Feel the strengths of vein that hold the whole of your neck!
A life of loose you live on believe
A hope, a Faith even when you barely know a god.
****** juz be like:#OluwaIsInvolved
Your father owns an Estate, even a country built in Gold
The #Street remains a #Paradise
You'll wanna go, even if you have to be named #Devil
You drop your #Pride like it never mattered
To gather a better world
Where you'd be worshiped as #Boss
You chase a #Bigger dream that the oldest in your family won't dare.
Rub-in all pains that attaining #LandNeverPromised would wanna bear
You #Focus , patiently hoping for what is never #Certained
You #Beg your 'Luck' more than the rate you beg your #God
To meet the #One that would bring you the #PayDay of no accountable #Duty
#Legitimacy becomes the most irritating Slogan you'll Cause your brethren that ever utters.
Authority, a #Foe that would stop you from dressing #TooLoud,
Anything you ever #Wished links way back to #Money
#MoneyMustBeMade the only #Pledge that keeps echoing in your brain
A #Brain that works only to unlawfully take from the token of a #Brother
With the #Vengeance-filled mind of eradicating Poverty that denied you of a better #Background,
When you have a #PayDay, you still long for a million more
In a better fold that could last you many more #Lifetime
Then, you pick back the #Pride you allayed for a while so #Long
Now reflect that part of you.
That part, you rebuked a #RichYoungDude earlier on for
Or the #Angelic one you would ever love a #Philanthropist for
Remain on the #LowestKey for 'a now's ' while
To be at the #HighestKey, even under the deepest ground
And keep your #Brain more opened than #YourEyes
While you make the only thing that keep you going as #GodBlessTheHustle
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
And now the Cameras roll
Right now, it all ends
Ends to open another page of Survival Roll
All criteria thoroughly tends
It started like a fallacy from a courtship
Her parents ways, a clown to laugh over
Then, she was born to race over STARSHIP
Her dreams, she has only from, to the Tower
Many slumps, very many slopes
Obstacles of provoking attire that will make u purge
Or thoughts of the fact that many ways lead to Success Rope
Signature to the highest top she always forge
So many a night she lays to starve
With an Ocean of needs to **** she's got to serve
Boring lectures that summons all way home
Way, only way that leads to a future not necessarily tone
Now she's got it
Pains of countless hours have brought it
The happy faces she savored have got it
To be carried to the spot of stars she's beyond it
The sweats oF the start have turned Blood
Bloods of the first taste of hard-start have turned bones
The bones that refused to break carry this flesh that looks you
You are the victorious Victoria the trumpet should praise without due
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
Keep it on, even when its off
My memory runs with time
As it sleeps like paraffin
Like aqua Monster, it splashes in fins
What is life?
Is it not in vain?
Without you Amigos in Heaven
No paradise seems much better than Hell
I built my world amidst the thorns
In their 'giantise' they strangle me in pieces
Its gone now, but its **** afresh
Its short though, but it now run in my veins
Written in the Sky
Only two eyes would
Its blue in my heart
But better remains Green
it remains in my dreams
I forgot it makes it grin
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
I didn't have the wrist of Osundare
Nor the tongue that speaks Wole Soyinka
Yet, my anthology is not up to a Canto
Not until I make for you a Bible, ahead stretching Water
I lingered through the facets of beauty
A million turning a second up in my head
Nothing, no one soothes the burrow like the sky crying
No touch is so tender like the blow from Mama nature
Can you you feel the Lullaby she sings on the Roofs?
Tell me! Does your Mama placate so tender to lure you to sleep better?
A drop triggers a race,
Its menial calls for buckets
Her late stay claims furnitures of ages
A flow of bliss that built Eden here
In her pour makes Marmaids glitter
Puts the smile on Cutlasses and hoes
As more pockets surely would smile
With no paint,
Brightly, she paints the sky Grey
Your Ex-GF would wanna stay more Late
Make sure you didn't make it rain, else, you are in soup!
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
A part is torn
A bunch is meant
A glory forgone
Greets Posaidon, beckons Athena
Memory begets Umbilica
But eyes forsook Six feet
Bring it on to break it
Break it through to live through Haides
I skip through Rubicon
I trampled on my ego
Just to say 'hello'
But, it all blinks in mellow!
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
That's why your Mum would want to treat you much better
Your siblings be glad they shared your womb Your enemies go shoulder-high claiming they dix you
And your beloved, believe you are the best in an Ocean of choices
No eyes wanna see how RED your sweat is
No ear would listen to your groans
Won't they have told you to quit if you've gone to seek their tongue?
They despise you as you crawl and grumble towards ahead the leader
No Angel carried you to fly when you started
Devils serves you Tea to dim your heart as you Taxi for the race
Its just you that picked the Mustard seed to name you Great
The only journey you see the end from the beginning remains the way
No other way leads to Paradise except the Hell
No one, but you and yourself tells you to be a SUCCESS!
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
Oh! What a pity!!
