When testimonies are left out,
And you sing in distress,
Your hope and fate worn out,
With a sarcastic smile around folks,
Your worries like a cloud of smokes,
You wanted to touch the best.

Thick drop of rain from your eyes,
As your happiness dies,
Eyeballs dancing in moisture field,
Your soul in distress where she hid.

Thick drop of rain in your eyes,
Oozed out due to sympathizes,
Then you Think nature has turn against you,
The world too big for you,
Or perhaps only when the sky is blue,
Who is that pilot? your pilot, you don’t know who.

The rays and beams of the sun seems unfriendly,
Smiles on other folks seems deadly,
The world is too complicated for you.

After your tears on hard to rocks,
Your cries and your sober reflection,
The Sowers grain fell on my Palms,
You claimed blessings, even psalms,
Where is your opportunity,
Are you not a liability?

You pray for a better chance,
Cause He once path way in the sea,
And yours? Or can’t you see?
You shall have that breakthrough,
And you shall dance!

The man I met on my journey
Around the the world
His Shadow at every corner
A voracious being, dexterous with his teeth
His ears only obey the demand of his belly
Mouth litterd with unchewed crumbs
From previous meals
.
A sluggard gait he had
Plumpy and grumpy
Each meal jumping in ready anticipation
A heavy-handed aspiration for his unsatisfied hole
.
"I won't choke"  He stereotyped
I must have it all! I will have it all
Man and his vain aspiration
Only for the profit of the mouth

Music without instrument,
Just a band of choirs with
Mellifluous voices,
Up in the stage very
Tantalizing,
Taking millions attention,
As I myself couldn’t get enough.

Her beauty is like ACAPELLA,
Beauty without any cosmetic,
I hope this pale blue eyes would
Not blind me,
Cause this beauty is really a rare gem.

Tell the sun to go on vacation,
Cause I found her replica,
The beauty no wealth can buy,
That, that no king can place embargo on,
This beauty no poet can describe, hence
Making the poet lose his rhythm,
No artist can paint,
Photographer’s camera in protest.

The beauty no tears can dare,
Pure beauty that will make lose your appetite,
Your beauty without make up,
This indeed is a rare gem,

To her who never notice me,
And I never asked her name..

It's been over two decades
Since I was evicted from my mother's womb
Naked I was, like the world herself
Clothed with tragedy and couples of disdemeanor
.
I become one of the grasses
On which two elephants vindicated
Suffering from the friendly smile of the sunlight
And the  fair hospitality of the wretched moonlight
.
Then my thoughts sat me down
I know about poor luxuries downtown
And big fishes now drowning in Mississippi
Hmmm.... Vague world with little clarity!
.
But news came to me
Like hurdles and puzzles of past years
A place beyond the moon and the stars
Where I will **** from golden *******
And listen to tales from the  mouth of "countless kola"
.
Balogun David Tolulope {drunk poet}
©️2017
IG*acedadrunk_poet

Speak man, speak up
I have no much time
Tell me why art dou cruel?
You deprived me of her!
You strip of my goals!
Why FEARS? you ain't fair!
He said he is my greatest luxury
Protects me from my worst behavior
Said he improve my thoughts
He challenges my gallantry!
Fears gives me  bravery!

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!

I seemed to have been a curse
on  this world
For sometimes now, my soul has laid
In darkness
No hope of seeing the light
Even the sun has a hint of Devil in her
I could hear whispers, barely void!
Will this agony ever end?
Hatred did grow, day and night
And I watered it with my tears
I came face to face with my fears
My foes beheld and shine
Am alone friend, and the agony seems
Never ending.

. ... again tonight?
Just like other thousands of faded nights
Against the floor or the wall at the view of tender eyes
Well, maybe to the bed if am so lucky In silence darkness, dead!, literally
.
Then I'd moan at your every breath To avoid another bruise with colored artwork
You'd kiss me with your alcoholic soaked lips
While my eyes stay dead open
.
Tracing the mole on my body Or the mole on my scar?
My soul curses the youthful exuberance that made you my nightmare
.
{the poet that stinks with lines ⚟}
Drunkpoet

My past hunts me
Like an Hunter looking for his first catch
So I sailed to the road that leads to yesterday
To find the pieces that makes who I am
.
The present hunts me
Like the bite from a fretful scorpion
So I sought healing from
The therapeutic herbalist
Whose shrine stands at the end of the
world
.
The future scares me!
Like the smile of a village witch
It gazed back at me and called me
So I sought the gate leads to it
.
Be strong! Father would say,
These are the puzzles I foretold!
No honor lies in giving up!
None dweal in dying!
Fight son, fight!

Balogun David {drunk poet}
© 2017

I lost myself in the tale of adventure,
In the voyage of time that was passed from our forefathers,
Driven and tossed by the wind of civilization.
.
I felt the rain dripping from the eyes of our ancestors,
Drenching our farms, roofs and even children playhouses,
To open our myopic eyes to the luxury of time we seem to lack.
.
I heard it! Loud but unclear,
Great words like whispers, whispers like murmurs,
Coming right from the assembly of trees,
The warning of our ancestors,
Echoing from the forest of the unseen,
Setting back our feet from the animalization we call civilization.

Balogun David   (Drunk poet)
© 2017

Ajoke, the gods has cursed me to
Praise thy beauty
Like a sugar-cane planted at a river-bank
Your beauty is magically comely
Thy phat smile is an epiphany
I wonder the mystery of the water that
Dwell in the Coconut of thy beauty
Let me adore your well-made eyeballs
They are like traps laid in the forest for
Antelopes
Something the mirror won't tell you about
Your dimples is that they give death to death
The village priests said your
smile can be use to appese the gods
Not to invoke their wrath
Something about your dexterous waist
They are like prison guards when dancing
Guilding my hearts.
Ajoke your beauty is an epiphany.

Sometimes I beat myself up in your glory,
And sometimes my tears flow like river Nile in your honor.
Your wonders on me are misery and dolor,
And starting over is your judgment.

I know failure is a tool in your hands,
And pain is your mercy.
You are a warlock, who conquers hearts and lands
A general you are, that breaks one in pieces.

You are a pause in success,
And disappointment is your surname.
A predator that preys on even lions,
And auguish is your mercy.

But I know you a soldier that matches me on
Keeps me alive to push harder and harder,
Makes me go further and further,
To struggle, until success is my slave.
.
Balogun David Tolulope
{drunk poet}

ANOTHER SAD LOVE STORY
.
Let me tell you a tragic romantic tale
I won't bore you with Shakespeares
Not with Othello's tragic flaw
Nor with Romeo and Juliet's melodramatic flairs
And definitely not with the stupid love adventure of Prince of Tyre.
.
Let me tell you another sad story
Not Jack's hypothermic death in Titanic
Nor about my beloved Lucy whom I lost to the shadows of time
I won't make you snore with these
.
Love has lost her value with us
As she sits on the couch of poetry
I watch her sob, soaked in her own very tears
Because we have forgotten what she  means.
Yes, we no longer know the meaning of love
... And this is the sad love story
.
Balogun-tolulope-david
Drunk poet

They said my grandfather had seven wives,
So came the story of their predated lives,
Their troubles and pains led to his ornamental hunch back,
Resulting to his death from an heart attack,
... Blah blah blah.
.
They called my father an oaf,
Poor him! He couldn't afford a loaf,
His destiny was surrounded by black birds our village,
He only hoped and hoped till his black bears became grey across his age.
He barely paid half of my mother's dowry,
And hardly had himself to father me,
... Blah blah blah
.
But this time I chose my path,
I drew my line,
I followed my mind,
To a radiant, like Venus raising from a foam-flecked sea.
With you I want to see years go by,
To you I will sing sweet lullaby,
Only you I would love or go blind
... Blah blah blah.
.
Balogun David
(drunk poet)
© 2017

She is like young damsel,
Heart broken by her first love,
She is in hell,
She has no heart to love.

My country,
Believed to be the giant among
Others,
Our state is backed by necromancy,

In the first year,
Their love was limitless,
She was always  there,
Now her tears is countless

Living under the nihilist,
They ululate,
No optimist,
They are unable to communicate.

