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DEATH WE CALL NOT DEBT Sounds from the rambling and mumbling Of minds, to the outer fringes of life With open hands we embrace grace But we stumble in the race We hit the hard side, but we won't break In joy we leap in the lake The lake of the worlds Bills fly's Fortunes hoovers Like a baby looking unto her mother We stir and stare But yet fortune dews never fall We dine with chicken feeds That hardly feeds chickens If fortunes avoid our path Let death hoover like a bat With open hands we will pat its back But its counterpart draws it back Death its you we call not debt We are bretherns, worldly not Yet shall experience heavens wrath Where do we go from here Heaven or hell? We are the brave traitor The land that bred us, we desecrate On the blade of our swords Readily going for tour not to heavens gate But to the forgone part of the worlds Because debt wish us death not By Lawson ayodeji Michael 19-07-18 19:00

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Aug 7, 2018

Aug 7, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC

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DEATH

DEATH WE CALL NOT DEBT Sounds from the rambling and mumbling Of minds, to the outer fringes of life With open hands we embrace grace But we stumble in the race We hit the hard side, but we won't break In joy we leap in the lake The lake of the worlds Bills fly's Fortunes hoovers Like a baby looking unto her mother We stir and stare But yet fortune dews never fall We dine with chicken feeds That hardly feeds chickens If fortunes avoid our path Let death hoover like a bat With open hands we will pat its back But its counterpart draws it back Death its you we call not debt We are bretherns, worldly not Yet shall experience heavens wrath Where do we go from here Heaven or hell? We are the brave traitor The land that bred us, we desecrate On the blade of our swords Readily going for tour not to heavens gate But to the forgone part of the worlds Because debt wish us death not By Lawson ayodeji Michael 19-07-18 19:00

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GOOD MORNING. DEVIL Your eyes you close oh saucy sun You oceans our first sons are gone with you The frith we called our abode Its the patheon of the seven headed viper The morning comes with tearful noise Hands journeyed to north, and legs to south Heads rolls from the cut of an invisible axe Its the death of devoted worshippers What path have we troden? Who called our master an impotent? Where is the entrance to the forgone shrine? We are mortals Who believes in our immortals In Our finest robe we danced to their dirge We have God but seeks gods We have chosen this path, and forever we will be theirs Esu bear us witness, we rejoiced when you descended But in the ides of march In your house we paid tributes But here we are with tribulations Today of all days You sit with your neck to the sky Staring at us, with palms on cheeks Your chains we pulled Our hearts is free of palm-oil Give us peace we clamor Your gold we want not Give us joy, you decline Though, you are not a god to serve everyday But your praises we will sing all day Good morning Lawson ayodeji Michael 06-08-2018 13;00

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Aug 7, 2018

Aug 7, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC

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DEVIL MORNING

GOOD MORNING. DEVIL Your eyes you close oh saucy sun You oceans our first sons are gone with you The frith we called our abode Its the patheon of the seven headed viper The morning comes with tearful noise Hands journeyed to north, and legs to south Heads rolls from the cut of an invisible axe Its the death of devoted worshippers What path have we troden? Who called our master an impotent? Where is the entrance to the forgone shrine? We are mortals Who believes in our immortals In Our finest robe we danced to their dirge We have God but seeks gods We have chosen this path, and forever we will be theirs Esu bear us witness, we rejoiced when you descended But in the ides of march In your house we paid tributes But here we are with tribulations Today of all days You sit with your neck to the sky Staring at us, with palms on cheeks Your chains we pulled Our hearts is free of palm-oil Give us peace we clamor Your gold we want not Give us joy, you decline Though, you are not a god to serve everyday But your praises we will sing all day Good morning Lawson ayodeji Michael 06-08-2018 13;00

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DARK DAYS If Only, I could mute the tick of the clock And give it's hands a moment of respite I will go gaga in the joy of doing so If only, the craft can take me back Back to the dark days when skins compliments care I will surely pay my driver a million dollar If only, Those days could be my messenger I will give it a job to peep into its successors A microscope I will get for it Because I know Tears of agony will run down it's cheeks That it's tomorrow has made us fail it If only, The sun could standstill And tomorrow refuse to come We will be glad to be young forever Surely, they have gone into obscurity Days that comes with joy Have in your amorphous minds That the souls in your tomorrow has failed you But yet They Awaits your return In the second phase By LAWSON A MICHAEL ©2018

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May 1, 2018

May 1, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC

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DARK DAYS

DARK DAYS If Only, I could mute the tick of the clock And give it's hands a moment of respite I will go gaga in the joy of doing so If only, the craft can take me back Back to the dark days when skins compliments care I will surely pay my driver a million dollar If only, Those days could be my messenger I will give it a job to peep into its successors A microscope I will get for it Because I know Tears of agony will run down it's cheeks That it's tomorrow has made us fail it If only, The sun could standstill And tomorrow refuse to come We will be glad to be young forever Surely, they have gone into obscurity Days that comes with joy Have in your amorphous minds That the souls in your tomorrow has failed you But yet They Awaits your return In the second phase By LAWSON A MICHAEL ©2018

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***** AND GOMORRAH A perverted city Whose occupants Unseats the natural order Wonderful city of mysteries Where truth smells martyr And falsehood wallow in legitimatecy A ***** Where sodomites ******** Hookers bookers We find solace in our deeds Smokes from hose Fills thé house Yet we call on the lord of host So in empyrean we might get a post Skulls as Cups Bloods as wines Sacked bills Paralysed our conscience We never got to understand The temporality of the temporal Our city, The euphoriant Which makes the ticket of empyrean Slipped away from our palms In the temporal space We will rest but not in peace we are sodomites Forever we will be By LAWSON À MICHAEL

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Apr 20, 2018

Apr 20, 2018 at 3:31 AM UTC

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***** AND GOMORRAH

***** AND GOMORRAH A perverted city Whose occupants Unseats the natural order Wonderful city of mysteries Where truth smells martyr And falsehood wallow in legitimatecy A ***** Where sodomites ******** Hookers bookers We find solace in our deeds Smokes from hose Fills thé house Yet we call on the lord of host So in empyrean we might get a post Skulls as Cups Bloods as wines Sacked bills Paralysed our conscience We never got to understand The temporality of the temporal Our city, The euphoriant Which makes the ticket of empyrean Slipped away from our palms In the temporal space We will rest but not in peace we are sodomites Forever we will be By LAWSON À MICHAEL

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A perverted city Whose occupants Unseats the natural order Wonderful city of mysteries Where truth smells martyr And falsehood wallow in legitimatecy A ***** Where sodomites ******** We found solace in our deeds But the opportunity of the second phase eludes us Skulls as Cups Bloods as wines Our existence grace dwindle We never got to understand The temporality of the temporal Our city, The euphoriant Which makes the ticket of empyrean Slipped away from our palms In the temporal space We will rest but not in peace Because we are sodomites By Michael A Lawson

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Apr 18, 2018

Apr 18, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC

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***** AND GOMORRAH

A perverted city Whose occupants Unseats the natural order Wonderful city of mysteries Where truth smells martyr And falsehood wallow in legitimatecy A ***** Where sodomites ******** We found solace in our deeds But the opportunity of the second phase eludes us Skulls as Cups Bloods as wines Our existence grace dwindle We never got to understand The temporality of the temporal Our city, The euphoriant Which makes the ticket of empyrean Slipped away from our palms In the temporal space We will rest but not in peace Because we are sodomites By Michael A Lawson

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ADIEU TO A GOOD NAME Diamond amidst stone A deity in the patheon Shinning star in the wide blue sky Was my name before it demise Farewell to it It stood gallantly by me From the very seconds I stepped into an elusive world We came together But I was careless enough to let go of it A good name is a god to midas So also was mine But the ****** of its existence Rang it's bell the moment,i forgot my source My tears ran to the ocean The world a thief Life a rogue They stole the gold A glitter they gave in return It's letters ran into the furnace of doom Embers it's has become It's remains is gone with the ferocious cyclone Its a coin tossed into an ocean Never shall it be found It's a bomb blast victim Never shall it's pieces be found It's dead and gone to the seventh heavens In obscurity it resides forever I mourn a good name I shed tears of a lost diamond I will live to sing it's dirge all day Farewell to a good name By LAWSON A MICHAEL

