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Drunk poet Jul 2016
I found the àrókò,
Somewhere around someplace,
Of many weapons.

This must be war,
Could this be Armageddon?
Obviously without surprises,
After the one in the “45”,
This must be the world War three,

I saw nations
Each with her own objects,
Testing like sumptuous meal

Many alliances,
Could this be Armageddon?
Over there must be antichrist,
Is that the sun moving down?

Up there must be the Savior,
Learnt he died on the cross,
Could this be Armageddon?

Could be the chained dragon?
I heard he was let loose,
Let loose from the abyss,

Who are those two?
Look like elijah and moses,
Aren’t they turning their backs?
The Constitution and ruler,

Behind you!
Is that not the two edged sword?
I hope is not facing you and I,

Is that not the beautiful gate,
Are you willing to take the risk?
Do u wish to see the other side of the gate?
Hang on, you must wait,

Aren’t those the elder?
They must have been really old,
Beneath me the flames?
I heard it burns with sulphur,
Am I really talking to you?
Nations will perish,
The world War three!
Drunk poet Jul 2016
The white in black


The lightness In the dark,
White in black!
The truth in the untruth,
I see it in your eyes!

The white and black,
In your pale moisture eyes,
A gathering for thick rain,
But I see the love in your heart.

I see the darkness in your eyes,
I see lightness cling to it,
Success in failure,
I see your angel in beast.

I see the hope in your heart,
Think this not as a lie,
Fight it! Yes you can!
Survive it!
Drunk poet Jul 2016
When you wake up from your slumber,
Dream you then discover,
Your achievements and titles,
Made to sleep without tool

Then you discover you have been dreaming,
Perhaps things that are coming,
The you wake into the hands of someone
Shaking you,
Perhaps hey! It’s time to go to school.

When you discover this life is just a dream,
With bad things making it a nightmare,
Water come for cream,
Just a dream! Just mere,

Then you will cry,
Perhaps to mom that you want to
Skip school,
But tears soon dry,
You must think of what to do,.

Then you would say
Mom send me back to sleep,
But you surely need some lullaby.

Wake up friend,
See this world as a fantasy,
Don’t sleep to the end,
Wake up to reality!
Drunk poet Jul 2016
We believe life is a journey,
A journey with or without a destination,
So many questions about the meaning,
But no answers,
Not while you’re still breathing

Life is too short,
You either be gone today or tomorrow,
Finding ways,
So shake away your sorrow,

But life can’t explore,
It’s because you only explore the possibilities,
And life is the impossibility,
You must be ready to explore it,

Live a life you will remember,
You will either be a mother or a father,
That life that will make you smile,
Wherever you would find yourself,
A life you would remember with a smile
Over achievements,
Start now!
Drunk poet Jul 2016
With your charming smile on,
In that gown hung there,
Lovemonger’s work done,
hatred made mere.

That day, full of beauty,
Ceremony and ovations,
For your pride and dignity,
And I was full with emotion.

You enamored with me,
And I with thee,
Head over heels,
You understood how I felt and feels.

With ecstasy dark cloud,
Beneath the pouring rain,
And farewell to be made a woman,
Without duress or pain,
Forever my woman and I thy man
She won't let a thing pass her by,
Without wanting to have a touch.
To save herself she has to lie.
Daily she has a new catch,
Getting from others without asking,
More like trouble seeking.
But it seems her hands are out of control,
Her conscience no longer plays its role,
She's a slave to unsatisfaction,
She wants to have it all even without need.
Diagnosed but its no disease.
Her heart can be fixed and finally be at ease.
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Drunk poet Jul 2016
When a pet is in love with a poetess
They both play the villain,
He be the mister and she be
The mistress.

They whisper in one language,
That they both fathom,
Nothing new!  Not even their thoughts!

There seems to be laconic of words,
They see each other flaws,
He engage more in thinking,
How would she be impressed?
Who will be the hero?
Am I love with a poetess!
Tell me friend, how would I impress her?
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