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The Puppeteers’ Play

They share the world as if it was their own
Carving borders into flesh and stone
A puppet-show with power strings
While we dance to the songs their greed still sings

Bomb Iraq; and we’ll pay you with gold
Arms in their hands; but the truth stays cold
Blood spills cheap when the market’s right
And war is just business wrapped up tight

Israel rains fire; Gaza is dust
Children in graves; their names lost to rust
Peace is a myth; when profits are high
When nations decide who should live or die

The U.S. cleanses; yet claims to defend
Wiping out cultures it swore to befriend
"Democracy’s coming;" they say with a grin
While bodies pile up and wars never end

Move Gazans to Jordan while they close their own border;
Claim it's for peace; but the lies only grow bolder
Tanks roll in... while they weep on the sand
A homeland erased by a merciless hand

Condemn the oppressed; let the strong run free
Justice bends where the rich hold the key
The world turns away; pretending not to see
As history repeats in hypocrisy

Europe still acts like Africa’s land
Draining its veins with a colonial hand
They take the diamonds; the gold... the oil
Then call us savages lost in turmoil

The UN speaks; but its hands are tied
A lapdog wagging by the West’s side
Condemn the weak; let the strong go free
Justice depends on the powers that be

And Africa.... oh Africa; blind and bound
By leaders who sell their own for a crown
They bow to the West; they trade their kin
As long as their pockets are full within

Brothers at war; sisters in pain
Divided by greed; yet we’re all the same
No love within; no unity found
Just fighting for scraps on bloodied ground

Muslims labeled as terror’s face
A billion souls reduced to disgrace
A single man sins; the whole faith is blamed
But when others do worse; they’re never named

Fear is currency; power the game
Divide by color; then set it to flame
Black or white; it’s always been
A sin to lose; a crime to win

Haemophobia; don’t let the weak survive
If they bleed too much; they’re cast aside
No care for the sick; no love for the poor
Just numbers rising in death’s own store

They speak of peace with sharpened knives
They shake your hand; then steal your life
A world on fire; yet they pour the fuel
And laugh while we fight like mindless fools

History repeats; the cycle spins
The puppets change; but the play begins
They share the world; they take... they own
And leave us lost; blind and alone.
They say love’s a river; soft and wide...
A tender tide; a gentle guide
But heed me well; O foolish heart;
For love will tear your world apart

It starts with whispers; sweet and light...
A fevered dream; a stolen night
You build your castle; stone by stone...
Yet wake to find you’ve wept alone

Their words like silk; their touch like fire...
You drink the lie; consumed by desire
You trade your will; you bend; you break...
And still; you give; though much they take

They hold you close; they make you whole...
Then twist the knife into your soul
They promise always; never leave...
Then vanish fast; no time to grieve

One moment gold; the next is rust...
Love’s gentle hands will turn to dust
It lifts you high; then lets you fall...
You beg; you crawl; it takes it all

You drown in silence; choke on pain...
You watch them love; yet not the same
The heart once cradled; held so tight...
Now tossed aside; stripped of its light

Through nights of war and days of doubt...
You search for love; yet live without
A battlefield of scars and ache...
Where one must lose for one to take

And still; we chase; though love deceives...
Like autumn trees with falling leaves
We give; we burn; we fade; we learn...
Yet to its fire; we still return

So fall in love; go chase the dream...
But know the cost is more than it seems
For love’s a dagger; gold and bright...
That sings of joy; then steals your light
Jan 28 · 28
MAP
MAP
I traced the lines of us on my skin
Each curve; each edge; where we begin
A path we carved; through joy and strife
A map of you; a map of life

You were my compass; my north; my guide
The star I followed; the tide I’d ride
But somewhere along; the course grew strange
Your heart withdrew; the map began to change

Through deserts of doubt; through rivers of pain
I searched for the way; to find us again
Each turn a memory; each mile a scar
I chased your shadow; but you’d gone too far

The mountains we climbed; the valleys we crossed
Now feel like a dream; in a world I’ve lost
Your voice was the landmark; your touch the sign
But you left me adrift; no longer aligned

Still I kept searching; though the ink had blurred
The promises faded; the paths deterred
For even if lost; I clung to the trail
Hoping my faith in the map wouldn’t fail

But maps can deceive; and hearts can betray
Love’s navigation; can lead one astray
I gave you my all; my treasures; my seas
But you let me wander; left me on my knees

Now here I stand; no map in my hand
Learning to walk; to understand
Some paths are lessons; some trails unwind
And the map I need; is the one I design

For love isn’t found in the stars above
Or in the terrain; of a deceitful love
The compass I seek; isn’t tethered to you
It points to myself; to a life that’s true

So I’ll draw new lines; let the old ones fade
Chart a course; from the mess we made
And though you’re a chapter in my cartography
The rest of my story would be written by me
Jan 24 · 33
Hunm
One unruly truth about this life we tread
Where whispers gather when backs are turned instead
is that.. people, family, friends; a familiar tide
Ganging up behind; where shadows hide

They spew their tales; this and that they claim
Calling you reckless; tarnishing your name
Your flaws they tally; your worth they erase
Blind to the battles you silently face

They know not the weight your shoulders have borne
The nights you’ve weathered; weary and worn
Through storms unyielding; you’ve held your own
A fortress of will; though often alone

Seven-tenths of your life; you've poured in the figh
To carve your essence; to chase your light
Yet the world ignores the strength you’ve shown
Focusing only on seeds you’ve not sown.

But let them speak; for their words can't redefine
The man you've built; with courage as sign
Through trials unspoken; your heart has grown
A testament etched in struggles you've known

So walk unshaken; let them chatter away
Their judgments fade; but your truth will stay
For the worth of a man isn't found in their view
It's in the resilience of building you
Jan 20 · 36
Ah do
Yes, I’d love to tell you that I do
And I'd love to make you my boo; without further ado
Through fire and ice; we’ll see it through
A love reborn; both bold and new

Your touch ignites like morning’s hue
A blaze of passion; fierce and due.
No shadow falls where your light grew
The world revolves; yet rests on you.

With every step; my soul imbues
A rhythm synced; to love’s own cues.
The storms may rise; the winds may bruise
But I stand firm; I cannot lose.

Your voice; a symphony that woos
A melody that soothes
In its every sound; my heart pursues
A paradise that love renews

You are my calm; my ocean’s muse
The anchor that my life won’t refuse
Through highs and lows; no way I’ll choose
A path without the love we fuse

The stars above could never outdo
The fire in you... so fierce... so true
You’re rare as dreams that fate construes
A masterpiece in human hues

And if the earth should break in two
I’d face the end with only you
For every vow; I’ll bid anew
Forever bound in love’s review

So yes; I’d love to tell you that I do
For all I am... begins with you.
My heart’s resolve; no force can skew
Eternal love... life’s greatest coup.
Jan 19 · 27
Wordsmith
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.
Jan 18 · 34
Black Rose
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.
Jan 1 · 35
2025
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.
Dec 2024 · 50
Love isn’t for me
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
Dec 2024 · 45
All to you
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
Dec 2024 · 27
That Guy
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
Nov 2024 · 29
Chains of Freedom
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.
Nov 2024 · 26
The cry of the hungry
In the land where the sun kisses the soil
Where abundance once sprang from honest toil
Now hunger prowls... like a restless beast
And famine mocks every hoped-for feast

The yam barns are empty... the granaries bare
The fields once golden... now stripped of care
Scarcity spreads... like harmattan dust
A bitter curse... on a broken trust

A goat tied too long... will chew the rope
But here even ropes... can’t kindle hope
The people cry... their stomachs hollow
Yet promises are all they’re forced to swallow

Once we planted and reaped with glee
But now our labor feeds misery
The crops have shriveled... the rain's gone dry
And government officials just walk on by

They gather in chambers as grand as a king's
Sipping their wine while the poor eat sins
With every policy... they widen the gap
Burdens doubled... a sinister trap

The river that forgets its source will run dry
But these leaders have turned a blind eye
Their roots forgotten... their hearts turned cold
Their greed devours the nation’s gold

Let me tell you about Mama Folake’s plight
Who toils from dawn until the night
Her palm oil business used to thrive
But now she struggles to keep her family alive

Her son Ade once bright with dreams
Now sees the world in muted themes
No school fees paid no books in hand
The future crumbles like dry sand

The lizard that nods in the sun has seen things
Ade nods too but only hunger stings
His mother tells him to keep the faith
But faith alone won’t fill a plate

Inflation is a thief that robs unseen
Turning Naira to paper hopes to dreams
A bag of rice now a tale to tell
The average Nigerian lives in hell

And yet the leaders play their charade
Making policies like poorly sewn trade
One week it’s fuel the next it’s tax
They strip the people while lining their sacks

