DEATH WE CALL NOT DEBT

Sounds from the rambling and mumbling
Of minds, to the outer fringes of life
With open hands we embrace grace
But we stumble in the race
We hit the hard side, but we won't  break
In joy we leap in the lake
The lake of the worlds

Bills fly's
Fortunes hoovers
Like a baby looking unto her mother
We stir and stare
But yet  fortune dews never fall
We dine with chicken feeds
That hardly feeds chickens

If fortunes avoid our path
Let death hoover like a bat
With open hands we will pat its back
But its counterpart draws it back
Death its you  we call not debt
We are bretherns, worldly not
Yet shall experience heavens wrath
Where do we go from here
Heaven or hell?

We are the brave traitor
The land that bred us, we desecrate
On the blade of our swords
Readily going for tour
not to heavens gate
But to the forgone part of the worlds
Because debt wish us death not

By
Lawson ayodeji Michael
19-07-18
19:00

GOOD MORNING. DEVIL

Your eyes you close oh saucy sun
You oceans our first sons are gone with you
The frith we called our abode
Its the patheon of the seven headed viper

The morning comes with tearful noise
Hands journeyed to north, and legs to south
Heads rolls from the cut of an invisible axe
Its the death of devoted worshippers

What path have we troden?
Who called our master an impotent?
Where is the entrance to the forgone shrine?

We are mortals
Who believes in our immortals
In Our finest robe we danced to their dirge
We have God but seeks gods
We have chosen this path, and forever we will be theirs

Esu bear us witness, we rejoiced when you descended
But in the ides of march
In your house we paid tributes
But here we are with tribulations
Today of all days
You sit with your neck to the sky
Staring at us, with palms on cheeks

Your chains we pulled
Our hearts is free of palm-oil
Give us peace we clamor
Your gold we want not
Give us joy, you decline
Though, you are not a god to serve everyday
But your praises we will sing all day
Good morning




Lawson ayodeji Michael
06-08-2018
13;00

DARK DAYS

If Only,
I could mute the tick of the clock
And give it's hands a moment of respite
I will go gaga in the joy of doing so

If only,
the craft can take me back
Back to the dark days
when skins compliments care
I will surely pay my
driver a million dollar

If only,
Those days could be my messenger
I will give it a job to
peep into its successors
A microscope I will get for it
Because I know
Tears of agony will run down it's cheeks
That it's tomorrow has made us fail it

If only,
The sun could standstill
And tomorrow refuse to come
We will be glad to be young forever

Surely,
they have gone into obscurity
Days that comes with joy
Have in your amorphous minds
That the souls in your tomorrow has failed you
But yet
They Awaits your return
In the second phase


By
LAWSON A MICHAEL
©2018

***** AND GOMORRAH

A perverted city
Whose occupants
Unseats the natural order
Wonderful city of mysteries
Where truth smells martyr
And falsehood wallow in legitimatecy

A *****
Where sodomites *******
Hookers bookers
We find solace in our deeds

Smokes from hose
Fills thé house
Yet we call on the lord of host
So in empyrean we might get a post

Skulls as Cups
Bloods as wines
Sacked bills
Paralysed our conscience
We never got to understand
The temporality of the temporal

Our city,
The euphoriant
Which makes the ticket of empyrean
Slipped away from our palms
In the temporal space
We will rest but not in peace
we are sodomites
Forever we will be

By
LAWSON À MICHAEL

A perverted city
Whose occupants
Unseats the natural order
Wonderful city of mysteries
Where truth smells martyr
And falsehood wallow in legitimatecy

A *****
Where sodomites *******
We found solace in our deeds
But the opportunity of the second phase eludes us

Skulls as Cups
Bloods as wines
Our existence grace dwindle
We never got to understand
The temporality of the temporal

Our city,
The euphoriant
Which makes the ticket of empyrean
Slipped away from our palms
In the temporal space
We will rest but not in peace
Because we are sodomites


By

Michael A Lawson

ADIEU TO A GOOD NAME

Diamond amidst stone
A deity in the patheon
Shinning star in the wide blue sky
Was my name before it demise
Farewell to it

It stood gallantly by me
From the very seconds
I stepped into an elusive world
We came together
But I was careless enough to let go of it

A good name is a god to midas
So also was mine
But the ****** of its existence
Rang it's bell the moment,i forgot my source
My tears ran to the ocean

The world a thief
Life a rogue
They stole the gold
A glitter they gave in return

It's letters ran into the furnace of doom
Embers it's has become
It's remains is gone
with the ferocious cyclone

Its a coin tossed into an ocean
Never shall it be found
It's a bomb blast victim
Never shall it's pieces be found
It's dead and gone to the seventh heavens
In obscurity it resides forever

I mourn a good name
I shed tears of a lost diamond
I will live to sing it's dirge all day
Farewell to a good name

By
LAWSON A MICHAEL

FANATIC

In liturgies,
He never missed the front pew
Paid rapt attention to every syllablic sound
he believed that was his sword
He was a combatant of christ

He kneeled at the slightest order
Pressed his lips hard to the cross
The wafer,was his daily bread
He never sat with the one that smokes
He thought , the commandments he broke
"He was a sinner", he said

He never gave to Cesar's
What's Cesar's
He never respected the temporal principles
Said "I'm of heaven".

It's time,he heard the clarion call
Amidst stream of tears
He was thrown into obscurity
He opened his eyes lids
At the gate of empyrean,he found himself
Here I am",he shouted
With confidence he banged on heaven's gate
But the gate keeper didn't relate
What's wrong?
Have they embarked on strike actions?
Is he deaf?

He asked the chauffeur behind the wheel
Am I not worthy of a compartment here?
But he doffed his crown
Saying, "We don't give rooms to dogmatist"

He sorted to see  empyrean authorities
To make his ordeals known
But he had no luxury of time
In the pit of fire
He burned to embers.

By
Ayodeji Michael LAWSON
©2018