Looking Into The Hague

LOOKING INTO THE HAGUE

I lift up my eyes and as clear as cool might breeze,

I see Angels surround me.

In the distance, i see bodies of dead acquaintances climbing.

They fly towards the Moon like its their salvation,

Beyond this fleshy world, there is a nation.

The unseen seen climb up and step into the moon's station.

The stars light up the path to the gateway,

There are two paths into which the souls can stray;

One of them is wide and open,

The other is narrow with rough edgy bends,

Death is in the air, death is the new trend.

The Moon keeps staring.

With it's light beaming,

It calls unto wandering souls,

Streaming....

Home is here.

And as sure as daylight is clear,

The graves open up and dark dots rise in the air...

The destination to this flesh is unclear.

But to those immortal mortals, 

It's as clear as grey hair...........

Do not take me there,

Not now......

I still have the Lord's work to complete.

My race is not yet finished,

My Father is surely still in it,

I still harbor strength in these dreary feet.

In return for keeping me awake from that dreaded flight,

I promise to live a life with purpose,

I solemnly swear that i will no longer wing it.

Every corner that is filthy in my mind,

I promise to clean it.

Let my life not stray into a path that will end it.

To the ones flying, I salute you.

To the faithful ones,

I know that where you are going is beautiful,

You have taught me to be careful,

To be careful with this oxygen that is plentiful.

We, the people of soil and bone celebrate the path that you herein walked.

We celebrate all the beautiful words that you spoke.

As you fly into the nimbus filled night,

Please know that we will forever be grateful,

That we shall forever honor you;

For your courage in 1942,

For all the wonderful meals that you cooked,

And for all the times into our eyes you looked.

We will always remember you!!!

.....They stand in a line close to the Moon,

And they look down at me, not with gloom,

But with a smile, a smile that eternally blooms.

They are leaving me now,

They disappear behind the clouds,

Hence their journey to the courts of Shalom begins.

And now..look at them ascend!!!

A Poem by Bruno Edgard.

THE BARD: The Woman That I Beat.

THE BARD: The Woman That I Beat.: The Woman That I Beat ............I went to the hospital yesterday. I walked slowly through the halls of Mulago, It was like a mo...

The Woman That I Beat.

The Woman That I Beat

............I went to the hospital yesterday.

I walked slowly through the halls of Mulago,

It was like a movie scene in slow mo,

I could feel a cold on my shoulder,

Something bad is going to happen,

When I walk through the second door on the left,

I will look at a face without any skin left.

Thump, thump, thump,

I walked to the door

Like i was walking to the gets of hell.

My heart was racing, pacing,

Out of fear and anger!!!

Anger that she betrayed me..........

(Cool down, Cool down)

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I'm a nice guy,

My Father used to beat me and my Mom

That's the traditional way,

Its the truth!!

But before you get my story skewed,

That's not the reason i beat her.

This is not that type of story

Where the son becomes like his father.

It's that story where i beat her because she angered me.

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I would like to say sorry to my therapist.

I lost it there for a minute.

There's no excuse.

A Woman should never be beaten.

A crystal that glows in a dark cave,

Should never be broken, cracked or even spat on.

She is so beautiful,

A scratch on her would be pitiful.

She brings life to the world

Thus she is a direct link to the creator.

........But why did she have to change the meter?

Why did she have to talk to total strangers?

Some times she would talk to other people not me,

And ooooohhhh!! I would want to strangle...........

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I am sorry, sorry that i ever laid my hands on her,

Sorry that i gave her all those scars,

Sorry for the pain, sorrow and anger that i caused her,

Sorry for always threatening you into coming back,

Sorry for being inhumane, for the character that i lack.

A man should never lay his hands on a woman.

Especially one as brown and fair as the fruit of the Inguli tree.

Please Lord, of this violent curse set me free,

She is the best human being that i have ever seen.

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I have finally reached the door I.....

...I...gave her a black eye.................

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A Poem by Bruno Edgard.

THE BARD: INSIDE MY RHYME

THE BARD: INSIDE MY RHYME: INSIDE MY RHYME This is my thesis, Plessis, I keep my rhyme so fresh. It keeps me sleepless, I rhyme so hard it gives purpo...

INSIDE MY RHYME

INSIDE MY RHYME

This is my thesis,

Plessis,

I keep my rhyme so fresh.

It keeps me sleepless,

I rhyme so hard it gives purpose to the needless.

Open your eyes,

Don't cover the blinds,

And you'll realize that you're witnessing greatness alive.

Speak to the earth, 

I'm lifting the dirt,

I opened up my mouth now

These words they show you their worth.

 Here i stand,

 Witnessing time give way to the birth,

Birth of master who conquered and replenished the earth.

Speak to the storms,

I am the bird that ate the time keeping worm.

Power it keeps me warm,

I've devised a method that keeps me owning the throne,

Now you cannot take me away from this ruler's home.

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Listen to me,

Open your ears as truth speaks.

On record i say my words shake the leaves off every tree.

Take me to the cancer ward and you'll see cancer heal.

Down on my knees

I open up my heart for heaven to succeed.

What you've got to know,

Is that i am seated on the throne,

And in this throne i'm no longer my own.

I'm graciously, intentionally the slave that nobody owned.

I speak while sleeping because the rhymes keep my heart beating.

Open my chest and you will see my heart bleating.

Understand that you can never give what  i take,

I take faithfully from these lines i spake.

Viciously, vividly i eat of the sun and moon's serendipity,

Then refreshed, i stand to take the test,

The test of time bringing thrills down to my chest

I waste no time having given all of my best

I take a bow and then to the Lord i leave the rest.

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If you've not understood a word of what I've just said,

Then you need to go and pump some sense into your head.

I 

THE BARD: Tales of A Broken Heart!!!

THE BARD: Tales of A Broken Heart!!!: TALES OF A BROKEN HEART Go ahead and break my heart; Please, go ahead and slam my cardiac into a wall, The harder you love, the great...

Tales of A Broken Heart!!!

TALES OF A BROKEN HEART

Go ahead and break my heart;

Please, go ahead and slam my cardiac into a wall,

The harder you love, the greater you fall.

I was your slave,

So you threw me into the Lion's den.

And just like the Lions,

You suffocated me until you decided to tighten the squeeze.

You manipulated me,used me and tossed me like used orbit,

You didn't just break my heart,

You tore it!!!


Now i sit here;

Wondering if i should turn my heart black,

Black with vengeance.

You left too many stitches on me.

The greatest healer of the heart is anger!!!

Anger!!! Stamp a sign post on my chest,

That reads DANGER!!!

Danger!!! as i sleep around with all these women,

While letting in none.

And all this was BECAUSE OF YOU!!!


...What was once solid, you turned into glue.

Then you stuck it to pain,

And made it more proud and vain.

My heart is now a mess,

A real big mess!!!

Because you gave it love,

And then sliced it, slain!!!


Now you have done it!!!

You've triggered the voice of;

Destruction and obstruction,

All without having suicide as an option.

And now, now i seek vengeful satisfaction.

Because you broke my heart, shattered it,

Bashed it, smashed it

And left me devoid of Love.