The monkey sweats but its fur hides the tears
Behind their smiles are our growing fears
They draft decrees in ivory towers
But down below survival sours

The streets are loud with unspoken cries
The markets echo with desperate sighs
Bread is a luxury... meat a dream
And corruption runs like a poisoned stream

When the bush burns the grasshopper loses its home
The common man is left to roam
His sweat builds the mansion he’ll never see
While the rich feast on his misery

But oh dear land even the night must end
Even a bent tree will someday bend
A story is told of a bird in flight
Who fell to the ground but found her might

The people will rise their voices clear
Their strength forged in pain year after year
For the drum that beats the loudest will burst
And the people's anger will quench this thirst

The tide will turn the tables will shift
And justice will rise from this rift
The leaders may build walls high and wide
But the power of truth they cannot hide

The land will heal the barns will fill
The laughter of children will light the hill
And as history writes this bitter song
It will mark the day the hungry grew strong

No matter how long the night the dawn will break
And justice will serve what greed could not take
So let the tale be told far and near
A new Nigeria will soon appear
Nov 2024 · 54
LONE BOY
Wake up; it's a sleepless night darling
Wake up; feel the darkness hardening
Lone boy; put your boot on; and stop snoring
Cos no aid is even coming from the sky

Lone boy; seems no one cares about thee
Lone boy; they're blind to what you'd be
No, no, they don't wanna hear that story
Stand up, no one will tell you sorry

Wake up; it's 6am in the morning
Stand up, sey you hear that tummy yearning.
Wake up; No help is really coming
Just words, hypocrisy and fake promise...

Lone boy; everybody's just watching
No love; they 'ont even ask why
They don't see... that your path is dark and thorny
It's Lone world; so they're quick to judge and pry

Oh love; you still care about these people
Those ones that left you stranded and tied
Broke ya and left you standing on the steeple
Wake up; from their mountains of lies

Lone boy; it's been a rough road from the kickoff
No love; it's all pain and strife
Lone boy; see they'd never understand you
So hold on to your ugly-dear life

Lone boy; everybody's just evil
No one; will wipe those tears from your eyes
Oh boy; you think they love you from the prequel
No love; you've been a pawn from the start

Wake up; call your father, call you mama
Wake up; this might be your last try
Call your friends; call your sisters and ya brother
And brace yourself to bid them bye-bye
Oct 2024 · 51
The Cry of Africa
In the heart of Africa... a tale unfolds,
of oil and gold... diamonds and coal
riches untold... of lands turned cold.
Our soil, a treasure... deep and vast
Yet stolen by shadows from the very past.

Corrupt leaders sit... on lofty thrones
Trading futures... for foreign loans.
They dine in luxury... in gold arrays,
While the people suffer... lost in haze.

The streets are weary... hope is thin
Promises broken... time and time again.
They speak of change... with polished lies
ELÖFÖKANBALÈ... now, our tensions hyped
While poverty stares... through our hollowed eyes.

Politicking thrives... in power’s game
A cycle of faces... but all the same.
The ballot's a joke... the votes erased
Democracy trampled... justice displaced.

The Europeans came... with flags unfurled
Promised progress... but pillaged the world.
From diamonds to oil... they took their fill
Leaving nations hollow... against their will.

They drew the borders... stole the grain
Fed on our sweat... left us in pain.
Our forests felled... our rivers bled
While leaders watched... their pockets fed.

We were taught to be cowards... so we tucked it in,
"Ranti omo eni t'oun sey"... know the child of who you be.
A will passed down from fathers to sons,
To bear the chains even when freedom runs.

Silent we stood, our voices withdrawn,
Like trees in a storm with roots undone.
"Ẹni tó bá dáké, t'ara rẹ́ 'aba daké," they said,
But how do we speak when our spirits have bled?

We were told to bow... to lower our crown
"Be an ọmọlúàbí, dâkê or face the frown".
Yet, in the quiet... there’s power untapped,
In the silence... our future is wrapped

We couldn't win them... so we blend in,
But deep inside, our fight will soon begin.
For now, we rise... refusing to fall.
The courage they silenced, we’ll answer its call.

Leaders of tomorrow; they said it aloud.
But tomorrow never comes... though the promise was proud.
We grew in the shadow of words never true
Waiting for the day when our light would break through.

But the future they spoke of remains out of reach,
A dream deferred by the ones who preach.
"Your hope 'd be renewed"... we were told
Yet they keep us chained in the stories of old.

