tomwales
Lagos State
I am a creative thinker with some sense of belonging. My love for poetry can be accentuated by my early passion for the contemporary literary works of notables such as William Shakespeare, William Wordsworth, Butler Yeats and so on. / My earlier experiences in life drive my mind towards different imaginations that could only be expressed as fiction. This feeling urges me to pen poetic words. / I believe the human mind drifts from reality to fantasies tilting upside- downside thoughts into straight and blunt ideas that are timely determined by various characters, feelings and expression.
Isn't it enough that you woke today, with that same feeling
That vague and yet numb sensation, burst into the life
Same memories of chances you blew or whatever they call it
Yet today you woke aspiring to be what they want you to be
Not what you really live, still sliding down in bedlam
Still looking for that getaway or whatever they call it
Despite the songs of wars and cries from the partying armies
Basking in the euphoria of the materials therein within
Yet to still look to get true happiness or whatever they call it
We are here, still breathing through the rubbles
With tempest minds to strive in this stormy gale.
Still they gather for sovereign or whatever they call it
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Amidst roving and pondering, appeared a clear portrait of greatness
An imagination that eludes man, with rich thoughts of a fortress
Girded by tides of frequent passages, of whom to bear
A wall with no boundaries or limits, deep-rooted foundations to harden
Yet barricades stand along, the ones to conquer
A fortification every mortal craves to bear, each moment with a record
While kings and mighty men work endlessly to behold,
Toiling day and Night, with sweat and blood, they stood apart for this reward
A ceaseless search for the prized asset, But at what price does this feat come?
Strength and intelligence wrestle, to be or not to be
The mantle of power being exchanged for glory
Glories of celestial hopes, of foretold divine beings
Faiths mankind is yet to bear, but still with a yardstick to present
Has Nature evolves, memories and revelations of heroes never cease
Time after time, yet we still run same race with poles apart
With priceless ego, men converge to fight
The fight for what seem to be theirs
Some miss it, others win it
To live as a villain or die a hero, Men of valor martyred for glory sake
Captured by the pictures of the black and white, false memories prevailed
Crave for good tidings swathed the hungry minds of men
Diverse minds of weaklings and that of great men
They pondered, either vague or carnal
The creed of Greatness lies within the mantle of belief
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
For a lifetime, we have waited for that moment, to behold the deepest deep of wisdom
For a lifetime, the seas, stars and the moon obeyed the rhythm
For a lifetime, years passed, we toiled for what seems to be or not
For a lifetime, we rest without delay
For a lifetime, we crushed our feelings; shouldn’t we let the emotions speak?
For a lifetime, being lost for words, verses become divine
For a lifetime, shall we say our prayers?
For a lifetime, we heed to advice, yet we still defy
For a lifetime, we have passed the tunnel of ages, against the odds of time
For a lifetime, have nature surmounted to the heels of mankind, yet its triumphs
For a lifetime, shall we reconcile?
For a lifetime, we sober for lost thoughts, yet laughter seize our pleasured moments
For a lifetime, we cheer for the happy times, thus the tides continues to change
For a lifetime, we endured the groans of existence, but we always prevail
For a lifetime, wishes come true, hopes are revived
For a lifetime, we are on a timeline
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
For a lifetime, we have waited for that moment, to behold the deepest deep of wisdom
For a lifetime, the seas, stars and the moon obeyed the rhythm
For a lifetime, years passed, we toiled for what seems to be or not
For a lifetime, we rest without delay
For a lifetime, we crushed our feelings; shouldn’t we let the emotions speak?
For a lifetime, being lost for words, verses become divine
For a lifetime, shall we say our prayers?
For a lifetime, we heed to advice, yet we still defy
For a lifetime, we have passed the tunnel of ages, against the odds of time
For a lifetime, have nature surmounted to the heels of mankind, yet its triumphs
For a lifetime, shall we reconcile?
For a lifetime, we sober for lost thoughts, yet laughter seize our pleasured moments
For a lifetime, we cheer for the happy times, thus the tides continues to change
For a lifetime, we endured the groans of existence, but we always prevail
For a lifetime, wishes come true, hopes are revived
For a lifetime, we are on a timeline
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
We are on the road, deprived of lights, with minds to traverse
Lanes frozen by winter dark, with stormy gales to temper
Devoid of warnings, with many hurdles to contend
In clusters, we tread upon these flinty tracks
Myriad of flames ascend, every being with a fire to bear
Though halts may arise, we keep on moving
Brushes and thorns lies ahead, Yet we push on
An army of young and old sliding on a journey
Bereft of grasp, winds of time steer each mortal
Battered by the tempest, blissful drips of rain rip through
Still Soaked in heavenly drops, sights of a rainbow ensued
Blurred visions are made clear, moments to cherish, never to render
Though tendered by these cold paths, we soar to overcome
In strive we move away from bedlam, amidst cheers, El Dorado beckons
Without grudges, we embrace each other.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
Sitting at my doorstep, gazing at moving clouds
There came a thought of a story, of a timeline called life
How its changes and waits for no one, making circles that drift humans apart.
Some say life itself is a race, while others say it’s a course
It’s a contest to conquer, a fight that should be won
All depends on the power that dwells within each body
Each soul makes its bid, but the inner power elects
Questions keeps rising, is it worth the buzz?
What should we make out of this race, an unpredictable series?
Each action being scripted, every scenes being watched
Yet revealing, leaving each soul with a story to tell
Thoughts of unraveling the deepest mysteries engulfs each mortal
Yet they say itself life is a tutor, who can define it better?
An aged mind or rather from a youthful might
It’s like a blindfolded touch on an Elephant; One’s goal might be the other’s discard
Life is what you make of it, each phase set to thrill
Dreams become reality, fading fires are rekindled
Some deigns to surmount, others stand to triumph.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC