I don't need a geographer
To take me round the world
I don't need a compass
To direct me south west east north
I don't need a sailor
To sail me in the dark light seas
I don't need a pilot
To fly me all way above the earth
Let me whisper the truth in your  ears
My lady is the world
Inside her is the map
She takes me round the world
She magenetizes me to the paths
She sails my heart through the storms
She flies my mind out of the earth
And she whispers the truth in my ears
You must travel round me my Love
(c) Kuvar

I fear our originality will fade
The mistake I made
Thinking love is a trade
My heart lost from this bade
I should have called a ***** a *****
Your “NO” tears me as a  blind blade
My heart is homeless and needs shade

Your sincerity as thongs
When you say
We can’t work out  
Fate is a key I hold
Out of your heart I go  
Shutting the doors in grace
If I refuse and stay
Is to be trapped a slave

We are march to the blacksmiths
Blacks in thick black and deep black clothes
We come to mourn against lawless smit
For aged dark days and noisy nights.,
beneath gray sky

Their envelope in our mailbox spews blackmail
That they plan to transfer power by bed
We refuse to swallow such corruption ***
Now we will fight for generations to come

Should we say the uniform saved us
No! But yes! That blacks spoke in uniform
can’t you see the strong bass in your black
Ignite your coal that light be born.

I found love in the *** of snow
Beautifully cut in snowflakes
Her pointy nose pokes my heart
Snuggled up so cozy and warm

She makes me rich with the gold in her hair
Mind-blowing filters in winter
Her ******* are timbres for the soul
Milky magnets attracting angels to Earth


Eyes of a dove engrossed in rose
Sputters silence out of a withered tongue
Her fleecy hands as feathers of dove
Gently Wipe away tears of wild fire

Rainbow treasures in her rolling tears
Her Voice wheeze out of birds in spring
Her breath is why air breathe
Sail eternal in the depth of her heart


And if I come when fire owns your soul
Unable to afford a yacht, I sail in a canoe
Seeking haven a survivor of your volcano
Will you take my hands despite I am coal?

- [ ] ©️Kuvar

Right here in front of my computer
I don't need coffee but whiskey
So bad a trader tricky brisky
Hold onto dear life placenta
Coin market cap is my wall street
Cryto coins zip zag zoom pit pat piffy
Crypto news throws me wing Wong ****
Deardevils hodling coins from plummeting Ceaser
Traders can only make your money if you sell her
History moonwalk to 2013 the drunkenness of GameKyuubi,
Be calm I HODL it sting as bee but as honey it will be

Success is all he had
And hate was what it brought
Frenemies with smiles
All around your house
Perching your fortune as houseflies
The scramble stumble struggle  
That took you
To be a butterfly
Frenemies can
Make you turn larva
o-ver-night

This game of chance
Is what you call dating
Marry after or marry not
I can do better as “I”
But the reason however
Is to erase ‘I’ for ‘US’
But this game of chance
Is not always so nice
And yet another time
It has failed ‘US’ for two ‘I’s
I pray the lord
Have mercy on ‘US’

Today I saw them
With heavy loads of favored wood pulps  
Weighing them down to the earth
The deceased might of their gods  
Pushing hard to open the library door
Today I saw them
Protocols mechanizes their existence
Sniffing the dust as they walk
In-between lines of old forsaken books
Gently touching the back covers
Today I saw them
As their feet march in accordance
Empty Buckets of sands to quench fire
They’ve come for the obituary of dead men
Reading their books to their ears  
Today I saw them
The chirping birds that made it in
Build a nest with tattered fluffy cottons
Chirping in slumbering pitch
A Lullaby to this already sleeping generation
Today I saw them

I met a beggar in wealth avenue
His night free to the face of the sky
But the dews sew his hope in whole

I met a begger in wealth Avenue
His coat washed out of colours
But the sun glared him a rainbow in his soul

I met a begger in wealth Avenue
His shoe sole eaten to the end
But the earth carved him a wall round his feet

I met a begger in wealth Avenue
His lunchbox kills the worm of famine
But the Lord poured him manna from heaven

Behold!
The blood of a lamb
Hewn from the wall of life
Flourishing as fountains
In the place of skulls
Aye!
Golgotha knows no peace
For his crown of thorns
Tore her to pieces
The heart of life
Is back to life

Today is not Christmas
But fireworks Crack in my heart
Today is not Sunday
But bells of worship ring in my heart
Today is not valentine
But candles lit up in my heart
Today that I know
That I am special
To someone special
Today like no other day

KUVAR

For the prologue
As a sign of gentlemanliness
I pull my hat for her
How beautiful you are my lady
And then I put my hand forward to her
And to the greatest wakanda saga
Venom spew her **** lips to my face
With no second taught
I took my leave to live
Far away into the land of singles
For her beautifulness
Will give me nothing but illness
I am looking for a boo not a poo
So I took my hat and my heart
Who burns love letters to ashes
on a first date??