But now we know, it’s in us to rise.
To break through the lies and open our eyes.
The leaders of tomorrow are here today,
No more waiting... no more delay.

For the time is now... the fight is ours
We’ll claim our strength... our hidden powers.
We’ll lead our own path... let our voices run,
Because tomorrow's promise starts with the rising sun.

Africa's spirit... fierce and bold
Refuses to be bought... Refuses to be sold.
In unity... we'll stand and rise
Reclaim our land... beneath clear skies.

For this is home... where ancestors rest
A future brighter... when we stand our best.
No more chains of greed or lies
Africa will soar... when her people wise.
Oct 2024 · 49
Teacher
In halls where wisdom softly swells,  
The teachers toil through endless bells.  
Their voices craft the future’s song,  
Yet bear a burden far too long.  

With steady hands; they mold the mind,  
But justice still; remains unkind.  
They ask for fair; yet walk alone,  
Their struggles silent; rarely shown.  

For every soul they guide and teach,  
Their own ambitions fade from reach.  
But in their hearts; a fire stays bright,  
Through darkest hours; they guard the light.  

They stand as towers; tall and strong,  
Though wages small; and hours long.  
Their dreams may bend; their backs may break....
Yet still, they give for others' sake.  

The chalk-stained hands; the tired eyes,  
For others’ futures; they will rise.  
And though their needs are cast aside,  
They press ahead; with quiet pride.  

Oh lift the teachers; hear their plea—  
The ones who shape eternity.  
For every life they’ve helped to steer....
We owe them more than words can cheer.  

But hope will come; the day will turn,  
When teachers get the due they earn.  
For in their hands; tomorrow lies—  
A future bright beneath the skies.  

Let’s praise their work; their tireless fight,  
For in their care; the world finds light.  
Give them the honor long denied...
And walk with them; all side by side.
October 1st, a day of claimed pride,
Nigeria's independence, a partial stride,
From colonial chains, we broke the mold,
But subtle bonds remain, our progress to hold.

The masters left, but their systems stay,
Institutions rigged, to keep us at bay,
Economic strings, pulled from afar,
Our resources exploited, like a scar.

Foreign powers meddle, with hidden hands,
Influencing policies, that grip our lands,
IMF and World Bank, with conditional ties,
Shackling our growth, with debt's disguise.

Our leaders, puppets on a string,
Dancing to tunes, that aren't their own sing,
Corruption thrives, as they line their pockets,
While the masses suffer, in endless pockets.

The Biafran war, a tragic, ****** stain,
Unaddressed wounds, that still remain,
Resource control, a contentious fight,
Between the haves and have-nots, day and night.

Our oil, a curse, or so it seems,
Foreign corporations, with exploitative dreams,
80% control, a staggering fact,
Leaving us with crumbs, from our own act.

But still we rise, with resilient hearts,
Demanding true freedom, and a brand new start,
For a Nigeria, where all can thrive,
Not just the privileged, but the masses alive.

We'll break these chains, of neocolonial might,
And forge our path, with self-determined light,
No more indirect rule, no more hidden hand,
Nigeria will rise, and take her stand.

With education, we'll empower our minds,
And shake off cultural imperialism's binds,
Our history, our culture, we'll reclaim,
And build a nation, where all can proclaim.

With infrastructure, we'll build our base,
And attract investment, with a steady pace,
Agriculture, manufacturing, and tech,
Will drive our growth, and make us connect.

With resource nationalism, we'll take control,
And ensure our wealth, benefits our soul,
No more exploitation, no more deceit,
Nigeria's resources, for Nigerians' feet.

With regional cooperation, we'll unite,
And challenge external dominance, with all our might,
ECOWAS, African Union, we'll stand tall,
And forge a continent, where all can enthrall.

Our nationalism, will foster pride,
And self-determination, will be our guide,
Civil society, will demand change,
And hold our leaders, accountable to range.

