Hell will tell
if you still ring the gospel bell
and abuse the little ones with ****** tale.

Hell will tell
whose miracles are magical spell
disguised in communion smell.

Hell will tell
the hidden stories in your secret cell
and how your lies made her tummy swell.

Hell will tell
and
heaven might be a lonely paradise.

© Artitude

when the eyes of inspiration
wake to the reality of dreams;
and words find voice behind the mic.
I hope you realize your dreams
long before the dry dawn.

when voices travel with the wind
across the mountain of doubt;
and the hungry kids are fed
with food for thought.
I hope your name lives in the sun
long after you're gone.

I hope they remember your voice
and sing to the children unborn.

I hope your name don't burn
along the old books on the shelf.

I HOPE YOUR WORDS IS THE VOICE THEY LISTEN•••

©Artitude

Hey babe!
Can you slide the curtains for a while?
for the moon awaits your presence and the night is ready to stretch a beautiful portrait of you in the dark.  
can you feel the wind struggling to caress your jelly skin and the harmattan trying so hard to kiss your succulent lips?
Take a glimps at the sky and let your emerald eyes ascend to heaven, connecting every dotted starlight beneath the cloud into a beautiful shape of love.
Heaven's smiles at its own...
So sleep now Angel and let the stars and moon keep you company... GOODNIGHT!
.

Have you seen mabel?
A girl with a face marbled with gold
her smile can infect even the saddest heart to smile..
She commands words with her lips and her voice will remind you of heaven, like melodies escaping the beak of a bird
singing the joy of a new dawn.. .
.
Have you seen mabel?
She is the young girl with a mature mind.
clothed in purity, the ****** Mary of our generation.
When she walks even models take note for the earth adores her feet and her footprints leaves autographs for the young ones to
follow.. .
.
If you see mabel... Please!
Tell her she has stolen my heart,
for her eyes are the greatest weapon I've ever seen.
i couldn't resist her gaze..
Tell her someone is craving for her attention and How much will it cost?
Tell her, I'm Willing to pay.
.
Please, Tell her
when i rearrange her name ''MABEL'' i Find;
''Me'' ''Able'' and ''Bea''
and i believe she alone is able to handle this heart of mine.
.

.
The night reek of dead bodies
and the moon is scared of the sky.
These are breathing corpse,
scrambling for oxygen.
Can't you see their pitiful eyes?
Life is living through death
.
Broken coffins, laid opened.
The smell of dead bodies
made love with the atmosphere.
Why is the graveyard filled with empty tombs?
Has the soulless souls risen?
I can hear the cry of bush babies
rippled from decayed breast
.
Tonight we dine with the zombies
that roam our streets and drink from broken human skulls
Tonight we shake hands with death and dance with the spirits.
TONIGHT!
.
{c}Joseph.udo

Have you seen kenya & Malawi??
Nigeria is worst
never should anybody say
we are the giant of Africa
it's a lie , the truth is
we are all failures
Thinking that
we actually succeeded
After independent
it's wrong and we know.
Living only for our pockets,
and
stealing from Nigeria
it's all we try to do
mutual respect, love and peace
will never be
divided
Nigerians
biafra are fighting
fulani herdmen are killing
bokoharam are kidnapping
our country is a war zone.
{NOW READ BOTTOM TO TOP}
.
{c}Joseph.udo

I see a PEN
rising against nations
causing chaos and
bringing peace.
whoever shall wield a pen
will be possess and
filled with extraordinary powers.
men will worship and dance at his(her) feet.
.
I see poet-trees
growing even in desert
bringing forth good fruits and
feeding mankind with wisdom.
Men shall **** to taste its juice
and a day without reading a poem shall be like a day without hearing directly from GOD Himself
.
Lawyers shall quote poets
to win a case and doctors in the psychiatric ward will prescribe poems three{3} times daily as the best remedy for bipolar disorder.
.
Descendants of EVANS
will no longer chase after rich politicians and business men buh for a man with the right ink.
A poem for freedom.
.
Poets will be scattered abroad
preaching the Goodnews of poetry..
The world will celebrate em
and many will force themselves to write.
.
I don't know when this will happen buh i know it will and when its does, i hope someone finds this post and quote my PROPHESY.
.
{c}Joseph.Udo