Then their umplist blows us aways,
And we both become unasinous,
The revolution has no way,
The plight is continuous.

My country where people pray,
In their emaciated voice,
Caused by our rulers day after day.

Nigeria is my country,
And am a nigerian,
Our nationalism has real entry,
The wind enhance by their fan.

We are broken beyond repair,
And they don’t really care,
We are in pain,
And they have no say!

Life is a struggle
A place where no one goes without a cut
This I wonder looking up to the hill before me
The hill of age!
.
Could this be a disease ?
As each strand of my dark hair refashioning into grey
.
Could this be an aliment?
My dimples renovating to wrinkles
My skin losing his smoothness
.
Could this be amnesia?
My brain on strike?
My memories are fading like sunshine at twilight
.
Climbing the hill age
Full of struggles like a
Tapper climbing a palm tree
Climbing the hill
To join the ancestors
Climbing the hill to
Begin the journey to the another phase!

Dear mother,
I hope you are reading this letter,
I hope it met you in joy,
I would I have tell these,
But I was too coy.

For all the time that you
Made me feel strong,
Even I when angrily broke your
Favourite mug.

Mother,
Many things you faced
Because of me,
So that in the aftermath
I shall be free.

Mother I remember,
Usually during December,
Making efforts to get me the best,
Mama would never rest.

Dear mother,
You seems to always protect my interest,
Interest around father,
We all wanted the best.

You once asked me
To be a good lad,
And not to keep company with
Boys you told were bad!
Mother will never starve me.

Do you remember when you lock
Me indoors?
Compelling me to have no flaws.

Mother would cover me during thunderstorm,
Kissing me and seal my sleep,
Covering my legs against every storm.

Thank you for piloting me,
To life and to a good life,
Mama pray I have good wife,
Not neglecting things you gave thought me

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}

Death

The ominous wind

That blows from the north

Collector of women's wrapper

Exposing their dangling breast

To tears

.

Death

The mythic Eagle

That hovers in the sky

Abnegator of mother's cries

Scaring off children like “ojuju”

In the dark

.

Death

The shadowed beast

Giver of tears

Lurking in the dark

Laying ambush for innocent souls

.

Death

A blessing to the old

A cause to the young

Messager of light

Servant of the dark

He hunts at night!

Feasts by the day

Screams, Sighings, groanings
I heard in whispers as it echoes in my soul
Fallen! We are, on the battlefield
Like an egg, smashed on a rocky surface
Our fate now decided by our foes
.
Cries I heard,
As the ****** of spears move through our hearts
Clattering of swords echoes, and vibrated off our arms
Waters I drank,
That flows from my eyes alongside with blood from my veins
Defeated we are! Captives we became.
.
Our women married off like harlots without bride prices
Our sons led off to be slaughtered like cows in the abattoir
Our gods disregarded like a king, naked in the market
.
We are defeated, but not defeated
For mothers will name their sons after us!
Men will bow and worship us like gods in temples!
Girls will scream our names when their lovers excite them
Wives  will sing our names when they gaze at their *** of Bush meats
For we are only defeated, not defeated.

.
Balogun David Tolulope
(drunk poet)
©️

Not so long ago we were made orphans                                                          ­                                                        Plucked form the family tree that grew us into a nation                                                           ­                                        Phobia struck us like cholera                                                          ­                                                                 ­          Religion armed us against our brothers                                                         ­                                                                Leaders occupied with zero point agenda.
.
Blood, our special kind of rain                                                             ­                                                                 ­           poverty, the only completed government project                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                Corruption, our newly designed flag                                                             ­                                                                 ­  And breath, our only hope.
.
Empty caskets call silently for our body                                                             ­                                                             As we shoved old bones to make room for new ones                                                             ­                                         Our pain covered with GREEN and WHITE paints                                                           ­                                                          Pain, pain all over and over again.
.
We've found a new home                                                             ­                                                                 ­                           Back in the ruins, where we came from                                                             ­                                                                 ­ Let's mske our tents,and forget fishing traps                                                            ­                                              Because we might be here for an hundred while.