Nigeria, arise, and claim thy place,
Among the nations, show thy face,
Unshackled, yet enchained no more,
Nigeria will rise, and forever soar
Sep 2024 · 54
Dead Butterfly
Once, a delicate dance, a fluttering heartbeat
A gentle soul, that made my emotions meet
But now, a hollow silence, a vacant space
A butterfly's wings, forever still, in this place

In my belly, where love once resided
A grave now lies, where joy has divided
The whispers of warmth, the gentle hum
Are silenced now, my heart is numb

I recall the days, when colors shone bright
When laughter echoed, through day and night
When hope and dreams, took flight and soared
But now, they're lost, forever adored

The butterfly's wings, that once took flight
Now lie still, in the darkness of night
I search for echoes, of a love now gone
But find only shadows, where joy once belonged

In this emptiness, I search for a sign
A glimmer of hope, a heartbeat's rhyme
But all I find, is a hollowed space
A butterfly's grave, a love's forgotten face

My heart yearns for the warmth, the gentle touch
The love that once was, the memories we clutch
But like the butterfly, it's lost its way
Leaving me with nothing, but a faded ray

Time may heal, but scars remain
A reminder of love's fleeting refrain
I'll learn to let go, to release the pain
And find solace, in the love that remains

The butterfly's death, a metaphor for my heart
A symbol of love's fragile, delicate start
But even in death, beauty remains
A memory of love, that still sustains
Sep 2024 · 53
Beyond the shadows
In darkness, I dwell, where shadows roam
A world that's turned cold, leaving me to atone
For sins I didn't commit, I wear the blame
A heart once full, now but a hollow frame

When the going gets tough, the tough get going
But I'm stuck in the mud, with no way of knowing
If I'll ever find my way, out of this darkest night
Or if I'll be forever lost, without a guiding light

Lonely streets, I wander, lost and forlorn
Echoes of memories, forever torn
From the depths of despair, I cry out in pain
But the world just moves on, leaving me to remain

When it rains, it pours, and I'm drowning in sorrow
A heartbroken soul, with no tomorrow
But still I hold on, to the hope in my heart
And pray that someday, we'll never be apart

Poor in spirit, rich in sorrow's gold
I'm trying to rise, but the weight's growing old
The struggle's real, the pain's all too true
But still I push on, though my heart's breaking in two

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
But what if the lemons are bitter, and the sugar's decayed?
I'll find my strength, in this fragile frame
And I'll rise up, to reclaim my name

I'll turn the tables, and make a brand new start
Leave the heartbreak, and the tears, in the dark
I'll find my voice, and I'll scream to the world
That I'm still standing, though I've been unfurled

So let the world turn its back, let the darkness descend
I'll find my way, through the shadows that never end
For in the depths of struggle, I'll find my voice
And I'll rise up, to make some noise
Sep 2024 · 55
Odyssey of Self
In the depths of despair, I bled for the masses
A martyr's cry, echoing through the passages
I gave and gave, until my veins ran dry
But in the end, I realized, I had to ask myself why

The world didn't stop, it just kept spinning round
Leaving me in the dust, with a worn-out crown
I thought I'd find solace, in the love I'd share
But it was all a lie, a facade, a snare

I tried to find my place, in the grand design
But it seemed the more I gave, the more I'd decline
My heart was pure, my intentions true
But the world didn't care, it just kept on moving anew

After all the sacrifices, the tears, the pain
I realized I had to be selfish, to survive the game
For in this world, only the strongest prevail
And if you don't put yourself first, you'll forever fail

So I rose from the ashes, like a phoenix born
With a heart of stone, and a will to scorn
I learned to love myself, to put me first
For in the end, that's the only way to quench the thirst

Of a world that takes, but never gives
A world that chews you up, and spits out your lives
So I'll wear my armor, with a heart of gold
And I'll survive this world, with a spirit that's bold

I'll walk alone, through the dark of night
With only my shadow, as my guiding light
I'll face the demons, that once held me down
And I'll rise above, with a heart that's renowned

For I am the master, of my own destiny
I am the captain, of my own soul's sea
I'll navigate the waves, with a heart that's true
And I'll find my way, to a place that's new

So let the world, with all its might
Try to bring me down, and ***** out my light
But I'll rise above, like a star in the night
And I'll shine so bright, with a heart that's full of fight

I'll embrace my flaws, and my scars too
For they are a part of me, and my story anew
I'll learn to love myself, with all my heart
And I'll never let the world, tear me apart

I'll stand tall and proud, like a mountain high
And I'll never let the world, make me ask myself why
I'll know my worth, and my value too
And I'll never let the world, make me feel blue

So I'll keep on walking, through the dark and the light
With my head held high, and my heart full of might
I'll keep on rising, above the pain and the strife
And I'll find my way, to a brand new life
Aug 2024 · 77
Hypocrite
An earthworm with stings
Devil's accomplice
Soul and spirit filled with greed
Your heart is where injustice breathes
Your skin bleeds filth and gilth
Your mouth breeds lies and deciet

