Beautiful ladies

With humility beauty is a strenght.
Good chatacter is the virtue of a great woman
For not only her husband will be proud of her
Her children shall honour her
Her inlaws shall adore her
Because in her loins is the future
She humbly birth for generations to come
To be nursed and nurtured
And yet, tending the budding Tomorrow even though at infant stage,
Her dreams are accomplished
She is MOTHER,
A woman of honour
A pearl, so adorable she shines
As she is the MIRROR  CHRIST, the HUSBAND of the CHURCH,
wants every LADY to look unto as a model of FAITH and LOVE.
I love all you women that exhibit the VIRTUE of BRIDE of CHRIST.

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For those who died because of their innocence

out there is you are beaten both by the rain and sunshine. we hope we can feel how cold you are under moonlight, and warm under the sun. we look but we cannot see you , even though at the doorway you cry, while open you cannot come. we wish we can be moved by your ceaseless tears because untimely you left us, we only cry but time has a way of healing our hurt. through endless season you wander the earth, yet you wish your loved one you could cuddle, the head of the young orphan you cannot stroke, to your loved one the very earnest emotion within you wish to share. so pathetic, in this dirge you cannot find symphony. though you are suppposed to find peace from the struggle of this mortal world, yet beyond seemed the gate is closed, for untimely your seasons on earth was cut short and your consciousness of the sun and moonlight waft like smoke into infinity with the sudden flash of your last moment, air we all breath and water we drink was reduced to ashes due to those who uphold the faith of the PROPHET OF PEACE  with violence
ADIEU TO THOSE LIVES CUT SHORT BY BOMB BLAST IN JOS.
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Shalom

Respite one might call it
The first gleam of day at dawn
But it breaks silence of tender night
And the cord of harmony of moonlight is quietens
Yet while in the beauty of fireflies glows
In the joy or lattitude we are caught
In the tenderness of the humble moment
In the comeliness of your face
In the entanglement of emotion between us
In your affection, my sunrise,
Yet I am still dreaming even though awake
With the cupid arrow lodged in my heart
My Shalom

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TRUTH AT TWILIGHT

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SHALOM OPEYEMI

Today I wake up with your thought, my hope dawn with the the symphony of awakening day.
My shalom, with you my sun shines because you have given me best  inspiration of life: LOVE.
That I hold esteem in my humble bosom. In your outstretched of emotion I have that consolation with the future, through the ethereal instinct ignited from the core of my being, in this space of ROMANCE, this EMOTION, we are niched  with the best of feeling. I LOVE YOU.
SHALOM!

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“The stubby man, the cigarette glowing in his fingers, was still staring lustfully at Amope's naked figure. It looked like a lit dynamite in his mouth. He puffed out some smoke, but some he mistakenly swallowed almost choked life out of him. Some smoke inhaled might reach through his nasal cavity into his skull, baking his brain and he coughed and whacked his head repeatedly as though to exorcise the spirit feasting on his sense.”

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Men, feel women sometimes

To ensure harmony at home, act like a woman but feel like a man sometimes. Turn blind eyes to ur spouses' shortcomings sometimes and love her with blind eyes and be deaf rumours. Care for her even if u think she doesnt worth it. Love and never ask back. Sometimes betray ur ego and cuddle her. Yet all these do not diminish ur manhood.
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Dreams

Our dreams are limited by reality but with by it we inspire our reality. So if you must dream, u must live your dream. However if by dawn night is not yet over, then at noon we waked into life through morning we have been been idle with by poverty, and by evening if all oir shorcomimgs arw not mended with strain of the sun and sweat,every hope dim with the dusk. www.smilingjohne.wordpress.com

Man is wedged btw gud&evil. Wia u tilt 2 dos nt only determine ur destiny bt destnies of odas, of unborn children. Chck out truth @ twilight
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Love is too bad. Sometime it leaves heart broken. But pls wen u find true love hold tight onto it bcos in dis age true love is hard to find. Wen u look for love dont let neither greed nor sentiment take ova u. Let it come frm deep within and be sure in its atmosphere u can express ur being bcos if u can, or d presence of ur lover or his/her deprive u of who u r within, u might av to retrace ur step. I love you all. ✅  @ TRUTH AT TWILIGHT
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My book

With this instance of time, while my humble eyes closed and the moment pristine  from deep to deep is hushed, with this feeling I hold onto, the memory of old is hard to forget. check out. TRUTH AT TWILIGHT.
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Inspire

There is no dream so lofty to accomplished;  no dream too late to accomplished.

Inspiring

When you feed the mind you grow a nation. There is no next generation if the present generation lack knowledge, and the wisdom of the age to bestowed on our children unborn is in the book. www.smilingjohne.wordpress.com

WITH FAVOUR OR WITHOUT PREJUDICE: Racism

Any social institution is only sane if all, I mean all, can stand upright before law as equal without favour or prejudice. God, the creator of heaven and the earth, who knows if he is black or white even though he created man to look like him. While we are all gods walking the earth, their is no superior race nor inferior. Again, either negro or caucasian, the chinese or the indian, the mongolians or the zulus we are equal before the supreme law. I salute the faiths of all freedom fighters. l salute the faith of the little girl, Ruby Bridges. With courage she brigded the gap between the white and coloured. www.smilingjohne.wordpress.com

Marriage

Deepest passion never wait long for tender heart,
So softly, through twilight though forgotten emotion comes and go while longings sway,
The light in the gayest moment is the cord of hope strike
Wherefore the resonance we have ever wished for gained.
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Worthless one
Only with true love genuine lovers can bond better with.
I share my dream with you and ur dream is mine but for nw my greatest dream is that u be the mother of my offsprings.
He is married but still single.