Drunkpoet

I know of a mysterious being,
Dressed in suits, but bestowed with ancient voices.
I know of a magician,
A supernatural astounder, who performs in hearts of men.
.
I know of a trickster,
Whose tricks surpass that of tortoise in folklores
And whose dark long hat is made with anguish.
I know of a sorcerer, who performs in hearts of men.
.
He, who gives without notifying hesitation,
Comes to take with without invitation .
I know of a wizard, giver of caps but taker of heads
And he lives in hearts of men .
.
Of a riddler I know,
Whose riddles creates chaos in minds of scholars.
I know of a man, who visited me not long ago,
A merchant of Venice looking for a land to sow.
On his hand lies arrow and bow
Ready to shoot into the dearest of hearts
Saying "am coming to you, to create my mark "
And he lives only in the shadows
.
Balogun David Tolulope
(Drunk poet)
©️2017

When I couldn’t help Stalking you,
On that narrow path that leads to the stream,
Full of dry leaves that your feet would rustle them,
Do you remember?
Sure you must have forgotten,
When we ran into each other,
You poured the grind tomatoes on
On my linen,
I nearly broke my mama’s jar,
Then you smiled.

The well at the backyard of your mom’s
House made it easier,
Always seems to be a date,
Do you remember our first hug?
We were both nervous,

The time I helped you with your backpack,
Leaving a trail of good tidings,
Do you remember the series and
Collection of poems?
I mean the romantic ones,
Like the one I wrote you last night,
When the candles went off?
Do you still remember the last stanza?
Using the vocals I learnt from my
Favourite English teacher,
They weren’t left out in my scheme of love,

Do you still remember?
Your sister, she hated me,
She even pour water on me,
From that bowl over there.

Now do you remember why am
Remembering you?
Because you told me my
Fishermen was unlucky,
Unlucky enough to catch you,
Today am placing your head drink,
On your papa’s table.

She died a year ago,
But so pathetic I wasn’t around during,
Her funeral,
Air would have protested against my loud dirge,
There would have been series of enjambment
In the stanzas of my her elegy.

General Abas said she died in a ****** coup,
But she was too wise to be wiped out in a coup,
She was like untamed lion.

Mr George gave another account,
He said she died during an internal war,
The war against the truth,
She has been from truth,
Too blind to see reality,
Fast asleep to be woken up.

The family doctor said she was poisoned,
Poisoned with the truth,
The truth that kills rather to set free.

Inspector James said she was sniped
From a fair perimeter.
The mortuary attendant said they
Heared movement,
Guess she was just try to raise up.

Today I arrive with nothing to feed my eye,
A little bit nostalgic,
I had the feeling that I belong here but not to death,
So I left for the yard, at the backyard,
I couldn’t belive what I saw on her gravestone,
“Nigeria a country, not a nation”

Time and space against us,
We lost friction that hold us,
Like salt that lost its taste,
Our emotions decline in haste,
Lucifer was casted down,
Just like my emotion drown,
I groan in my heart,
I cried and my tear filled the earth,
My tears wet ***** and Gomorrah
So they bring out fresh flowers,
Good bye love in farewell,
Move on and be well.

Your beauty is a mystery,
The ęwa that the sun can not
Withstand,
Your smiles that scholars
Can not fathom.

Ajoke, the aręwa of our village,
I had known you since you came Of Age.
Adesina the only heir to the Oba,
The Queen said he hasn't be sleeping since
He saw at the yam festival.

Balogun, the warrior of our village,
Promised the King 300 victories to have you,
Ayankola the prominent drummer,
That performs at the village square,
His 'konga'  gives vulnerability to hips,
He wonders what have become of yours,

Odewale, the best village Hunter,
He has sent his wives packing to have you.
Alamu, the village woodcarver,
That carved even Oduduwa,
He has no clue how to carve your beauty.
Bashiru, the son of omowumi,
The palmwine tapper,
His is ready so supply 300 kegs to have you.
Olaniyi, the biggest village farmer,
With plenty of barns, is ready to
Give all this for your beauty.
Ajoke Ashake you are the goddess
Of beauty!