There is no love on me
without you..
like a food without salt
i lack taste...
How did you do it?
How did you leave a mark in my life
with a permanent marker?..
The memories of you
are like ink stain on a plain sheet
****! Hard to erase...
Remember how i wanted to just create memories with you...?
How i wanted to be THE GUY
until you meet YOUR GUY?
How i wanted to mend
your broken heart cause
i felt pretty girls shouldn't cry?
.
Yes! I ended up memorizing
your name in my dreams...
I got jealous of those guys
and became the crying one
oh! Foolish me...
Wish i knew today from yesterday..
That your body will soon get numb to my touch...
And your hands will no longer welcome my hugs...
I WOULD WALK AWAY
AND SAVE MY FRAGILE HEART

I stand in a graveyard
of buried bodies, ideas and dreams..
Surrounded by millions of tombstones
the Epitaph
i dread to read..
The darkness welcomes me home
like a mother waiting for her child.
Tonight i dine with the ghosts
that hunts my night..
.
How do i show mama
the graves beneath my bed?
Where the innocent heads
she raised was killed and buried.
This holes dug by depression are deeper than her love could fill.
.
The silence is loud
i can hear them call
from within
This lovely voice of the devil
i can't resist..
Tonight
i shall split my wrist
and
lie with my forefathers.
.
(c) Jay.E.udo

Never fall in love with a poet
They will break you apart like stanzas
rhyme your pains in lines
And leave a piece of you in every written piece
You become a metaphor
A simile, an oxy-*****
The IRONy of love melting to the sarcasm beneath their tongues.
.
Never fall in love with a poet..
They have the poetic LIE-SENSE
To imprison your mind with every SENTENCE that escapes their lips.
They will tear you apart
like rough draft,
burn you, and then
call it arts.
You become a box of poems
A commodity to the arts.
.
Never fall in love with a poet
they are too creative with love
too creative with words.
They will **** the ''I'' in simile
just to make you smile.
.
Never fall in love with a poet
if you don't have the he{art}.

Oh, strange friend!
Let thy presence fill me once again.
Thou art close yet far away,
trapped behind written words,
The true definition of love,
when shall i see thy pretty face?
.
Oh, strange friend!
Let me behold thy face,
that i may read thee as a book.
For in facebook i hath found thee,
and in thee i hath love
encrypted in every 'hellos' and 'hies'
you sent right into my inbox,
when shall i see thy pretty face?
.
Oh, strange friend!
I hope we meet again tonight,
on this very app of surprises.
I hope you say those lovely words
that takes my cheeks high
and cause my heart to smile;
i hope to see thy pretty face
even for a while.
.
Strange friend!
©Jay.E.udo

I see the beautiful mask you wear,
A type that set your cheeks on a hill and play our eyes.
This makeup of lies;
lay a foundation on your face
and build a perfect smile of deceit,
beautifully
hiding the pains beneath your eyes...
.
I see the beautiful mask you wear,
those clothes that covers the pains beneath your skin.
pose for the camera
hope the flashlight
illuminate your soul and force your cheeks to smile.
The pictures of you
pictures paradise
but your heart lives in hell,
burning
Broken
drenched of sorrow..
Yet you somehow still draw those eyebrows so well and walk graciously on those heels..
.
They call you FAKE
I call you STRONG.

The sight of you is like taking alcohol before meal..
It's gets me high..
When those ***** on your chest dance to the rhythm of my heart.
my soulless soul found peace between your thighs
the express road to paradise...
So lemme drink from the spring that flows from your chest
the breast milk of liberty...
Let your ******* sleep in my mouth and wake to the calling of my tongue...
Lets both moan in love....

Hello poetry...
Can we have this chat?
So i can spread my heart
on papers and hope you see it's broken pieces..
Let me bleed this painful sweet nonsense for my fingers are trembling in frustration and my pen is cold.
.
Hello poetry...
Can you please pick up the phone
before i pick up the gun.
My demons are right here.