The mighty man of memory
A earth to be looked up at, to recollect
A coffin that lives for Billion generations
He started like any other Egg
What a Workaholic being of history
No pin he ever got bears his name
From many arms, he leave to mouth
Here comes promotion, the word of life
A week for him to climb the stairs
He started preparing like a Serious dead would do
Burnt candles like Bare-footed garment men would do
Organised personal vigil like Oyedepo would choose
Just to climb a bit higher
And all went a six days
On the day to Hecky-Torky
Prepares like a chef would have chosen to cook for the Lords
Spares just a little hour to answer the nature
At the end of the day lays to take a rest
So that it could come just the day
Before the Clock crows
...
...
... He wakes no more
His sweat with him now rules, but six foot below here
Like a Moses, he never saw the Paradise he longed for
A peace rest, the world bid him
Even when he could not wake to say No
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
To dance to d beat of mother nature.
I War silence wars. Everyday in my colourless blood.
Dine with Angelic devils.
Look up in the sky in my peaceful evils.
Still! I look dry in the Ocean of life.
It takes so short as since BC.
I doubt Cross so many times though.
Hate to hear about Romeo.
And Juliet, a great foe.
Huff!!!!
Destiny smile turns lightening.
Whole world ask after me.
As even I appear on every mind though.
My madness begins to make sense. In my nonsense, all seems to comprehend. My footprints marries all sands.
Even Devil can't but wish me good.
Oh! Mama nature was crying.
In my tenderness thought as ever always. Baby was on the way. Pictures ran ahead from all ways.
Indoor baptism to the fairyland beckons so close Heaven didn't open to bless, but to pick from my chest.
Her tears seems slippery, I call it Onion.
A step just too too deep.
Monody steals the show.
Splenkily! Splenkilly, it goes dark without a blow.
Aftermath!
Bring tears from all ears, no one could glow. I.
Miss.
Me.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC
Wouldn't wanna Write this Witty
But the ice of sorrow that runs through my spine brought me this
Mourning a Lad of high dignity
Who his demise would never let our heart rest in Peace
We got to meet like a Demon meets a Monster
Journey of fate brought us together
Our introduction, sweet like a Pasta
He was struggling with the pains of the throat that hurts deeper
Phoenix was a Rapper that murders millions
His punch lines like the roar of the Lions
Loving human with the smiles of the gods
His character cuts the joy through many minds like swords
I would never forget un-made Lawyer
who walks like a dancing Momma
Soul of an Angel
A gem on whom U'll never commit Libel
As virtues men they say partly go
And whisper to their Soul to go
So did you fly pass us like the moving spears
So sad, really made our emotion shed tears
No mouth wholly can say about your exit
Because every word would render the reason for you to stay a Legit
You are not yet a Metushella
Nor the greatest man that has ever lived in the quarter
You were ripped off like a broken egg
The bitterness of your departure in our heart a peg
Never the last in taekwando
A Black-belter the world would ever know
Run faster, not faster than the heaven's gate
Eat Bro, not further than your ancestors ate
The Earth would have preferred you stayed so late
But the fellow Angels that awaits you would definitely hate
Ocean of tears from the girth of our eyes can't wash off this thunderous pains
No sound, not even the roar of dynamite can overcome this silent nights
But can our might bring you back out here again?
So we accept the grace to dine with the FATE
We certainly lost the chance of holding hands with you on the high-ways
Nor the pleasure of sharing a Goodbye on the parting-ways
Forever gone are the moments of pillow dialogue days
So into the air we share our blessing till our meeting days
Eat not the pedes
Nor the worm that crawls at the Heaven bay
But dine with the dead-and-gone Legends of ages
Rest in the ***** of most High till the judgement day
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
Of what lies the fate of being One? The aspirations of a paradise fast forgone.
Peers that flux to tame tide. Dreams of Heroes they far together glide. Morrows they lived to prosper in love. Affections that glow, no one needs to plough.
Rustic although was dark. ***** although civilisation was lack.
Yet! Still yet!!!
The bluntness of the spear cuts through many hearts.
Her invincible hand drops inventions of it kind to dirts.
A long journey into the wood is what draws nearer.
Moonlight folklores, dominating smell of affection in d air. Hopefulness of hopeless tomorrow’s meal a Dear.
Sounds of the storm, through pavorated doors, roofs left ajar.
The storm of life rages to scatter the sands.
Erosion into throats wanders fleshes into pounds.
Everyone, many one, all one soughts to touch what brains now serve as it grows. Big houses, bigger pockets, a good life as it goes.
Exodus of now, without a Moses of now into a promised land that Joshua never belonged. Pillars of light, Amalekites in all ways with many Yawehs.
Now! All is touched, many is known except a paradise that used to be. Crowds are made, Banks now a pocket, and so are Devils that flux as Bee.
Nostalgia haunts like nightmare. Ways back summons with all lyrics.
All ways looks like that fare. Heart longs, threatens to pieces.
I set back to trace all tunnels.
All tunnels that lead to paradise far forgone.
A Granny that gets all into her without funnel.
An uncle that treats all for one.
Journey that used to b an epic now concave. Rural that reminds paradise now like the hell forgone.
All I long to see now gone with the wave. Things are no more the way it used to be while we were one.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 10:31 AM UTC