SOARING SHADOW

The day is bright and fair,
the magic eyes of the owe
strip down the flow of the
great awakening.

The catch of time waves like
a distance Ocean bringing
hearts together in soaring and
Magical way. The heart beats
with a slur rhymes putting
right the words of Mercy.

Behind the scene is a lifeless
shadow, behind the dagger is an
Echo of false, behind the brave
is a Lin voice whom I'm terrified
of losing, compel with vision and
wisdom and attitude.

©VanWest 2019

CHRISTMAS v.s EXAM

I want to believe that every Adsu student is on the same page with me. It's Christmas yes it's a moment of Joy, smiles, gifts sharing, hanging out with family and friends, but the nexus here is that I'm having a mixed feelings on Christmas and exams.

Woke up on a magnificent morning to fix the 25th Dec, 2019 atmosphere with a music sang by Panam Percy Paul  (I love you Lord), just in a short stand I saw my fat neighbor on the fence abusing an innocent fried chicken, sending a cold Coca-Cola to it early grave while chanting a Christmas song (silent night), I became overwhelmed and filled with Joy because I know it comes annually, in a short while I sallied forth the street to check out things for myself and behold in a glance of a signboard of a book store I began to fall back on the task ahead. Instantly my face changed, the atmosphere became saturated by my thoughts for exam, immediately I reversed home and make sure my study materials are intact for the final 6 rounds.

I like Christmas but I dislike exams, it's disturbing, mind changing and embarrassing to an extent. "School sweet but exams spoil am"

©VanWest 2019

LADY BEHIND THE TRIGGER

I saw a shadow walking
majestically, I heard a
sound deeply soaring I
sneezed in a glib of an
eye trying to figure out
the identity, behold it's
a shadow from the west
ghostly covered in a dark
shirt, It seems triviality
until when I overheard
an indisputable echo

My mind beats like a
drum of culture, I found
my physical in a snag, my
hands are curved I tried
but couldn't flipped, finally
I became overwhelmed I
found my self on the range
of her trigger, I found my
head on the scaffold set
by emotion.

I need a shell, a cover from
behind, I need a mask off
illumination, an angel who
will stand to my rescue for
I'm dying slowly in the
inside i need a beckon
signal to safety, I need an
open heart of eternity.

©VanWest 2019

THE SOUND OF UKULELE

The struggle is real when The
strings shackles, the world is
Shadowy proclaiming the so
Innocence of men with the
silent heart.

I know the way, the truth and
The light says the master,
indebted with worship in the
Realm of the spirit.

I see a generation of no hope,
I see the culture fading, respect
is declining, destiny is delaying,
time is passing.
I hear a shabby sound of the
Ukulele chords, fear for the
Future is all I care.

We need the emergence of Hero's
who will see through the lens
of wisdom, who will dance the
rightful tone of Ukulele, we need
people who can play the magic,
People who can see the line that
separates Justice from Injustice.

©VanWest 2019