The day I shall bore this egg
along my will, beside my Witt,
With dreams to **** or more .
A sway I can't ignore
Born and be reborn like Christ
Around my faith, all that await.
Life is a deadly gift
I am a living rift
With my surplus goals and desire.
Nor those vain glories to acquire,
Zeal above my will, debase me still
Please write down my will.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 4:21 AM UTC
I wonder to world with her board
To calve out songs that smell vile
She would bite my ears as a cord
But the love was dead as death is alter
My love can't be sold for real, she knew
Never loved me never never and ever
Living inside the white garment to ******
She pretends to admire her desire
Her heart flew in the dew with few crook.
Cup in her scent of my handsome look
Lover boy glower son of one woman
Love me when am down and drown
Not when I fly and high cloud in the sky
Call me name to tame my sway baby
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 2:59 AM UTC
Today it won’t rain it won’t bathe the soil
Our grasses won’t merry corn shall fall
Papa soon thank is guest on constraint eve
Over bloating his ego like Jaja not Opobo
Father wants to marry his 20th wife.
Well wishers, who will come? Our pastor
Soon sermon those one wife stories
My father hisses with gallon of palm wine
Pastor preaches thou shall not drink.
Fermented liquid that’s alcohol not him.
Two commandments my father said three
“Thou shall do as he wishes” father said
I will couple more matrimonies on earth
Then thunder struck the rain fell.
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 9:40 AM UTC
You are the Mecca that honey the bear
The tan that slumber the night
You make the day just a light of thunder
What is your name?
Yank your smile when my bridge comes
You make the heavens weep in glory
Don’t reorient your temerity after all
What is your real name?
I won’t tell them is Ayola
I won’t confide your real love
Not even the night would hear this
What is your name?
Let me invite your soul to dine
Ayola am sorry I never called you back.
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 8:16 AM UTC
By Akintola kunle:
Her days are not waking
Staring far and near and nothing cares
I could feel her depth like bud of soar
Flying ferociously like the storm
Hallows was her cry swamping .
Consuming everything that’s things.
By Lori Jones Mc Caffery:
Her hours were not wasted
Searching in the rubble for the rubies
Casting out the pearls and fiery opals
With a fury that belies tornados
Calling down the voices of the furies
To set flame to everything that's left.
By Akintola kunle:
Raiding on a bustling horse back
Her craft will course your cut the more
Raven smile swallows scraggly whales
Neither blue or white she bed all
Angelic like the claws of the falconer
Telling me to plead for this stormy love
Winding every score in human me
She would bury my love after my lost.
By Lori Jones Mc Caffery:
Turning on a golden thread
laced into the sunshine star awash
with ever jangling music made
From dreams and cotton candy
She sends out a reach that rocks
The world that I created and I find
That I am lost in everything I found.
Written by Akintola kunle and Lori Jones Mc Caffery
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 1:56 PM UTC
Was there when sticks milk the drum
Cocking cocktails life as curtain in ***
Ranting ringing rose love in her hear
She wants the Royce not the ear
Let me flood a river of streamless love
******* every atom of the sky like dove
Panting lagging behind in soul mates
Waiting for expensive kisses at dates
Who will love you better than I?
Not your priceless mobile phone but I
In the face of sad witch wisher
In the faithless thought of false preacher.
Would love than the anticipated paradise
Stand for your course and purse and wise
Mention your love every night and twice
And recall love isn’t solid forever like ice.
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 5:25 AM UTC