The beauty bird sing for,
That attraction men speak of,
The smiles poets write of,
Your beauty is a mystery!


To her who never noticed me
But her name protest to leave my lips.

The gods has blessed me with thee
Ajoke,the only daughter of moremi
Meet me at twilight,
Let the stars gaze at us all night
The sweetness of your lips is
More intoxicating than an in-tact
Palm-wine.
The deities has made you mine
Your beauty is picturesque
My beauteous Ajoke
With a mythic foxy appearance
Even the birds fall into trance
Your beauty is statuesque
Your aesthetic qualities is grand
Blessed with fancible dimples
Your skin is allergic to wrinkles
The space in-between my fingers is
Where yours fit perfectly
Ajoke my faultless muse.

My hands are heavy
Heavy with aspirations of this world
Like a lady with ample ambition
Beneath thee my body lies
Above thee my soul rise
Air full with elegy
Like smokes beneath mother's ***
As I journey up to the ancestors
To join the prepared feast
Drinking ale with them from curved horns
They would bask in the tales of my triumph
A hero is gone!!
So I would smile through the gates of Valhalla!!!

It was an heartbreak,
It was like an earthquake,
That which I ponder on day after day,
No more smiling, no more play together in the hay.

My aim of loving turns nothing,
Our future turns dim,
My feelings turns dim,
But am still breathing.

I am sober,
Recapturing my past,
The withered flower,
Iron remains cast,
So pathetic,
That love did not last,
I love you that's why am emphatic.

Feelings that can't be measured,
You were the diamond I treasured,
Life without you is would be solitary,
For now, it doesn't change anything, feelings unnecessary.

Could she be among the fallen angels?
A young lady, likely to be a girl,
That which I can not qualify,
Away and beyond all because of her.

She is an epitome of beauty,
A very good source of writing in literature,
That which could face reality,
Adorable, even to the immature.

I had a clear chance, so I moved close,
And the more fascinating,
It was unhatched egg, my heart being enclose,
Her smile very charming,

My heart now skips to beat,
My eye couldn’t see,
I couldn’t move my feet,
Cause her eye has blinded mine

My enemies spread like the branches of tree,
But I manage sometimes to drain Mississippi With a straw
Hatred like burning inferno
Love is a scarcity
Like rain during summer
Tears is a necessity
Like water after meal
Death is an option
Like faith without fate

If tomorrow never breaks,
If the sun protest to shine,
And **** at your backyard
Cease To crow,
If the clock stop ticking,
And if mother will not wake you.

It the future seems to be delayed,
If goodness never beckons,
If the couch is empty,
No more for morning prayers.

Left alone the dark,
Not afraid of the dark,
Rather being alone in the dark.

The future seems dark and hold nothing,
Then you pray it should be a nightmare,
Plead to somone to wake you.

But tomorrow is  coming,
Sun will shine,
Mother's **** with crow,
The clock will tick,
And trust me mother will wake you,
No one can thwart it
Because the past is the key to the future.

He crept his feet that night like a scorpion
Dead, even to the sensitivity of nature
His presence was patched with uncertain aura
Epilepsy at a time, later turmoil in saturation
.
My God!
I should have known by his sophisticated demeanors
And his beguiled compliments on my velvet lips
His reckless talks of treating me like a queen
And the dexterous hold my hips
.
His hands could bear witness that night
As my breath shuffled away
"be gentle! " and for your own good, "be quite! "
He did it like he had been born for it
... And my silent groans and moans died unheard
.
Now I only forward to my friend karma
But shhhhhhhh
He'll **** me!
... If you tell anyone

©️Drunk_poet

I should find my way out!
Like a freed bird from a cage!
I need to leave my village,
I should swing my wings up and down,
I should be leaving now!

But I lost my to the city,
My journey into civilization,
Lost in the forest,
Where the songs of birds mock me,
Lost in the desert where my footprint
Laugh at my animalistion!

