I am the architect of words; a verbal alchemist
Weaving rhymes so seamless; they transcend the mist.
Each syllable I sculpt; a diamond refined
A tapestry of thoughts; the rarest you'll find.

I'm the new age sage; a Shakespeare upgrade
A timeless cascade where brilliance is displayed
A wordsmith supreme; with verses tailor-made
Crafting lines so sharp; they never will fade

I breathe life to letters; make the mundane explode
A master of the metaphor; I decode and reload
Each stanza’s a canvas; each rhyme’s a parade
I'm the poet’s renaissance; a legend relayed

Call me the maestro of metaphorical streams
Painting galaxies with phrases; birthing vivid dreams
I don’t just write; I orchestrate the dance
Where letters pirouette; and verses advance

My rhymes? They're symphonies; a lyrical parade
Each line a crescendo; each stanza handmade
From assonance to consonance; I command them all
A linguistic juggernaut; standing ten feet tall.

Wordplay is my kingdom; I reign supreme
Turning mundane musings into a poet’s dream.
A "pen-dulum" of passion swings in my hand
Carving worlds on paper; so vast and grand.

Alliterations align; acrobatics of sound
Echoing brilliance that knows no bounds
Oxymorons meet paradoxes in my prose
Like fire that freezes... or a thorny rose.

I rhyme “time” with “sublime;” “fate” with “elate”
Bending reality until it resonates.
Similes sparkle; metaphors ignite
Illuminating truths hidden in the night.

With enjambments that leap like gazelles on the page
I trap fleeting moments in a golden cage
Quatrains and couplets; free verse or sonnet
No structure can limit the fire I’ve lit upon it

My poetry’s not ink; it’s elixir divine
Distilled from the stars and bottled in line
The cosmos itself seems to pause and bow
To a poet whose craft transcends the "now"

So let the critics come; let their whispers swell
I am a bard with tales no tongue can tell
For in my veins flows the muse’s decree
A master of words; eternally free.

Yes, she says...
She swears by the moon; the stars: the sea
Her love as endless;.... as eternity.
She paints her words... in colors so bold
Promises spun.... like threads of gold

She’d fight the storms; she’d face the night
Trade her shadows for his light...
But when the world catches a glimpse
The truth unfolds... the story limps.

And when you take it out to the open
You see her vows were softly spoken.
She only wants to be adored
To hear sweet words... like "You’re my reward."
Never chose him… oh no, not him
She only wants her cup to brim.

She seeks the warmth; the tender embrace
But not the man... just his grace
She craves a crown; a throne; a scene
To play the queen; not to build the dream
or better still; not with him

And yet.. he stands; so blind... so still
Believing in love, against his will.
Hoping the one who holds his heart
Would heal the cracks; not tear it apart.

But love; my friend... is a fickle game,
A fleeting fire; a whispered name.
And I hope you'd find; the one you'd love
Someone who soars your soul above.
Someone who'd walk; not just be carried
Someone who’d stay; not just get married.

But if you search the skies and the sea
Let me confess; it won’t be she
For she is the shadow; the fleeting muse
The bittersweet note in a heart you’ll lose.

Be humble; but don’t let your spirit be dimmed
Wear pride like a crown when the odds have been skimmed
Be clever; yet know when to play the fool
Break a few rules, but don’t forget the school

Be righteous; but wickedness too has its day
When kindness wanes; let boldness lead the way
Be the shepherd; but sometimes join the flock
Walk with the crowd; yet let your dreams unlock.

Be hopeful; but learn when to let dreams go
Fight for what's right; yet embrace the ebb and flow
Be kind-hearted; but guard your soul’s embrace
Give no room for pretense in life’s vast space.

Be polite; but roar when the world is unkind
Play it cool: but keep a wild heart aligned.
Be wise; but remember, life’s jesters play too
Dance to the beat, and once a while let chaos renew.

Be everything; a sage; a mosaic of the true
Yet in all your layers; remember to be you.

Oh; how long it’s been
Since I wore a grin
Should I let love begin
No; maybe it’s sin
Or love isn’t for me

Oh; I can’t believe...
how heart deceive
With words it weaves..
yet love won’t cleave
Guess that love for real.... ain't meant for me

Oh; how dreams delay
A hope in grey... that fades halfway
I kneel and pray
But love won’t look my way

Oh; how pain persists
A fleeting kiss... that slits the wrists
Each joy resists
Because love won’t come to me

Oh; how time’s a thief
It steals relief... and leaves only grief
A brittle leaf...
that bleeds and bleeds.... and yet won’t let me be

Oh; how scars can sing
Of bitter springs.... and broken things
The joy they bring,...
Proves love’s my enemy

Oh; how truth reveals
The masked appeals... the hollow deals
My fate it seals...
For love’s not meant for me

Oh; how hearts can break
A tender ache... that feels like fake
It’s all a stake
But love won’t set me free

Oh; how I hope one day
These shadows will fade away...
As light breaks through the gray
And love will find way to stay

