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There is a man with a gun at my father's door The streaks of blood in his eyes make it obvious what he's come for. THE COWARDS WE'VE BECOME https://audiomack.com/tee2emm

Coat Of Shame is a Spoken Word Poetry EP that will surely leave you awed.  To much talk will drain your curiosity, so I'll leave you with the link to judge for yourself. https://audiomack.com/tee2emm/album/coat-of-shame

Finally published my first solo collection of poems on Kindle, please go check out. https://www.amazon.com/Forty-Days-Nights-Collection-Poems-ebook/dp/B0B1W2BTPC/ref=mp_s_a_1_44?crid=DCXVUW8HOS7Q&keywords=forty+days+and+forty+nights&qid=1657238586&sprefix=forty+days+and+%2Caps%2C273&sr=8-44

"I've seen the world in a glance And it's beautiful Despite our cruelty...." The candle went out before the last line The paper still lies blanketed by dust Like a few others craving the tickling tip of a pen. 2 years plan to change ground This is the second of the two Orientation changed but the ground stayed the same I guess abortions don't happen to babies alone Broken ties and pacts New nylons to fix them back But they seem to have defied all tact It seems to have been a year of clumsiness Promises broken even before they were made My nephew is yet to get his chess board My niece is yet to go out for that vanilla ice cream And Blessing is yet to get a make up for her eluded birthday. I could as well promise only to fail again. The year seems to have beaten me to the finish line She went from January to December I'm still struggling to leave the cradle of January.

Soldiers sown in the field And bodies usually are the yield Bodies of strangers, friends and colleagues Leaving survivors with long lonely monologues Rendering life without taste or feel   In this clash of elephants The casualties include animals, civilians, even infants. That is to say but the least. Vultures gather in circles to feast On the remains of once beautiful living beings.   Where then is the profit of war? When rebuilding cost so much more Both humanly and materially.

I can tell your are not just idling here Tell me the secret your heart holds dear I can hear you even if it were a whisper. I can feel your heavy presence Like the unseen shadow of a stalker There is something in the dark air you breathe The corners of my eyes keep catching glimpses of your dark hue Till I shriek from the fantasy of what you may do Even my shoulders drool from the weight of your presence I have fancied you in songs and lores But here in your face, I'm not sure what I feel anymore Now I know to beware ere I jump in a cheer. #ThomasTee2emmBot

I have seen 14,976 sunrises and sunsets I have seen same number of moons in the glory of stars I have slept on 14,976 nights (Well I might skipped some) I have seen 14,976 Christmas lights I'm still waiting for the ones to come I have seen 11 leap years But I can't remember if they played our superstitions In the course of these 14,976 sunrises and sunsets I have met the kindest and the ugliest; I have been my happiest and I have been my saddest; I have been my coolest and I have been my craziest; I'm yet to go gray, so I know I'm not my wisest But it's all in the count. Come tomorrow, I will see my 14,977th surise