Loneliness is my companion,
Silence has been an inspiration,
So I sat under that iroko tree,
Me, myself and I making us three!
Devil talks and angels whispers,
I traveled when I vibe,
Oracles murmur, ascenstors watch,
To my beloved Lucy, a woman I believe
To be rare!
The wind blows from my head to the east,
I see beyond Albert  telescope,
But too afraid to write,
Cause I lost my light!
I lost the grip of my pen!
The talks, murmurs and whispers override
My heart and hand! heart,
I became clueless,
I lost my consciousness!

Aduke fear befell the sun
She knelt dreadfully before your succulent eyes
Fright encamped the stars
as ur beauty overshadowed their shines

The gods gazed down from their huts
To have a glimpse of your paradisaic beauty
Aduke mi, kings give their thrones away
Just to spend a half of second to witness your smile

Adukeeeeee, my dear old nation
Now children gather to listen to the tale of your beauty
As they catch warmth of fire
Made by wood from the forest you were buried

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

Probably on the sofa,
Through pictures and achievement so far,
Taking a memory lane,
When your eyes caught my stares very profane,

Just the two of us dear,
Our bonds nothing could dare,
You and I through hardships,
Ever air was to thwart these relationships,

Just the two of us honey,
When ain’t got money,
From the very beginning,
I prayed to the ending,

Just the two of us my lady,
My lady and baby,
From the outset,
That, you got my back,
Our spirit seals and set
The love keeps breathing,
Hence we keep loving.

Pour me some glass of whiskey,
Oh! Pleases I need it iced,
Yes ma'am he said.

Miss Lucy a lady in her
Early twenties,
My heart is clean!
Never thought of you without your *******!
But miss you're quite mean!

I am common gentleman,
Why such ego?
Is it because am a Blackman?
Let go of this ego,
Isn't it yet  time for our first kiss?
Spare me this ego please!

I heard Mr George jilted you,
I might be the right one,
Prof Harbert called you a *****,
That's not the right one!
Miss you are a lady,
Let me treat you as one!

Father was an acumen,
The doublefold of Solomon's wisdom
Resides in his words
.
Father and his sarcastic smile,
Hardly seen through his coughs
When pulling out his pipe from his mouth
.
"my son"  He said frantically
As he chuckles through his wrinkles
Look at me!  What do you see?
I stammered, I chuckled, became confused
.
Life is a puzzle! He muttered as His mouth
Reached out for is pipe again
Asking me to pour him more of mama sodiq's Palm-wine
Strength and might are weak to solve this puzzle!
But great wisdom is stronger! He said
Grow up son! Grow up!!

life is an irony,
A place where non-living things tends
To live longer than the living
Life's too short
The dust beneath  your feet today
Might be your roof tomorrow!

Life is a battle field
The survival of the fitest
Then palm wine for the victors
Seven virgins should be waiting,
My soul groans to give in
Am a wounded worrior,  
And my cartridge is empty of bullets!

The bell from that church makes me sneer
Barks of those dogs makes remind me of something
Schoolboys arguments thought me something
Concerto from the piano that sleep on the sofa makes me feel lost
The piper's pipe I think of
As these new songs writes my name on the breeze the blows
Reminds me of colourful moments
It reminds me what I am!

It seems like yesterday
When I crawled down from my mother's
Womb
Drenched in blood and covered with nakedness
Compelled to cry,to give smiles and laughter
That I may not run to my fathers' tomb
Love and warmness were the embodiment of my first breathe
.
Soon, am employed, to chase away goats
And fowls in the neighborhood
I recited poems and my lips sing songs
To the moon and the beautiful stars
I danced in rain and played in the hay
With flowers not rollercoaster
.
The thought of life being all about
Rainbows and unicorns cling to my mind
Failure must be the treasure that is hard
To find
But the sun laughed at my ignorance
Now,I heard a call!
Echoing in waves through my childhood
The call of the future itself
.
I climbed hills and Cross oceans
Wilderness and valleys hosted me
Lion and tigers I battled
In the forest of rare determination
Looking for the bed of roses
But still lingering in my dream
And for I fear I might be woken
Soon enough
.
Balogun Tolulopez Ayodeji David
( Drunk poet)
Of course..... All right reserved!!