I have no more poems left in me,
Am just a poet without the ''e''.
A black *** filled with broken words,
burning out my sanity.
So, keep the ''i love you'' phrase
to yourself
cause at the end of the day
am just a tool you wash and use whenever you want.,
.
I have no more poems left in me,
am just a poet without the ''o''.
A pet to your selfish desires,
broken and tamed....
No more deadly kiss...
No more fake love...
Let me have my free-doom.
©Jay.E. Udo

ghost now walks in the land
where the living died
the silent cry of innocent souls
hunt the night.
No more drums of war
for the drummers were killed too.
The night reek of blood
the smell of dead bodies
made love with the atmosphere.
Who will mourn the dead?
Who will sing the moonlight song?
For the night is quiet and calm.
© Jay.E. Udo

Neat orderly lines of chairs
Rattling biro pens on sweaty palms.
An echoing hall of icy airs,
exhaling teens failing to stay calm.
A bald figure glares over nervous being through supervising glass,
you will find me right in the middle of a scanty class.
A graveyard of buried dreams.
.
I was made to find ''x'' and i don't understand ''y''
why, ''A B, A B'' was the only rhyme scheme on my answer sheet..
Why, i had to quote and live by the words of another man,
so i could secure an A, B or C on that last day.
Alphabet i might never use in life.
.
Hmmmm...
What if, I get an ''A'' in farming and ''F'' in mathematics??
Does it mean am brainless?
What if,
I can't spell the word ''vehicle'' but can actually fix it?
Does it make me any less better than you?
I can't stand these tests
designed to determine the worth of our mind.

Tell me,
letting go is part of love too,
and this is your best way of showing it.
Tell me,
Am not the problem,
neither am i the solution.
Tell me,
You need space to figure out yourself and how your not a fan of distance relationship.
Tell me,
Am just perfect but not perfect together.
Go Ahead... read me the breakup speech and let me sympathize with you for cheating on me.. #dark

I walk lonely as a cloud
that sleeps on vales and rest on hills
when thought become loud and loneliness kills.
where is thy love?
Why is thy heart with emptiness filled?
Wishing through the cold night
broken & shelter, with nothing to heal.
Where is thy love?
Where is the innocuous soul of thee?
A poet turned from gay
thrown into turmoil and colossal self destruction
but kept moving, for anyway is a way..
He found the Angels singing songs of doom.
hell was nothing compare to his dark little room...

Poem

If you don't know your worth at least know your words

CAGED FLOWER
She carries a hill on her chest,
a mountain behind her
and her face is a rose
Her thighs threaten to leave their container
A glance at her is like taking alcohol before meal
Back you look again and again
Your heart becomes a cheetah
Increasing the pressure in your groins
In the walls of your mind,
her body graced your bed
Again, it happens
Today, you'd be a man
you jumped behind her
Like a lion set to attack its prey,
married her to the ground
and eased your pressure in her.
She's hurt, but your heart
is a hardened metal bar
You padlocked her lips with a life threat
Now, she's weak
Her belly contains the world;
a globe on its own
Her pride is lost
You've crushed a dream
You've caged a beautiful flower.

I watch her as she's treated like a germ
behind her eyes there are whispers
A secret held
because once its revealed
they treat her like a *******
my heart cries out and yarns to console
to show her acceptance
as she struggles to do so
death's cold breath raising hairs on her neck
At seventeen she faces this foe
lost in a world with too many stigma..
Three month ago
she was told to try it out
that everyone was doing it
That it was awesome and the sweetest thing ever
they told her the risk behind it were just a myth
''who is still a ****** at seventeen?''
they tease...
Why not get a bf and have fun..
Stop being too boring and anti-social
well, she did it.... She had fun
and the result is here
she is *** POSITIVE
I HOPE U ACCEPT HER NOW???