And yet, you walk around as if you're the best of men
You rich men pet!
Your justice flows where luxuries glow
In term of unfairness; you're the GOAT
If not for the guns and puns you control; I'd take you for a joke

You ought to protect...
but brutality is what you project
curating mess... here and there

Bribery is what you transgress
Corruption is the only friend you caress
Your law only works on those with less

You claim to be the masses' friends...
But Nay! that depends
If you ain't got those fatty cheques
Your evidence is inevident

Don't you have a clue....
that your family is ashamed of you
petty thieves are only afraid of you...
because of the tools you use
Bandits think they're better than you
Kidnappers claim you're their closest dude

Hunm; mother earth sigh for you
Even the sky cry for you..
The devil even bleeds for you
And humanity grief for you..
Jun 2024 · 76
Saddle Point
Sitting lonesomely by my window side...... reminiscing my past
Watching cluelessly how many days have passed...... since I felt alive

Oh, these woes I can't outgrow, how can I grow
Lost in my soul's black hole; I can't find home
I've been forever tadpole; I cannot toad

Minds troubling
The thoughts are popping in
Pestering me
The voices creeping in; telling me... pick your pen
You've been silent for long; ... be a man

You're a master of your arts
Let go of the stuffs in your heart
Script out your woes in rhymes

But hey; what should I write about
Is it how I'm bough; with stuffs that I avowed
Or times that I'd bowed to a sect that let me down

Should I write about my misery
The mystery that I've been living-in
Family feuds, trauma and horrifying history
Wounds of the past, I wouldn't try reliving it.

Should I write about my downs and downs
My wrongs that's wronged or downs that's downed
The hurts that's tucked; or the ones cried out

Hunm; thoughts are plenty; but my pens arent penning
Fams and folks; I don't have any

My words are fluffed; but I keep on pencilling it
Too many errors; so I keep on stencilling.

The lines aren't lining; I'm lost in the verse
It's like the earth 'd outline me and shipped me to Mars
****, the weather is harsh
Would I even survive

I feel.... sea-bounded
At this point, the map seems boundless
The compass spinning pointless;  the anchor creaking mindless
Road endless; they can't even found us

But what could I do; all I feel is defeat
Floating apsidal; now that I'm drown in this bridle joint
If only I could; Rewrite this gumming script
Maybe it wouldn't be titled... the saddle point
Jan 2024 · 119
People
People need people
People meet people
Then people support people
And people love people.

Then suddenly, people meet new people
and forgot the old people
**** on old people
Called them old people
Paint them rogue people.

People praise people
Then next, they malign  people
Yes, they hate people.....
they have designed sequel
Jan 2024 · 84
I pray
Lord I came to thee.... weak
Tired and sick.
Lord I'm down on my knee..
My palms stretched wide... praying for your bliss.

I've sail through the turbulent sea
in search of treasures buried down deep
Trekk the earth from peak to abyss
Yet my trials never seems to have yield.

I've drank from the elixir of sinful pleasure.
and stole from the box of forbidden treasure.
Yet the things I seek, never seek me.

Can't even fathom the places that I've been
Life seems lifeless; can't comprehend my being
Eyes swollen from the troubles I've seen

Responsibilities bough me to the knee.
Friends getting tired of me.
Family laughs at my irresponsibility.
A joke of a being; that's who I be
Or maybe that's who... they dim me fit

Lord, I pray
Cos only you can stop this rain.
Create me anew and make me whole again
Take away this pain and fill me with hope.
Pave me way and lead me through the road
In your Name again, I pray...
Aameen.
Dec 2023 · 130
Broken
Save me from myself
Save me, I need some help
Save me from my soul
Lord, my heart is filled with holes

Save me from my feelings...
Lord save me, I need some healing.
Staring at ceiling
as the thoughts starts to creep-in

My heart trembles in pain.
mind struggles for sane.
My spirit.... tears my souls apart.
as I tried to find some meanings to my life.

Quiet and less-brutal... I fight this battles.
I feel frightened when my mind gets idle
And anxiety almost settles in
as I tried to conquer... the demons within

Brain in fatal contraption
Heavy and sleek like an improper fraction.
Friends gone, loved ones forlorn
Thinking how, when, where do I get it wrong
Dec 2023 · 342
Freedom
Freedom is the most overrated wants of life.
People crave freedom more than 3² meal.
They would do everything to taste that freedom sweet

Yea, they want to be free.
They want to do that, they want to this
They want to have fun, go places they'd never been.

They want to be free... from pain and agony
Free from stress..... making real their fantasy
They want to laugh and hence fill their cheek...
with rays of smile brighter than halogens

They want to talk, they want to see.
They want to breathe without oxygen
They want to chop life and do crazy things
They want the freedom to live eternity

Freedom yes, that's all you need...
Freedom to rule; freedom to be king
To run the street before the lights turns green

Freedom to loot, freedom to steal
Freedom to **** without questioning

Freedom they say, is the peak of everything,
Well, so they think
But what if I tell you bro
Freedom as it is, is slavery pro
Slave to the gold, slave to the doe....
Slave to a life thats not your own

Freedom is the reason 2pac was shot.
Freedom is the reason humans life gets short
Freedom is the reason why after 63 years of independecy
My people will **** for a chance to flee abroad.

Freedom is bad, yea, freedom is crap.
We all slaving to life's goodytrash.
So, I guess you can choose that freedom instead
Cos' to be real..... freedom is bitter sweet.

But afterwards, what do you get... you find yourself swinging in the pendulum of slavery to -slavery fro.
A pendulum that swings you to that 6feet hole.
Nov 2023 · 117
People yay
People say....
This and that without thinking straight.
People chase....
effortfully till they meet dismay

People crave
For more than need-to-be-take
Then people play
and pray.....
for fun-filled days... and creamy cakes

People late....
Always wanna be on time; please don't keep em wait
People wake.
Quit dreaming great while still awake

People stake
Their heart for miragelike castle in Spain
And next, people create.... this messy space....
For their desire to proliferate
Without realising they're turning snake

People behave
irrationally farther from being sane
Shamelessly... you know.... "without feeling shame"

People change
One minute they're here, the next, they're on another space
People stray
Entangled by their emotions in disarray

People lie... and stylishly  deviate
Oh, I meant to say "sway"....
away from righteous way

People hey
Life ain't got "Yes" or "Nay", the answer's "May"
So, people Yay
Keep straying though one day you may find the way
Nov 2023 · 129
Men
Men
Amazing men
Ever-blazing men
They go through dens
To meet those ends

Yes, I tread with classic men
Men who defend... those with less
Not them... who lay in bed
Till the clock struck ten

No, not every men
Just friendly men
Cos' men with messy heads......
I don't trend with them

I'm talking non-breaking men
Not lazyish men
Men whose hench....
's to fend off fiendish fiend
Oct 2023 · 477
When do poets fall in love
Poets fall in love everyday
It might be with the sun; or even a tiny ray.
It might be with the stars; or the clouds as it turns to rain.
Or maybe the morning dew as it springs down from the seventh sky

It might be with the way... the pen and the note make beautiful love
Caressing every inch of its sheets; moaning at its ink-filled touch.
Making beautiful baby poems with rhymes and rhythmical style

it might be with the way....... the autunm kiss the twilight moon
Or as the honeybees sinks its stings on the petals as the flower bloom

Poets fall in love with every gift that nature gives.
Chaos, pains and heartbreak arent enough to make em weak.
Sep 2023 · 112
Under the Autunm Tree
Can I ask you if
You would have done it to me
If I wasn't weak

No, I guess the real question is this...
How does it really feel
to be in love with me

Am I a joke a being
Or maybe some playing thing
to fill some empty reels

Have I ever being....
taken seriously
Or maybe the words I speak....
are just some fallacy

Is that why you flee
and leave silently

Have you ever think...
That this shattered part of me
will ever bind to its piece

Do you even believe
That this rageful heart I keep
will ever find its peace

I thought we were the king and Queen
That this love kingdom needs
I the petals and you' the bees
to produce ah honey sweet

Do you feel I'm a kid
or maybe a thoughtless being
living in fantasy
For writing this poetry

Why'd you keep me in shack
And let pain bleed me dry
When you leave me behind

Whyd you feed me to sharks
And then you leave me to cry
even if it would lead me blind

All I know is this
I will continue to keep
this rages I nurture within
Till you come set them free

I hope one day you will...
maybe come back to be
my ever-blazing peace

And if it never come to be
I'll brace myself and script...
beautiful poetry
under the autumn tree 🌳
Happy New months poetry lovers
Aug 2023 · 381
Ayinke
Ayinke mi, eleyinju aro
Your arms comforts me... like ēka iroko
your eyes... so colourful like rainbow light
and your cuticle smiles.... gives ah heavenly sight