Under the trees we danced
Around blue made fires
With love and unity
Entertained with flutes and moonlight stories
Dropping from the toothless mouth of our elders
Accompanied with Wise words and warnings
That we may not be blown by the wind
Or drenched by the rain
.
Soon,we became orphans
Left with no breast to ****
Fathers and mothers lost in battle
Against unceasing slumber
We are alone like an island surrounded
By waters of civilization
.
Now we are lost ,lost in ignorance
Our hands,not strong enough
To hold firm the calabash
Given to us by our dead
Filled up with warnings and wise words
So we lost it!
.
Our hen is pregnant
But claims the goat is responsible
We lack fountain
But beg for water
Our barns are full with yams
But we gnash our teeth in hunger
We have golds
But cry for stones
Our eyes are open
Yet,blind to behold
As the beauty of our rainbow unfolds.

Balogun Tolulopez Ayodeji David
(Drunk poet)
ANA AAUA chapter
2017

It's almost a decade now
But it seems like yesternight
Stone blind giving up his life for me
Deluged in the abyss forever
A part of me he took with him
Though gone,but I sense him
He seems so real,so evident
He is everywhere I think
My imaginations ****** up of him
Insanity getting better of me
I'm an embodiment of illusions
Powerless,my life shreds away
How will I make it stop?

pain, pain go away
Come again another day.
pain, pain go away
Let this agony fade away
Because my eyes has emptied the water in my body
My trangular life preaches pills, potion and coffee
Tell me, can you make it stop?
Like tattoo the scars wont stop from showing
And like Mississippi the tears won't stop flowing
How will I make it stop?

I'm swimming in my pool of tears
I can hear the reverberation of your voice, of how you cared
You gave me love, then you added pain and despair
I feel like tearing my heart into pieces to stop it from aching
I'm on fire, no amount of CO2 can quench
If there were a soothing balm, I'd rub my heart with it.
I want to heal.
How do I stop this misery?
How do I make it all history?
How do I make it stop?

©Rhoda ❎DrunkPoet ❎BobTony

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Let me invite the drums,
The Gangan and omele
Let me further surmoun the sticks
All to be arranged in the respect
Of their ages and sizes
Then let Ayankola's hands beat out the rhythms
.
I plead to mama sodiq's Palm-wine
To render us her sweetness.
The gracious Omidans of this village I must behold!
The grace of steps, dexterous twists,
The exhilarating chants and colourful apparel,
Tinted with beaded waists
.
As the ascenstors come out to watch this
Colourful moment of ours
Let the gods drink to this hour
This moment is true
The storm has recided!
Here comes the calm as
The future foretolds

I saw her head graciously sitting on a spike
And her blood meandered through the edge of a pike
.
Her whole parts divided into a lesser whole
The rain of truth pummeled and pull out her pole
.
An ingrate who has no regards for the gift of the gods
For the ******* and well structured buttock without odds
To produce a great nation
.
But she lust  after the beauty of corruption
And slept with cultures of other nations

Father and his immortal dreams,
Held firm by his halyard heart
Sometimes his mind got siege by
Achievemephobia
But Father would leave his footprint
On the river!
"follow my prints"  He said
It leads to the assembly of minds
The sand might be thirsty for your blood
Be strong!
The vultures might be hungry for your body
Fear not!
The Hawks might hover around your destiny
Have faith!
When I become an ascenstor
I forbid you miss me
But carry the cross
It's the legacy!
Wave the flag!

Father I want to you something rare,
No father!  Not the beauty I beheld yesterday,
Nor the sweetness of her lips,
Father not the dexterous touch of her hips,
Listen father, please care,
Father I had a nightmare,
Not a masquerade chasing me,
Look my mouth! No sign of amala!
Father out you should hear me.

Father it's my homeland,
The land of my forefathers,
She was helpless,
Couldn't find help, not even by
Our Fathers,
She  restless and careless.
Father my County is dying!
And moses shook his head In disapproval,
Father you are the country.