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Apr 18, 2018

Apr 18, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC

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ADIEU TO A GOOD NAME

ADIEU TO A GOOD NAME Diamond amidst stone A deity in the patheon Shinning star in the wide blue sky Was my name before it demise Farewell to it It stood gallantly by me From the very seconds I stepped into an elusive world We came together But I was careless enough to let go of it A good name is a god to midas So also was mine But the ****** of its existence Rang it's bell the moment,i forgot my source My tears ran to the ocean The world a thief Life a rogue They stole the gold A glitter they gave in return It's letters ran into the furnace of doom Embers it's has become It's remains is gone with the ferocious cyclone Its a coin tossed into an ocean Never shall it be found It's a bomb blast victim Never shall it's pieces be found It's dead and gone to the seventh heavens In obscurity it resides forever I mourn a good name I shed tears of a lost diamond I will live to sing it's dirge all day Farewell to a good name By LAWSON A MICHAEL

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FANATIC In liturgies, He never missed the front pew Paid rapt attention to every syllablic sound he believed that was his sword He was a combatant of christ He kneeled at the slightest order Pressed his lips hard to the cross The wafer,was his daily bread He never sat with the one that smokes He thought , the commandments he broke "He was a sinner", he said He never gave to Cesar's What's Cesar's He never respected the temporal principles Said "I'm of heaven". It's time,he heard the clarion call Amidst stream of tears He was thrown into obscurity He opened his eyes lids At the gate of empyrean,he found himself Here I am",he shouted With confidence he banged on heaven's gate But the gate keeper didn't relate What's wrong? Have they embarked on strike actions? Is he deaf? He asked the chauffeur behind the wheel Am I not worthy of a compartment here? But he doffed his crown Saying, "We don't give rooms to dogmatist" He sorted to see empyrean authorities To make his ordeals known But he had no luxury of time In the pit of fire He burned to embers. By Ayodeji Michael LAWSON ©2018

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Apr 5, 2018

Apr 5, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC

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FANATIC

FANATIC In liturgies, He never missed the front pew Paid rapt attention to every syllablic sound he believed that was his sword He was a combatant of christ He kneeled at the slightest order Pressed his lips hard to the cross The wafer,was his daily bread He never sat with the one that smokes He thought , the commandments he broke "He was a sinner", he said He never gave to Cesar's What's Cesar's He never respected the temporal principles Said "I'm of heaven". It's time,he heard the clarion call Amidst stream of tears He was thrown into obscurity He opened his eyes lids At the gate of empyrean,he found himself Here I am",he shouted With confidence he banged on heaven's gate But the gate keeper didn't relate What's wrong? Have they embarked on strike actions? Is he deaf? He asked the chauffeur behind the wheel Am I not worthy of a compartment here? But he doffed his crown Saying, "We don't give rooms to dogmatist" He sorted to see empyrean authorities To make his ordeals known But he had no luxury of time In the pit of fire He burned to embers. By Ayodeji Michael LAWSON ©2018

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DRUMMER BOY With your sticks You cook the beat of rationality Your omele,a preacher It's preaches sanity into an insane world Obviously you are heavenly endowed Tell sango,to come see The sticks which heat Kindle his flames The beats that lure him into dancing Mysterious drummer Even the deaf sway to your rhythm The lane raise hands To stop the quarrel between Your sticks You drummer of life Play your beat So I can tap the foot of my conscience Hit your drums For the dry bones to rise sticks of rationality Beats of sanity Are what Eledumare Has endowed you with My village drummer boy. #TheRadicalThespian __ LAWMYK ©2018

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Apr 1, 2018

Apr 1, 2018 at 8:36 AM UTC

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DRUMMER BOY

DRUMMER BOY With your sticks You cook the beat of rationality Your omele,a preacher It's preaches sanity into an insane world Obviously you are heavenly endowed Tell sango,to come see The sticks which heat Kindle his flames The beats that lure him into dancing Mysterious drummer Even the deaf sway to your rhythm The lane raise hands To stop the quarrel between Your sticks You drummer of life Play your beat So I can tap the foot of my conscience Hit your drums For the dry bones to rise sticks of rationality Beats of sanity Are what Eledumare Has endowed you with My village drummer boy. #TheRadicalThespian __ LAWMYK ©2018