This is a time
When a man
Needs to eat a full chicken
And flesh he can’t afford
Let him go for an egg
That is a full chicken
From a life chicken
Poor innocent man
Just saved a chicken from the knife
Man with his muscular knife and fork
is such a
BACKSTABBER FOLKS

my emotions dread for peace
this space is so tight
I seem lifeless

why prickly numb and burning
are my toes writing a story
spare me a niddle to escape

For my fears are dead
Today I question life
Now I got my answer

Live today
Live today
Live today

(c) Olu Daniels -KUVAR

Sometimes
Love is the only sacrifice
To make us
The monster
We must truly be
And those who never loved
Are no better
Than weaklings
©️Kuvar

I woke up to an image of God
worried from bed of the phrase
That There is but one God
I hear the pastor and imam say
I serve the greater God
This is the only way to Heaven
I brood on this poo of faith
Why deficate in the minds of men
I am sure at least
There is but one me
When men sin against men
Backed up with a verse of belief
Swing and Stone away the world
The mischief of the good one
It wasn't faith who wronged us
Men needed an instrument of war
Faith happens to be the best of it all
And why has it been so successful
Shut your ears and listen with your breathe
Because there is but one God
And he can't save us all
For there is too many of us
Who refuse to believe
That there is but one God
© Kuvar

The mirror is a story
Of a body with smooth scars
So it appears on smooth glass

The mirror is a story
Of a mind to remind man
Of his thoughts unforeseen

The mirror is a story
Of an heart of darkness
And the give and take of kamar

The mirror is a story
Of beauty and ugliness
For those with eyes to see

The mirror is a story
Of our past and our now
And of those lies we lie  

The mirror is a story
Of those who dine
At the corner of lost glory

The mirror is a story
Of a skeletally written matter
With an opportunity to wear death

©kuvar_

On that faithful day
With the tree’s clapping so loud
The wind escalated the noise to the sky
Covering the face of the sun
Darkness corned in man’s heart
Their shelter roofs it took off
Men were sent on a forceful voyage
Things fall apart as weak mustache  
Tabula rasa hits the skull of man
Church goers lament in distress  
“Forgive me oh lord my sins”
An atheist gulps in self defense
I stand as a witness to say
The sexuality of nature is wild

For seven  hours I was dead
Dead in my Luxury lord's bed
I did not care of weather or bread
Life Lynchs me, she's  so rude

I turned left to the wrath of hell
I must tell you, hell is already here
My flesh cozy  but my soul yell
This is the earth that we do share

I had said Kamar is nothing but a myth
I am twice correct But today we meet
Call the priest who collects my tithe
Should I be blind after I paid for sight

The poor man, honey do pour
His healthy heart in tattered coat
The rich man, stings do pour
His thorny heart in costly coat

I stole from myself, the truth
For I am blind of the lamb birth
I chose the Golden crown of earth
For I am sightful of the lustful fruit

I woke up to the man in the mirror
Tears roll his eyes while I smile
Seven hours and it was lemon without fresh lime
Sour and bitter saint of the carcass in the mirror
©Kuvar

To say love is blind
Is soulfully blind
Hasn’t love been so kind
To give back sight to the blind ?

No woman no cry
A mother is no exception
The tears that roll down her eyes
As she push in pains for my sake
The blood down her ******
In between the first haven I knew
The spank that spoke life to me
That moment I cried as mama cries
That moment I sensed the pain
O Bob Marley!
Now truly I see
No woman no cry

I have learnt to say OK
when I feel like going a little further
I halt and say
She’s ok
That’s ok
You’re ok
I’m ok
It’s ok
I guess after all
Whether I can or I can not  
afford a cupcake
being OK is OK

He’s a palm wine tapper
His bicycle for the journey
His calabash for the palm wine
His waist tie for his balance
But
Calabash will not be filled
Palm tree will not shed tears
Bicycle will not ride itself
Palm wine tapper is dead

Don't forget
I am  just a boy
Standing before a girl
Asking her to love him
Notting Hill Takes a flip
Reality made me Anna Scott

Dear self
You can’t find yourself
On another man’s shelf
Said the bookshelf