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Clean Getaway (Song)

I made my place by the door
I didn’t know what I was waiting for
It felt just like home
Except, no grass, no yard, no pictures hung

I could see across to the park
And there were friends, they were laughing hard
They looked just like my own
With no face, no name, no voice, I know

I finally made it
I made a clean getaway
I finally made it
I made a clean getaway

I met someone at the bar
He had a great smile and a great heart
It felt just like love
Except, no fear of losing and it wasn’t tough

I finally made it
I made a clean getaway
I finally made it
I made a clean getaway

And I miss you
I miss you every single day

Poem – The future is bright for me

I’m depressed and stressed from now on at home
repeating the same ol cycle
eat sleep watch t.v

yes repeating the same old cycle
so as I laid my head down in the bed
I began hearing voices in my head
what could this be
is this reality
yes it seem

but no I have just fell deeply in a dream
in this dream I open my eyes to a surprise
and see the sunrise
as im laying on a beach
in reach
of a sexy man

that seems to be my husband we were both hand in hand
he’s holding me and unfolding all the love I have inside
he whispered to me I love you dear come on baby
let me take you for a ride

on this ride I see palm trees and water all in the distance
I told him baby turn around and take me home right this instance
so he took me up this gigantic hill that seemed to be all alone

he looked at me and said honey pie we finally made it home
I couldn’t believe the view I saw it was like something on tv
it was beautiful, it was gorgeous, it was lovely, classy and pretty

i saw a big mansion and said
in my head wow oh my I came along way
Gosh I never thought id see this day

he said girl why you acting like this your first time here
you know we been living here for um.. about a year my dear
geez! it was like my own little private island with me and my honey

but all of a sudden everything begin to fade away bit by bit very slowly
and suddenly I woke up to see my boring ole reality
but then I smiled and looked up and said the future is bright for me

“He said – She said”

“may i feel said he

(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)

it’s fun said she
(may i touch said he

how much said she

a lot said he)

why not said she
(let’s go said he

not too far said she
what’s too far said he

where you are said she)

may i stay said he

(which way said she

like this said he

if you kiss said she
may i move said he

is it love said she)

if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she
but it’s life said he
but your wife said she

now said he)

OW! said she

(tiptop said he

don’t stop said she

oh no! said he)

go slow said she

(cccome? said he
ummm said she)

you’re divine!said he

(you are Mine said she)”

Are you dissatisfied with yourself?

Hey guys,

We are often discontent and much dissatisfied, that our wish for recognition has not been gratified. We feel that we’ve been cheated in beauty, charm and brains. And we think of all our ‘loses’ and forget all about our ‘gains’. And dwelling on the things we lack we grow miserable inside, brooding on our ‘deficits’ that are born of selfish pride.

We begin to harbour hatred and envy fills our hearts, that we do not possess the things that make others ‘seem so smart’. And in our condemnation of the traits that we possess, we magnify our painful plight and sink deeper in distress.

Oh, Lord, forgive our foolishness, our vanity and pride. As we strive to please the eye of man and not God who sees ‘inside’. And little do we realise how contented we would be, If we knew that we were beautiful when our HEARTS are TOUCHED by THEE.

I am Destiny Brown saying love who you are.

Once upon a time

Once upon a time, son,
they used to laugh with their hearts
and laugh with their eyes:
but now they only laugh with their teeth,
while their ice-block-cold eyes
search behind my shadow.There was a time indeed
they used to shake hands with their hearts:
but that’s gone, son.
Now they shake hands without hearts
while their left hands search
my empty pockets.‘Feel at home!’ ‘Come again’:
they say, and when I come
again and feel
at home, once, twice,
there will be no thrice-
for then I find doors shut on me.

So I have learned many things, son.
I have learned to wear many faces
like dresses – homeface,
officeface, streetface, hostface,
cocktailface, with all their conforming smiles
like a fixed portrait smile.

And I have learned too
to laugh with only my teeth
and shake hands without my heart.
I have also learned to say,’Goodbye’,
when I mean ‘Good-riddance’:
to say ‘Glad to meet you’,
without being glad; and to say ‘It’s been
nice talking to you’, after being bored.

But believe me, son.
I want to be what I used to be
when I was like you. I want
to unlearn all these muting things.
Most of all, I want to relearn
how to laugh, for my laugh in the mirror
shows only my teeth like a snake’s bare fangs!

So show me, son,
how to laugh; show me how
I used to laugh and smile
once upon a time when I was like you.

Gabriel Okara


I’m hoping for a ring
I’m hoping for a dream
I’m hoping for everything
Or so it would seem

I’m hoping to hear
I’m hoping to feel
I’m hoping to see
Everything in my dream is real

I’m hoping to become
I’m hoping for the start
I’m hoping so faithfully
That he will ask for my heart

I’m hoping for everything
I’m hoping for it all
I’m hoping I don’t hope too much
And wind up disappointed after all.


Airda Jones