LOVE CAPSULE FROM SAINT VALENTINE

Sometimes love don’t come the way you want it to come. Most of the time it doesn’t meet your expectations because sometimes we look away from truth while we embrace glamour and are caressed by infatuation. Love is germane and most of the time is not beautiful at first sight but only the fake that glimmers at the first sight and fade away in a twinkle of an eye. That thing that glitters most of the time are often buried raw in the ground, only can be found be serious men. You are a precious lady. Your man, who truly loves you, has to dig for you and care for you. Because no matter how small gold is, who will let it slips off him? Remember true love is hard to come by. You  will  not understand until you have married that man for some years and see if the romance of youth he still allows to kindle in his heart. However before it is too late, so you wouldn’t look back and blame God for the beauty of youth He endows you with, think beyond the glamour and face truth squarely. However if you don’t humble yourself your beauty will mutate to curse. And besides, physical appearance can only last till old age and for women, in some cases, after child birth but true beauty is in the heart which never fades. When love is genuine, even death will find it hard to do you apart.
Please, when love is blind doom might be lurking at a corner. Love can only be blind if we close our eyes to faults of our partners and cuddles with affection which most likely effervescent. Please, shine your eyes. Ask yourself, if you can commit your dreams and aspiration to him and share the rest of your life with him with the budding truth staring at you in the face. And also ask yourself if it is his money that attracts you to him or her beauty that makes your heart skip; or he himself or her.
True love is beyond look and material possession but about the heart. If everything fails, true heart doesn’t fail. If you must look for anything in your man or lady, if you must love, don’t judge by the present condition but look beyond your nose. Your best man might be around and you may not see. So don’t look; see. I wish you the best of love. I hope my love capsule has done you good. I love you. Happy VALENTINE.
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I will wait

Rain falls down
Washing away my tears
From my haunting past
…in a ghostly chase at my frail heels
Oh! This is a forgotten world!

Wind shakes the tree all around me
Leaving stumps behind in Orogun
As it robs my heart its sweats
While my crooning is a sweet dirge
But my forlone with the night I groan
For hope is far from light
Oh! This is a forgotten world!

It is a solemn night
My spine shivers with this feeling alone I bear
But I will wait
For my passion as strong as rock shall be
Forever even if you tarry for long
And oh my faith in you will not sway
Even if Orogun groans through the storm
Because one day you shall find me
And here I shall be
But far away you are
I still miss you,
Oh! This is a forgotten world

Through tears in my eyes I cuddle the night
But here I wait for love never fail
Whether the road is too long
And the dusty path your feet I am sure you ply
For my dream in your heart you will not fail
Yet come quick, my crown and bliss,
For this is a forgotten world.

My love

Do you see my tears
Do you hear my dirge
Don’t you feel my pain, my love
There lying still between heaven and earth
My heart is tearing apart
Do you hear me, my love
I want you see the tears on my face
And wake up
I want you to feel the pain in my bone
Twitching like a laborious woman
I will weep and weep, love,
I will, eh, like this
Until I die if you do not wake up
I will sob endlessly if I do not hear your voice
Calling me to lay my head,
Weak in my pain,
On your graceful chest…

Nigerian Dreams

A young man once had a dream at dawn,
He looks earnestly at the top of a tree, ripe and beautiful,
For where his dream is
With  rigour of noon sunshines fails him,
But at twilight he hung himself on the same tree
And died never accomplished his dream
That is poor story of most nigerians.

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Have ur parents sinned against the gods
Wherefore u the nemesis of their deeds and misdeeds.

However, human is good. Every man has good nature although with many flaws. However, we always despise it. With discipline it will be  evident in our character.

are meant to be equal though not equal, and share the same fate and destiny. Though in this world there are different religions – Islam, Christianity, Judaism, Hinduism, Buddhism, in fact, many other religions – yet, virtually all human race, held in contempt a religion common to all of us which is religion of love that preaches equality, kindness, passion, unity, altruism and all the good emblems of life. By this religion, none is inferior neither superior, none is oppressed and none oppresses; hence we all share a common virtuous stance, divine.

Excerpt

If it was ‘…I shall have eternal repose upon my eyelids’ he would understand better. That would mean she would have finished her race on earth, a race full of mysteries and miseries, bliss and toil uncommon to man, and would only win the crown by departing in peace, with a still face transformed eternally young with smile, radiant like star that blooms at the opening of the day or brilliant moon that light the earth when evening shadows descends upon it. It would be a divine death for a divine soul.  Ugly experiences with beautiful departure wins divine fame upon  soul that never compromised, enriching history with deeds and misdeeds only to guide than to misguide; but a soul that easily compromise wins eternal agony, incurable in the eternal space of time beyond terrestrial bond, leaving  wound on the earth that would take time to be healed by those who can face those challenges and make prisoners of them. Pathetic, our world is full of feeble people who remain at feet of mountains on their passage while few with every inch of their strained steps eventually had the mountains under

She would be  like a person who disbelieved the notion of the devils existence and hence investigated it to prove his point. In his finding he argued: devils are real and have mortal flesh. They live there in your neighbourhood, work with you in your office, are there in your home, you listen to them on radio, watch them on T.V, eat together with them, transact with them, and so and so; they are your shadow, your image in the mirror, exist in your voice, your eyes, nose and mouth; you shake hands with them, listen to them and talk with them. And he conclude that  human is actually a devil.
Everyone has right to his own opinion anyway.

Emotion

Deepest passion never wait long for tender heart,
So softly, through twilight though forgotten emotion comes and go while longings sway,
The light in the gayest moment is the cord of hope strike
Wherefore the resonance we have ever wished for gained.
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