The more you DRINK{alcohol}
the less you THINK
the more you SINK..
The more you SMOKE
the  CHOKE on you
the JOKES on you...
The more you DOPE
you lose your HOPE
the less you COPE...
Less words they say & more ACTION
so now you feel lik you own the WORLD and act with no CAUTION...
ATTENTION please!...
Let me speak to ya SOUL
like a good shepher ma calling the lost ones HOME...
The YOU in YOU, you gat to CONTROL
cause life is so UNPREDICTABLE like a dice you ROLL..
Your ALIVE today
tomorrow your a GHOST...
Your among the LIVING...
BE THANKFUL
BE GRATEFUL
Make i no hear say u BOAST...
No amount of **** you smoke can make u DOPE
no alcoholic drink can change the BAD to GOOD...
You want 2 pass EXAMS yet you don't want to read ur BOOKS...
You want To..
FEEL AMONG{i see}
PEER GROUP PRESSURE {i see}
INDECISION {i see}
LACK OF VISION {i see}...
#Brosgetalife #BeINSPIRED #jay

Tap tap tap on your little device
keep scrolling up and down
don't worry, i know your battery percentage is always greater than your sanity..
So come lets tarry and pray for electricity..
Shea.. You need to charge your brain?
i mean that small device that thinks for you..
Your little box of illusion...
Check how many friends are online
3,000 4,000 or maybe more
so i guess you don't give a f**k about Family and close friends around you..
Pls check if #Theycallmeslayqueeny has finally respond  to your million and one massages or if #Kingfreshboy actually liked your photos..
If not..
Clara has a nice dress and mike  
just got a new pair of shoes..
You can borrow em... Snap and post for us..
Your facebook likes must reach 5k nah
so my dear... Stay awake
count every likes and like every comment and when that battery of yours finally gets low...
Pls.. WAKE UP AND FACE REALITY... Thanks

Am I that little, shy and fragile boy hiding behind a thousand words
while my self worth lay rusting in self doubt
I made friends with my  demons...
my invisible roommate
Am I that suckler that was nursed and raised by poetry
with no shelter for the cold night nor bed to sleep
I fed on words and words fed on me
talk to papers and fight with a pen..
i am the sad lyrics to a broken song..
see.. my bank account is empty but my brain is filled
my words are much but my lips are sealed
my hands are willing but my fingers are weak...
the society don't give a ****..
so the next time u want to know me.. just take your time to read my piece..
I am everything and I am nothing.. I am Nobody without a pen

The efik/ibibio people might call her ADIAHA
THE IGBO'S calls her Ada
A true born African
her hips seals lips
for a thousand words are wrapped around her waist... And
Her chest carries a mountain
A canaan of its own
Flowing with MILK AND HONEY
even Israel can't compete
for her mind has won more battles than JOSHUA ever did with a sword..
Her dark skin tell the tales of her originality..
She is the African salad.. Every man wish to taste..
The young ones look up to her while their mother's reminisce
She  feed lord lugard and Nnamdi Azikiwe even before they knew how to spell their names..
She was there when Ojukwu declared war on her sons and her daughters were made barren..
She is the mother of poets and the inventor of poetry...
Stories were like poems in her mouth even before Hollywood could master the art...
Her tongue had painted more pictures in the heart of her children
so Her HISTORY they never forget
#MAMA_AFRICA

This uncle was so un-cool to his little niece
every night comes with an endless movement of push- up's on her delicate skin
Her legs torn apart in his own apartment
As he advance to take advantage of her little age..
Ssshhhhhh! BE SILENT
Uncle didn't stop until he broke her *****..
ARE YOU A KID?
WHAT DO I GET FOR PAYING YOUR SCHOOL FEES?
This questions and many more was his key to the vault between her legs..
It just there month pass and her stomach is already raising to the challenge
Her womb bore the evident of his Crime..
Don't panic... He said..
I know a doctor that can take lives
just an injection and a few pills
you be alright..
Buh sadly this were the last pills she ever took...
UNCLE HAS DESTROYED TWO INNOCENT LIVES

In this dark hole with many tunnels
A broken boy always trying to skip through..
Many times i tried... Many times i failed
Where is the lord of light
for my eyes are dim and my sight are dark

This dark hole with many trials
imprison this soul no more i pray thee
take me no more to this court of depression and judge me not, with this demons

This dark hole, home of vipers
**** through my spirit and dwell in my thought, running and endless race in my brain...
What is thou gain??
Are you not done yet???
I know you love to see me cry
and dance in pains
**** me dry and leave my life with ****** stains
buh yet again, you failed
cause in failure i succeed
and in my weakness i find my greatest strength
when i cry... I just soak the earth for a better me to germinate
so keep me or free me
buh if you won't let me out of this dark hole... Then i will bring light and make it home
#DairyofABrokensoul