I'll be good to you
My spirit; my soul
Silver and gold
My body awhole
I'll give 'em to you

Tell me and I will do
Sing or dance
This or that
Write or fight
Anything you want me to

Break or bend
Just say when
Day or night
Wrong or right
I'll be here for you

Rain or shine
Your burden's mine
Truth or dare
Anywhere
I'll walk the path with you

Through fire through cold
Young or old
Weak or bold
Heart or hold
I’ll give my all to you

Say the word and I’ll move the skies
Catch your tears before you cry
Build a world; tear one apart
Just to see you heal your heart
And know my love is true

When you fall I’ll lift you high
When you’re lost I’ll be your guide
Darkest nights or brightest days
I’ll hold on through every phase
There’s nothing I won’t do

So take my vow my endless flame
No need for riches wealth or fame
With every breath I’m bound to prove
My soul was made to love and move
To give my all to you

They call me this; they call me that
The *******; the rebel; the one who won’t crack
The scarred; the forlorn; the apathetic guy
The one who speaks where silence falls flat
Turning the void into lyrical chat

Yea I’m that guy
Who’s used and abused but still finds his track
Who’s bruised and battered yet always fights back
The scars on my soul are stories I own
Proof that I’ve lived and never bowed alone

I’m that guy; who dives into storms
Finding the rhythm in chaos and forms
The poet of pain; the bard of the streets
Spitting out truth where silence competes

Yea I’m that guy
Who questions the lies and rewrites the past
Who builds with words what’s meant to last
From broken dreams to skies untamed
Every verse I write I sign unashamed

I’m that guy who wields the pen like a sword
Cutting through noise; a sharp vocal chord
The lover of love the fighter of wrongs
The voice of the voiceless in unsung songs

Yea I’m that guy
Who’s knocked to the ground but refuses to break
Who gathers the pieces that others forsake
The pain in my heart becomes fuel for my fire
Each step I take lifts me higher and higher

I’m that guy; who lives in the ink
A rebel who dreams who dares to think
From soaring heights to the gutter’s embrace
I map the world with a poet’s grace

Yea I’m that guy
Who’s used and abused but still finds his track
Who’s bruised and battered yet always fights back
Writing the day and rewriting the night
A New Age Sage; yea I’m that guy

Hold up
Don’t talk
Or the grim reaper will steal your voice.
Words turn weapons stripped of choice
Next you're in cuffs
Bound and subdued
Dragged to halls where fairness is skewed.

“Arise my Lord” the bailiff calls
But justice has crumbled within those walls.
Judged for truths you dared to say
Now silenced tossed like waste-away.
In the jungle of law where power preys
Your rights dissolve in a smoky haze.

In the heart of the city beneath neon lights
Lies Mide a dreamer who fought for rights.
He raised his voice against the pain
Of inflation... of hunger... a nation insane.
He penned his words in the dead of night
Hoping his truth would spark a light.

But morning came with a knock at the door
Boots and cuffs slammed him to the floor.
They bound his wrist... they dragged him out
“Traitor!” they screamed while neighbors stood about.
He turned his face to plead his case
But silence met him... a cold embrace.


Freedom of movement? “Stay in line!”
They mapped his steps controlled his time
A boy in chains... a life restrained
Each breath he took their leash remained
Once he wandered the hills and streams
Now his world was confined to dreams

Freedom to gather? “Disperse don’t dare!”
His friends were scattered like leaves in the air
They planned to protest to make a stand
But batons and teargas changed the plan
No banners waved no voices rose
Only silence where courage once chose

In the corner of a cell Ade sat still
A journalist punished for wielding his quill.
He wrote of farmers starved for grain
Of leaders fattened by others’ pain.
His words were truth his cause was just
But they turned his ink to chains of rust.

“Freedom to speak?” he thought in despair
“Not here not now not anywhere.”
The walls whispered back with a mocking tone
“You’re here because you stood alone.”

Then came Aisha... a mother of three
Whose freedom to live was no longer free.
Her daughters hungry her husband gone
She braved the streets to beg till dawn.
But laws had changed the streets weren’t safe
Her plea for mercy was met with hate.
“Move along you can’t be here!”
She clutched her child and hid her fear.

Thrown to the dirt
To the lowest apex
A nation’s soul reduced to reflex.
“Tame them!” they shout
Strip their will
Turn them into Mummies... something still.

And when all... is said and done
Who cares if they’re dead or gone
Their freedom to live to love to fight
All stolen beneath the cover of night.
Their screams are echoes lost in the haze
Drowned in silence forgotten in days.

But beneath the silence embers grow
A fire stoked by those who know
That even chains can’t bind the heart
And broken voices still have a part.

For Mide’s words will rise again
Aisha’s tears will spark the pen
Ade’s ink will flow with might
And their silence will roar into the night.

No freedom to speak no freedom to write
No freedom to live no freedom to fight.
But hear this now beneath their might
Even silence can ignite.

One day soon the tide will turn
And the flames of truth will brightly burn.
The people will rise their voices bold
Breaking the system that left them cold.