But assuredly I say to you; most of the times I find myself staring at you for a reason I know not and can't explain. "mind you, my lamp is on the table."

Not because I intend to stare but because I can't help but stare; I tell you, sometimes I find myself staring at you even in your absence. "mind you, my lamp is on the table."

But behold I can't forget it has broken me down, and I must admit that it weighed me down and left me with nothing but a lasting headache, when I heard from your lips that we were not Meant to be. "mind you, my lamp WAS on the table."

The wrong one sat on my table, at the other end of my table; Being so porous allowed the wind to dangle the flames of my lamp. "mind you my lamp WAS on the table".

Being so gullible and squishy, yielded to a beckoning bulb and left my table. "mind you, my lamp WAS on the table." 

And she said I was always too pithy, succinct and laconic and would prefer a verbose; and behold my table was left open at the other end. "mind you, my lamp WAS on the table."

Thence, in fear I besieged strongly my walls and left the outside gruff and coarse. "mind you, my lamp WAS on the table." 

But then I concealed it within this non-porous walls and behold my lamp IS in a Bushel.

 Now in the dark I traded my paths. "mind you, my lamp IS under a bushel".

Yes! I can feel the lacuna...

why should I smile when I'm in the dark? My teeth are not that white, they can't glare, dazzle nor sparkle in the dark.

Why should I cover myself? I had lost the taste of the apple (the apple Adam ate) and my lord had not called me. "mind you, my lamp IS under a bushel"

Oh hell!!

What a world? In my griefs in the dark I beckoned but you saw not. "mind you, my lamp IS under a bushel". 

I was too feeble, it was too dark I couldn't walk or find my way out. I was in the abyss of ignorance, despair and lonelines 

"mind you, my lamp IS under a bushel".

"A lamp is therefore valueless under a bushel" is of my repentance and resolution, and behold my lamp is on the table. 

Dear friend, if you care, you can come and share this table with me; add your light to mine and make it lively, brighter, stronger and warmer "Mind you, our lamps WILL BE on the table".

Sit at the other end of my table, stop the ill breeze and and feel the warmth of our lamps "Mind you, OUR lamps WILL BE on the table".

Dear friend if you care, our four palms and our bodies will be enough to shield our lamps from the ill winds of this world "Mind you OUR lamps WILL BE on the table".

Dear friend if you care enough, in a hug with our arms closed, like an unblossomed flower covers it's pith, we will cover our lamps from quenching "Mind you, OUR lamps WILL BE on the table".

In this groping, as light as a feather we will float in the air. 

In this groping, like the light of a lamp, we will Illuminate and warm our world. 

"Mind you, OUR lamps WILL BOTH BE on the same table."

DM. If you need analysis. 

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I tell you, I am everywhere.

Fortunate but unfortunately they clothe me in black.

Even in day, I walk under the heaviest cloud.

They say I set people free, 

I tell you, until they pull me out of the dark clouds.

I have eyes, I see them but they don't see me.

I introduced myself to a senator through a boy; 

he was set free and I heard the sounds of shackles.

They say I make people bold,

I tell you, untill you pull off my Veil

I have no fear, I can't tell the difference.

I greeted the Governor through a another;

I heard of him only to hear no more;

I saw a fine picture of him labeled with a cross.

In my absence, they tell the youth a tale of dragons; if it truly was,

It is of dinosaurs. Then to what use?

Now in this ink in lines I tell the youth to follow the book and read of dragons and dinosaurs

If not, rewrite the book and face a new phase because

I AM THE TRUTH.

                             KEY:

DRAGONS= things that don't exist; super stories or fictions.

DINOSAURS= things that existed so long but are no longer in existence and as such, have lost their value in today's world.