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What's In New York?

What's In New York? ' by Jenim Dibie.
It is said God dwells in the Northern pole...you know, up above...skies, clouds, and heaven above...I first heard 'New York', an awesome ballad by Snow Patrol in January,2012...Ever since then, every time I play it, especially when I'm going through...you know, stuff, an indelible image plays in my mind...I see me, little me, with a kite I think, running on a hill with a beautiful field, waving with one hand to God who's watching me from North above...I'm screaming out loud the chorus of the song:
'Come on, Come out
Come here, Come here
Come on, Come out
Come here, Come here'
He hears me and advances from up above toward me who is in 'New York', as I run showing him the state of my life, the state of the world...Then I start to tell him the reasons he shouldn't be Northward but right here beside me in 'New York'(The world) ...
'The lone neon light and the ache of the ocean and the fire that was starting to spark...I miss it all from the love to the lightning and the lack of it snaps me in two...Just give me a sign that there's an end not a beginning to the quiet chaos driving me mad...the lone neon light and the warmth of the ocean and the fire that is starting go out'...
He then dances with me for a while to the song of all songs(my life) .
Ponder on how the world was when it all started(the fire that was starting to spark) . Wonder on how the world is now it's all beginning to end(the fire that is starting to go out) . In one of my poems I wrote: 'Many a child born hath been the world to adorn, but sin hath turned the diamond to scorn'. The world lies in darkness, it needs a 'hero', 'a lone neon light'. You are that light, don't blend in, don't fade away. You were put in 'New York' to make it a better place. Are you? ... Love really is lacking in the world, that's why we kill each other and do the things we do which know in our hearts of hearts are wrong. The lack of love snaps me in two. Where is your love? ...
Days come and fly away like nothing, but time leaves you an unwanted gift ~ a wrinkle. Days come and go their way...What are you doing? ...What are you doing? ...Let the fire/passion begin to spark again, let the heat of the ocean remain...the young are dying away, don't waste your days I pray.
Love and show the world the way.
P.S: I have a weird imagination that's probably never been seen in the biography of the world. I have used to beautify 'New York' through poetry. What do you have? Use it. I love you.

poem by Jenim Dibie
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