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!

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

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!

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

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