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A Very Beautiful Journey Volume 1

by Kevin Achebe

72 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-1181; ISBN 1-55395-466-1; US$32.00, C$37.00, EUR26.50, £18.50

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About the Book Remember love is the greatest of all, so love, and make peace with yourself now. Love, I said for Love is the Sweetest of all. And through love we will reach the beautiful mountain of peace and harmony. First, I must thank God for His wonderful gift to all of us. I believe all Poets and Philosopher's to be beautifully blessed. I accept the love boundaries of positive powers through artistic and faith. A Very Beautiful Journey offers you everything you need to achieve, in peace, joy, power of love, spiritual riches, and pure romantic zone. Thought is a mysterious matter with a strange curiosity view. We struggle within war architectural biographical system, which has shaken our planet today and brought us negative desires, hunger and doubts. This book and its eight classical illustrated paintings by Dr. Theo Vink are perfectly constructed as a wisdom guide, to lead us to that promise land of peace and harmony. Its poems and philosophy, not from this world but to evince the miracles of the true living God. We can't go kowtowing to fear and terrorism any more. Through this journey a gaunlet had been throwing to challenge all souls and nations to fight and re-foundation the freedom of love and democracy.

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About the Author Kevin Achebe born May, 1970 in Nigeria, a freelance journalist, Activist, poet, song writer, and modern philosopher. Winner of International poet merit Award and honored member of our Society International Library of Poetry 2002.

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THE HILLS OF SUCCESS

As we look down to the hills of success, our thoughts into the avenue of natural beauty of riches, sometimes slips away through the back doors of weakness and doubts.

Friends, throughout this friendly dreaming journey of our life time, we sometimes consider downfall as an issue of bad luck.

Meanwhile, hell and coldness is still flooding near our minds, to this - wonderful hope of living in harmony.

Neither me, neither thee,
will win any prize for our
doubts, in compromising poverty.
See thy nakedness is fueling
more stink, in this immorality
world of ours.
Whether you like it or not
you can never escape from
the ghost of terror;
in holding the deadly spirit of fear
and inferiority complexes in you.
To climb the mountain of freedom,
you must eliminate the ghost of hate in thee;
is a great silent honor and pride
to win a price for thy inner soul.

Why considering yesterdays downfall, when we have been offered a free ride to heaven. A marvellous invitation to live as God's own people.

TO THE MIDDLE EAST

In the middle East island
brothers killing brothers
without reasons.
The word peace has lost
her beauty, in this religious century
democracy without freedom.
We usually lay in Washington waiting for the two leaders to arrive, for the guys, which for some reasons prefer hand shaken than action to give space for a delicious dinner in the White House. Our god father's absence in heaven during the peace talk always drives me mad. Peace became the first issue to join their hands together, proudly with her perfect promise. Year after year America looked forward for truly confidential leader to draw the peace in green line, but still, all in vain. When I close my eyes last night, that in my dreams absence I was, a call of vanity had come to steal my world.
I saw my brothers consumed with fear and enviousness, still yet, I can't understand why we fell in anger of war. Of a destruction not of love, indeed every soul has gone wrong'' our bones were coming into graves under the
rags of hell, in darkness we struggle through freedom.
The house of Adam is empty,
and the flowers are getting dry
if heaven refused to open
surely, surely, the flowers will die.
Hear Israel, O Palestine.
That war destroyed the humble
and the weak suffers the most.

As they mind keeps blaming thee
about the past,
so I ask, when was the last time
you looked into the eyes of unity.

For I have no doubt
that we can climb this highly
mountain of peace.
If you search yourself truly

Thou will understand our
relationship through Adam.
What a joy my brothers
thy hands are softer than the silks of Arabia

and your eyes glitters like the spring roses of
Palestine. The joy in you restores the foundation
of my dreams; brother, the suffering of our soul
in the primitive thought of war.

The flight to liberty never runs late,
but in life we play with hate, yet hate
bargains not and accepts no excuses.

SWEETHEART

Sweetheart, please don't forget
to keep thy doors ajar tonight.
lastnight as I waited, to catch
a glimps of thy shadow;
then suddenly, the wind blows
and I saw a flash of image
your gown, was longer than a wild
exotic peacock;
Sweetheart, let thy tender touch
guide me through your bossoms tonight.
For thy scent, is sweeter than
the honeies of Ogberuru.
After our past jokes and laughs
of our loving experiences
we had nourished for a time
of our own hopes of becoming
somebody.
We will soon subsumed those visions,
and faith, as obviously good thinkers
and perfect lovers;
with this coloured joyful, sentimental brains.
An almost sweetly, shy joyful souls.

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