Joy fills the dept of our heart
The captain of our foe
now captures with our hands
Just as he stumbled
through the darkness he built
with his hands
fear of light
grips his darkened heart
Weak in strength
bows his head to the dust of the ground
powerless in his loneliness
Authority his mouth desire to command
but falls to command defeat and shame
War cease as our soul
finds endless peace
The corner of our street is filled
with the walk of freedom

#AfricanThoughtsCollections

Oh our high land
has carelessly been made
low by our own hands
Our gold are sold leaving
us sleeping in the cold

The comfort blanket is being
removed from our bodies
by the strangers we gave the
opportunity to spend the night in our abode

The ones we had called
in out of the cold had
Wickedly thrown us out in the cold
taking dominance on our gold

Lunacy makes way as brothers
stood against brothers
The hands that were dependent on
by the masses became independent

They fed their mouth to the
brim rather than feeding
the people

People are loosing weight
while their pockets are gaining
weight and strength
They cut off with their own hands
hands that place them in power...

Aremo my Love
The thought that fills my smile
Fairest of the good bachelors
that exist in the land
Though many young virgins
waited long to see your face
but end up being deceived
Out of lust, the virgins
of the Land had thrown away
The fort you committed to us
Many defiled out of their
Impatience and convetiousness
Make haste my beloved
I look patiently
Looking intently for your coming my Love
Though my heart weakens
And it doesn't look easy
Yet I'll find it easy
Out of my passion for you I'll wait
My lover I'll stay in there
Else I'll be defiled
With my foes vain speeches
Waiting and looking forward to your coming
For I know it's near
Constant mockery rocks my mind
Friends and foes firing at me
Waiting...
Till I see your glorious face
Shine its light into my darkened
and tired eyes
Till your hand touches me
I'll stay till day break
Till the shadows find no expression
Around me
Until I feel the blessedness of
the weight of your presence
Tables beautifully set
The hour to walk
Graciously to the banqueting house
with my lover draws near
For I know the voice  of my lover
It is sweet and sounds good to the ear
I will choose to deafen my ear
to the voice of deceit
Many waters cannot quench it
The fire of love burning deep inside of me
They sit at my doorpost
Liars and defilers
Thinking I'll be drunk
Drunk with the wine
which will carelessly pushed me
out of the chambers
I'll rather be drunk
excessively drunk with your love
The Prince of persia and his aides
Stalk me with vain words
but the sound of your coming
Keeps my heart at perfect peace
My beloved, the sacrifices of your love
I'll overcome
Your love for me is enough
to keep me waiting


#AfricanThoughtsCollections
#Waiting
#JustThisTime
#Not­eToMyBeloved
#WaleToke

I THINK I WRITE RIGHT... Wale ****


Though am not a good poet
and my poem may not sound correct
but indirect it affect....

though am not word bank
but my word still sank
like a plank in the water tank

Then I know I cannot go blank
like the world richest would
not lack money from his bank

The paper cannot be white
like my mama's wrapper
though it is tight for me to write in the night
But I'll go to the light where it's bright
that what I write can be right.

Futility of Futilities
useless toils all ends
Fruitless gathering
Filling up water in a basket
.
.
Soldier go
another comes again
the barrack remains still
.
.
Won't the sea be filled up
despite the constant running of
the river into it
.
.
Eyes not yet satisfied
causing the hand
Into hard labour
.
.
What had been
will always be
So nothing comes
new under heaven
.
.
Quest for popularity
Power
Prestige
All ends a grasping
for the wind
.
.
Peculiar treasures of
royal hands are
consumed and turned
under earth
.
.
Effortless chase
Vain panting
after searching all seems
taking off the creator's hand

#aftermathofthequest
#chasingwind
#outsideHiswill
#waletoke­speaks

Finally the bubbling happiness in your heart burst my feet into dance
#HeartWinks

A cool breeze
crush out
the harsh
heat
Oasis
clouded
the once
dryness of the land
Darkness fades
away in fear
as light now finds
expression
The heart merry
in liberated happiness
Voice of calmness
All these speaks
Silently
Into my hairless ear...

Oh our high land
has carelessly been made
low by our own hands
Our gold are sold leaving
us sleeping in the cold

The comfort blanket is being
removed from our bodies
by the strangers we gave the
opportunity to spend the night in our abode

The ones we had called
in out of the cold had
Wickedly thrown us out in the cold
taking dominance on our gold

Lunacy makes way as brothers
stood against brothers
The hands that were dependent on
by the masses became independent

They fed their mouth to the
brim rather than feeding
the people

People are loosing weight
while their pockets are gaining
weight and strength
They cut off with their own hands
hands that place them in power...

Odd It is!!!
Abomination!!!
For the sun to burn a son born
Born of a son that causes the sun to bow
Am a son born

I'll be backsoon