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GENOCIDE . The Thunder stuck Pillars got hurt Dreams got blunt Wishes ceased to come . The fire started The house got burnt The fire sang the lullaby The flames danced to it, the steps of ballet Suddenly, it changed The skin of our aged wall What is this again? . A strange boot broke the door latch "Who is there?"we asked, A dumb being answered in a primitive language "Who are you?" This was my question But hard knocks gave me answers . Bad thoughts ran into my skull But I ward them off with a slap "It's not my turn"I said, . Spirits dying Hands trembled Words remained unvoiced Actions ceased to be done Leaves remained impotent Strong men hid under their women At the sight of the beings Who are not humans They are around Those two legged rodents Who disturbs our farms with their four legged wards Those who defiled Our old lady Sons of Eli The Elder brother driving the nay-tion's truck The younger one planting nails on its routes . They have traded their one plank flocking bridge With the American deadly sticks They let out a boom On an innocent soul He raised a hand as if to bless He immediately dropped it violently and let his eyes Opened The man died! . The earth refused to accommodate us It protest When the diggers kisses it We wept Our tears flows to the stream And it rejects them swiftly And the dirge turns to our anthem Our ancestors clasp their hands And watch us die . Lo! A major fragment of the globe is dying They just committed a genocide . By Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk .©2018

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC

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GENOCIDE . The Thunder stuck Pillars got hurt Dreams got blunt Wishes ceased to come . The fire started The house got burnt The fire sang the lullaby The flames danced to it, the steps of ballet Suddenly, it changed The skin of our aged wall What is this again? . A strange boot broke the door latch "Who is there?"we asked, A dumb being answered in a primitive language "Who are you?" This was my question But hard knocks gave me answers . Bad thoughts ran into my skull But I ward them off with a slap "It's not my turn"I said, . Spirits dying Hands trembled Words remained unvoiced Actions ceased to be done Leaves remained impotent Strong men hid under their women At the sight of the beings Who are not humans They are around Those two legged rodents Who disturbs our farms with their four legged wards Those who defiled Our old lady Sons of Eli The Elder brother driving the nay-tion's truck The younger one planting nails on its routes . They have traded their one plank flocking bridge With the American deadly sticks They let out a boom On an innocent soul He raised a hand as if to bless He immediately dropped it violently and let his eyes Opened The man died! . The earth refused to accommodate us It protest When the diggers kisses it We wept Our tears flows to the stream And it rejects them swiftly And the dirge turns to our anthem Our ancestors clasp their hands And watch us die . Lo! A major fragment of the globe is dying They just committed a genocide . By Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk .©2018

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PREACHER MAN What use is of a sound? Which fails to marry the dancer step What good is of a song Which does not appeal to the ear What good is a sermon Which does not remind man of empyrean A singer is as good as his song A preacher is as good as his sermon But what good use is both him and his handwork When they are egregious With no iota of morality Sermon that is mendacious Therefore, preach me no more your sermon of insanity Because when you preach it I see lugubrious faces of men of my race Because when you preach it I see deluge of blood of slaughtered men of my nation Because when you preach it I hear the wailing of the native of the street Preach me not the sermon of democracy Also when you ring the gingle of your sermon into my hearing The death of justice and truth Rings in chambers of my mind Preach me not the sermon of democracy When it is kakistocracy Preach me not the sermon of bravery When they are never seen Preacher man Preach me not your sermon Until it is innoxious By Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk ©2018

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 5:35 AM UTC

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PREACHER

PREACHER MAN What use is of a sound? Which fails to marry the dancer step What good is of a song Which does not appeal to the ear What good is a sermon Which does not remind man of empyrean A singer is as good as his song A preacher is as good as his sermon But what good use is both him and his handwork When they are egregious With no iota of morality Sermon that is mendacious Therefore, preach me no more your sermon of insanity Because when you preach it I see lugubrious faces of men of my race Because when you preach it I see deluge of blood of slaughtered men of my nation Because when you preach it I hear the wailing of the native of the street Preach me not the sermon of democracy Also when you ring the gingle of your sermon into my hearing The death of justice and truth Rings in chambers of my mind Preach me not the sermon of democracy When it is kakistocracy Preach me not the sermon of bravery When they are never seen Preacher man Preach me not your sermon Until it is innoxious By Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk ©2018

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