Hell will tell
if you still ring the gospel bell
and abuse the little ones with ****** tale.
Hell will tell
whose miracles are magical spell
disguised in communion smell.
Hell will tell
the hidden stories in your secret cell
and how your lies made her tummy swell.
Hell will tell
and
heaven might be a lonely paradise.
© Artitude
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
when the eyes of inspiration
wake to the reality of dreams;
and words find voice behind the mic.
I hope you realize your dreams
long before the dry dawn.
when voices travel with the wind
across the mountain of doubt;
and the hungry kids are fed
with food for thought.
I hope your name lives in the sun
long after you're gone.
I hope they remember your voice
and sing to the children unborn.
I hope your name don't burn
along the old books on the shelf.
I HOPE YOUR WORDS IS THE VOICE THEY LISTEN•••
©Artitude
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
Hey babe!
Can you slide the curtains for a while?
for the moon awaits your presence and the night is ready to stretch a beautiful portrait of you in the dark.
can you feel the wind struggling to caress your jelly skin and the harmattan trying so hard to kiss your succulent lips?
Take a glimps at the sky and let your emerald eyes ascend to heaven, connecting every dotted starlight beneath the cloud into a beautiful shape of love.
Heaven's smiles at its own...
So sleep now Angel and let the stars and moon keep you company... GOODNIGHT!
.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
Have you seen mabel?
A girl with a face marbled with gold
her smile can infect even the saddest heart to smile..
She commands words with her lips and her voice will remind you of heaven, like melodies escaping the beak of a bird
singing the joy of a new dawn.. .
.
Have you seen mabel?
She is the young girl with a mature mind.
clothed in purity, the ****** Mary of our generation.
When she walks even models take note for the earth adores her feet and her footprints leaves autographs for the young ones to
follow.. .
.
If you see mabel... Please!
Tell her she has stolen my heart,
for her eyes are the greatest weapon I've ever seen.
i couldn't resist her gaze..
Tell her someone is craving for her attention and How much will it cost?
Tell her, I'm Willing to pay.
.
Please, Tell her
when i rearrange her name ''MABEL'' i Find;
''Me'' ''Able'' and ''Bea''
and i believe she alone is able to handle this heart of mine.
.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
.
The night reek of dead bodies
and the moon is scared of the sky.
These are breathing corpse,
scrambling for oxygen.
Can't you see their pitiful eyes?
Life is living through death
.
Broken coffins, laid opened.
The smell of dead bodies
made love with the atmosphere.
Why is the graveyard filled with empty tombs?
Has the soulless souls risen?
I can hear the cry of bush babies
rippled from decayed breast
.
Tonight we dine with the zombies
that roam our streets and drink from broken human skulls
Tonight we shake hands with death and dance with the spirits.
TONIGHT!
.
{c}Joseph.udo
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
Have you seen kenya & Malawi??
Nigeria is worst
never should anybody say
we are the giant of Africa
it's a lie , the truth is
we are all failures
Thinking that
we actually succeeded
After independent
it's wrong and we know.
Living only for our pockets,
and
stealing from Nigeria
it's all we try to do
mutual respect, love and peace
will never be
divided
Nigerians
biafra are fighting
fulani herdmen are killing
bokoharam are kidnapping
our country is a war zone.
{NOW READ BOTTOM TO TOP}
.
{c}Joseph.udo
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
I see a PEN
rising against nations
causing chaos and
bringing peace.
whoever shall wield a pen
will be possess and
filled with extraordinary powers.
men will worship and dance at his(her) feet.
.
I see poet-trees
growing even in desert
bringing forth good fruits and
feeding mankind with wisdom.
Men shall **** to taste its juice
and a day without reading a poem shall be like a day without hearing directly from GOD Himself
.
Lawyers shall quote poets
to win a case and doctors in the psychiatric ward will prescribe poems three{3} times daily as the best remedy for bipolar disorder.
.
Descendants of EVANS
will no longer chase after rich politicians and business men buh for a man with the right ink.
A poem for freedom.
.
Poets will be scattered abroad
preaching the Goodnews of poetry..
The world will celebrate em
and many will force themselves to write.
.
I don't know when this will happen buh i know it will and when its does, i hope someone finds this post and quote my PROPHESY.
.
{c}Joseph.Udo
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
There is no love on me
without you..
like a food without salt
i lack taste...
How did you do it?
How did you leave a mark in my life
with a permanent marker?..
The memories of you
are like ink stain on a plain sheet
**** Hard to erase...
Remember how i wanted to just create memories with you...?
How i wanted to be THE GUY
until you meet YOUR GUY?
How i wanted to mend
your broken heart cause
i felt pretty girls shouldn't cry?
.
Yes! I ended up memorizing
your name in my dreams...
I got jealous of those guys
and became the crying one
oh! Foolish me...
Wish i knew today from yesterday..
That your body will soon get numb to my touch...
And your hands will no longer welcome my hugs...
I WOULD WALK AWAY
AND SAVE MY FRAGILE HEART
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 5:25 AM UTC
***************
I stand in a graveyard
of buried bodies, ideas and dreams..
Surrounded by millions of tombstones
the Epitaph
i dread to read..
The darkness welcomes me home
like a mother waiting for her child.
Tonight i dine with the ghosts
that hunts my night..
.
How do i show mama
the graves beneath my bed?
Where the innocent heads
she raised was killed and buried.
This holes dug by depression are deeper than her love could fill.
.
The silence is loud
i can hear them call
from within
This lovely voice of the devil
i can't resist..
Tonight
i shall split my wrist
and
lie with my forefathers.
.
(c) Jay.E.udo
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
**********
Never fall in love with a poet
They will break you apart like stanzas
rhyme your pains in lines
And leave a piece of you in every written piece
You become a metaphor
A simile, an oxy-MORON
The IRONy of love melting to the sarcasm beneath their tongues.
.
Never fall in love with a poet..
They have the poetic LIE-SENSE
To imprison your mind with every SENTENCE that escapes their lips.
They will tear you apart
like rough draft,
burn you, and then
call it arts.
You become a box of poems
A commodity to the arts.
.
Never fall in love with a poet
they are too creative with love
too creative with words.
They will **** the ''I'' in simile
just to make you smile.
.
Never fall in love with a poet
if you don't have the he{art}.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC