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COUNT
Count your age by friends not by years,

Count me together with them.

Count your happy memories  and leave behind the sad,

Count together those who loathe you but their hate results into goodness.

Count those who pretty calm you down when mad.

Count them that thinks you are mad at them but you're actually not.

Now count and know you not just your age but more.

Count families;

Friends all are part of your age.

Wishing you the best life can offer...
  HAPPY NEW AGE
       Inspiredpoet ✍️
           ©Inspired
Adeyi gracious mayomikun.
To every being born to this earth; ohh the miracles
Mystery sang its lullaby as my thoughts went dark as night.
Clouded with oblivion, I realized I was a mortal.

Eerie feeling lingers in the pit of my soul, as the earth run along even the sun picked it race.
In amazement I watched the enticing lie of the silent market.

The ray opened it eye and mine to reality, it was also accompanied with the breeze.
The wind was hot as the hades' dread to live caught my sight.

I was as slippery as an eel as perspiration rode down my back.
I gulped nervously for fear of humanity; the devil's angel. For their soul conceal, dread then in mind.

Now in solitude of nature I find peace, despite the raging soul, such a perfect dight.
The river dances as its depth the pebbles dived, twas at the earth's horizon, the sun blinked to set..

HEAVEN!! YET ON EARTH
Out of loneliness was it written.
Once an age in the land of oblivion
On the lap of  time  dwells everybeing
Such today and no tomorrow
Eras,regimes,generations and tenures
Comes and flew


A supernatural sentforth a great valour
To save the puzzle of 'time'
But after so much toil
The great valour becomes a old gallant
And at the verge of death
Where, no where but his home  a necropolis will be.


He gave an inked leafy scroll to a young lad
To yield to the supernatural who claim unscathed or aged
But will be after centuries.

Rather the parchment reads;


"Time is not thine neither mine
The little thing in it space line
Turns fate around so fine
Even a feather to a cone pine


It waiteth not
And can never fall shot
With its little finger so short
Great things come forth


It permiteth not excuse
And doesn't care why you're confused
Yes it does produce your muse
If you don't with it make a fuse


Misusing time in a slight,
Lost the trip which needed a flight
Or rather gone chance to a greater height
After all the work and plight.

THE ILL AND HEAL REST IN TIME

©AdeyiMaryMayomikun
Times does flies and remain
In the mire's sea I swam,
Not as fish but as clam.
In struggles and difficulties,
Silence, darkness and impossiblities.


Harsh and cruel realities I face,
As with impatience all through I pace.
It took him, but not her again.We've never bargain.


With lives gone, I thought it was nature,
But with my flower taken,my balloon pride punctured.
Woe,woe I cried again as another it takes.
What's my life on Earth? Oh  piece of cake!


Courage on, sucide is gonna do,
But will this hostile world let me go?
In thought of how, with mind so stiff,
I was again mistaken for a thief.


**** her, **** her, they shouted,
Then, I remembered those words I never counted.
Of the king of glory who was wronged,
So as for the sins of men he might purged.


For the tactics to go to him all I know,.
But does He cares? does his blood for me it flow?
To death and him, the latter I'll try,
In me, his mercies was all for I cried.



Eyes shut, for no one and I had,
Little did I know my little prayer was heard.
My swift call of this Supreme name,
Did what I can't even  believe in a game.



In him now I trust cos all my sins purified,
By his grace from all guilt justified.
Families and friends, his chosen one supply,
Now always his SUPREME NAME Everytime I apply.
In the dread of desperation and loss
He still does care
When out of the earth, to that of oblivion
When my wealth are left behind,
And my work and deeds unfinished.
Even all strives lay in vain.


When I'm gone and my fames all dies.
And not my name in the house of tomorrow,
When I'm gone and my mouth are mute and my ears deaf,
When I'm gone and never to come back.


When I'm gone to the place of truth,
And all coverups lay opened.
When I'm gone and my eyes shut, hands tied.
When on the cold floor I lay, what worth is the nourished skin i paid.


When I'm gone and alone in an helpless corridor,
Face palming and biting my fingers, reminiscing my bads and looking to the place of perdition.
Got alot of fears to say when I'm gone.


When I'm gone, who shall mourn me,
Who shall call for me even when my ears are numb.
Who shall try to find nd forgive my mistakes, even if none can see my wandering spooke.
WHEN I'M GONE.


When I'm gone and the rooster on the stile crows behind me,
And life despair when the only visitation remains in every dreams.
When I'm gone and ne'er to wake from my slumber,
And my only memory and what i deserve is a flower in the necropolis.

WHEN I'M GONE
Inevitable death
As I wrestled with him fiercely all day,
Thinking not he's my potter, and I clay.
My mind in one thing he only can give,
With earnest strife, I Know I'll receive.

I roared in impatience as days turn nights,
With hunger, red was my sight.
Pain and frustration in my ***** lingers,
Or was my sins behind why I'm hindered

Cognitively I received"not of work but of mercy"
For a sinner like  Me I've been too bold and feisty.
Hypocrite was I for to all world shown,
And always with pride I went to the throne.

Humbly I bow, when realisation  was dawn,
With my heart screaming for mercy, from my sin I turn.
Now as a son, with peace and boldness I go,
With power and authority I'll fight my foe.
The secret place of prayer.

His grace yet abound

— The End —