Waya James Agok

Waya James Agok

Poet, Song Writer and Environmentalist.

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#Sweet_Sabbath SWEET SABBATH It was before the owls sneezed, Before they cast their rhymes upon the hills, Before they read the language of the dark sky, Before they sang their songs through the reeds, I went down on my knees. And then I closed my eyes and gazed beyond my own needs, Until I met with the unseen upon His holy seat, And He talked to me in His ancient beats, Saying, "Oh, son, remain at My sacred feet, for My Sabbath is dearly sweet." ©Waya James Agok

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#Silence THE RHYMES IN ME Outside by the hill and rocky side Lies a young vineyard farm that I long to abide I bet the owner of this farm is too bright As I ride on wings of a golden butterfly I feel the little rain falling from the sky This makes my heart and mind right I'm like a singing dove upon the branch of that junior vine For the aroma of her armpits kindly binds It is strong like simsim perfume by the night I will always try just to make you smile And before the evening shadows hide I will fry some chips for you, that you ever like Many are walking in the street thinking that they are high Just like the River Jordan filled with saline But I know you are my only pride Winter will pass the coastline breaking down an ancient crystalline So, I will never leave you behind I know loving you requires me to pay the price This is one thing I will never deny; For I believe love must be something divine Oh, my love, hear these poetic rhymes My passion for you will never die Although some elders paint their white hairs with modern dye ©Waya James Agok

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THE FALSE KING  What man, bitter and cunning, awaits?  What man sweeps the country's face with a spade? What man robs mothers of their smiles? What man causes great harm to his own citizens' arms What man builds his throne with other people's crowns What man dines alone and forces others to feed on stones What man of a thirsty soul crowned a false king?  Oh, his voice I do not hear and his footprints I do not see On the hills, in the valleys, and in the mountains I asked the fox by the gate ©Waya James Agok

THE FALSE KING  What man, bitter and cunning, awaits?  What man sweeps the country's face with a spade? What man robs mothers of their smiles? What man causes great harm to his own citizens' arms What man builds his throne with other people's crowns What man dines alone and forces others to feed on stones What man of a thirsty soul crowned a false king?  Oh, his voice I do not hear and his footprints I do not see On the hills, in the valleys, and in the mountains I asked the fox by the gate ©Waya James Agok

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#A_SONG_FOR_YOU_TONIGHT A SONG FOR YOU TONIGHT Let me sing to you tonight Ten thousand lilies upon the hill alike Fair is the eventide with rainbow high I will fly before the wind, beyond your height I can't tell a lie, there's fire in your eyes Cold is the wind that rises from the sea The sun that rules the day The moon that governs the night And the stars that joyfully sing across the darkest sky All these remind me of your face The shooting stars that race through the blue night The clouds of June, full of rain, ride high The thunder that breaks through the terrane line All these remind me of your beautiful smile The festival of butterflies and birds upon the fig tree The junior sunflower that follows the sun from east to west until the rays disappear You are a daisy's petal, I love you for that ©Waya James Agok

#A_SONG_FOR_YOU_TONIGHT Let me sing to you tonight Ten thousand lilies upon the hill alike Fair is the eventide with rainbows high I will fly before the wind, beyond your height I can't tell a lie, there's fire in your eyes

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#sadquotes "A SONG FOR YOU TONIGHT" ©Waya James Agok

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#Likho THE LINES OF MAY  O autumn song Favourite lute, Rose of the Vale Priceless jewel, evening rhymes  Purest gold, precious diamond Crystal goblet, band of stars Morning dew, charming butterfly  My treasure trove, and the dove that soars Your angelic face beams with the purest light like the sun at noon and the moon at night Like trillions of new-born shooting stars across the blue ©Waya James Agok

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