The low oriented ones,
The visionless bones,
Ignorant to every innovation of life,
They are ordinary with foolish as a wife.

They with no self esteem,
Their future ugly and dim,
They always to be there,
But no one cares!

Tear drops full up basket,
They wish to be high like rocket,
they  lost hope and liberty,
They can't face reality!

I won't taxi around the tears you gave me
And the bogus hopes you lend me
.
I won't hover around the pieces you've made
And the dagger you left in my heart
.
I won't longer mind the sauce of pain and love
You made me taste
And the silly things I did in the shadows of love
.
Now we play only on each other's memories
But know this, you are not the one am thinking of tonight

.
Drunk_poet

The man died
His ever breathless soul put to rest
His woes anguish striving existence
The crowd came to say him sorry
.
Who is he?
A pitiable embodiment of aspiration
Thirst unending for fulfillment
A Thought that rolled mountains
But shifted not mere stones
.
Who is to blame?
His gluttonic desire?
Or his unending attractions?
The over zealous mind never left him
Like a snail that leaves not its' shell
As he chased the treasures hidden in the shadows
.
Where then lies his hope?
The cruelty of the ropes tied his fate
He was hunted by the shadows
Bade farewell to the grave where he
Would find comfort
I gaze down from six feet above him and screamed
What a pathetic man !

Tonight, we'll forget about poetry and sweet lullabies
To compose our own songs of Solomon
The stars will watch over us through curtains of love
My emotions will be covered in the fragrance of yours

Tonight, we'll both be lost
Only to find ourselves in the wilderness of affection

Tonight, I'll feel your breathe and against mine
Our skin meshed together as we cross many lines
As my nose trace the moles of your body
From vein to veins

Tonight we Shall both speak in languages we know not
Until the liquor loses its grip on us
And have our neighbors inspired to do same

Back to our primitive society
Where unity and tranquility were the mainstay of the community
When religion dare not defile us,
Now putting knives and deadly sticks in our hands
Dear wind, please *******.
.
Back to those archaic periods,
When government bled not our hearts
When power to rule was not power to ****
Dear wind, please *******.
.
Back to to those barbaric periods
When our maidens won't have to move naked
To look like a queen
Where we don't animalize ourself in the name of civilization
Dear wind, please ******* back
.
Dear wind, *******
Back in time, I plead to you
When the word "tradition" and "culture" was untainted,
When the gods played in our midst like monkey on trees,
Yes! When we were not civilized but lived long.
.
Balogun David Tolulope {Drunk_poet}

Today
.
Today we'll sing the victory song
Today, the rhythm of elegiac melodies and hymns dirges we will forget.
As our broken dry lips take new cosmetics  
.
Today we'll do the victory dance
Today, the rhythm of our drums will command
The beaded waits of our maidens
Giving the them the attributes of a restless tambourine
.
Today, soldiers we are!
Not on the battle fields, rather in battle
Against gallons palm-wine
As we drink by the epitaph of our own old  misery
.
Today we'll gather around our pantheon
As the smokes of our offerings invite them to our midst
Today we'll bid agony welfare
.
Drunk_poet