Nibo lo wa, Ayinke mi owon
Omo to rewa ti o la 'bawon
Our heart has been intertwine to one
So living alone suffocates my lungs

What else could I have hoped
Luxuries and gold, don't want none of that
The doctor said I've been diagnosed
And ife re nikan lo le mu mi lara da

Ayinke mi, igbawo lo' made
If you want me to, I'll forever wait
Cos you're worth more than okuta iyebiye
I'll spend all I have.... mi o ko iyekiye
To make my heart' the home you forever stay
Aug 2023 · 100
Stay
Be it sun; be it rain
Be it fun; be it pain
Be it blur; be it plain
I'll be the shade where your worries lay

Just like flowers and them bumble bees
And like fire accompanied by wind
Or more like the sun makes the farmland green
You are my ribs; my source of energy

What's a poetry without a rhyme
a stonefish without it's spine
Shapeless and boredom with prosy lines
That's how'd be with you out my life

Be it night; be it day
Be it shine; be it gray
Be it aye; be it nay
My love will stay... till forever fade
People judge...
too much
But that doesn't mean people are just....
too wrong

Their judgements are base....
on the part they see.
But stuffs they see....
might be far from real

Aye "my Gee"
Their judgmental course....
can't be processed at court
Yes "my lord"....  
The court hearing has been adjourned

Okay, okay...  
Let's state the fact
Judgement is a tact...
That weak people use...
Words misconstrued
to make others confused

Well, that could be truth
Most people do.....
Judge from words told  
by them jury folks

Lies they contrive
And then they connive
to spew and judge
Tittle-tattle stuff
That's far from their scope

The next you see
is... you're being abused,,,
Sorry, I mean accused....
of being this and that
with their judgemtal dart...
pointing at you

And at the end of the day,
You're the one who'd be paint
As the the badass mate

Hunm, that's deep  
But if I may ask
Are you...
being accused  
Or wrongly judged
By someone ***?
Not really that
Just thinking out loud
Aug 2023 · 437
Why oh why
Too many whys
Running through my mind

Like why o why
Do we live our life
Searching for things that never wanted to be found

Why do we shy....
away from our real purpose in this life

Why oh why
do our Politicians lie
Telling us things will be fine
beguiling us with few cups of rice
Acting like we the people blind

How oh how, do they expect us to thrive
When the only thing they subsidised....
is our faces filled with joyful smiles

Why do they connive
to bring sufferings to our lives
with the politicking vice they devise

Why do fathers die
Living their kids orphaned

Where are the real mothers and Wives
When wishy-washy women keep tiktoking their pride.

Why wont our elders understand
That the life we in now is different from the past

Why oh why
Is it so hard to find
Someone to keep close to our heart
When all they do is t mess up our mind

Oh why Oh why
Do our youth put on guise
guise of lies' just because they want to survive

Why do our boys sell their soul all for that luxury life.
why do our girls dress bare; to impress and advertise.

Why do our clerics keep weponising our mind
Building partition in the name of the most high

Why do those terrorist thinks they're doing it right
When clearly tis not jihad

Why oh why
Won't God listen to our doleful cries
Forgive our past; filled with sins and crimes
Guide our leaders right....
and liberate us from the powers that victimise our lives.
Aug 2023 · 109
Black Roses
What would you choose
Love or cruise....
Option one or two
or things you do... when no one looks

Would you rather have fun with love...
than love with fun?
Would you go eschew....
when the condition turn askew

What's your idea of cool?
A handsome dude... with a cherry look...
Or the luxury type, with fast cars and phat yard too

Would you rather use and spew
People you're bounded to
like they're just a cue... in your game of pool

Guess you're not confused...
Or are you... puzzled....
by the terms I used
The words I used are a factual proof... that I'm from terror schools

What is your point of view
Or the nonconforming proof
that things you do....
is yes... the truth

When reality knocks' with its factual hook
Would you stay aloof
Or rather give-in to your conscience coup
Dear Wordsmith
Where have you been?

Have you forsaken your art
or thy art has forsaken thee

Where now... do you keep?...
the words spiralling in your head

Those words you ****** to me
Every time you're sick, lonely and weak

Have I moved from being your favourite girl
to your long-forsaken ex

When last was it you pick your pen
and make me ouch like it's first time *

Scribing those words; tattooing my skin
Fantasising every bit of my whim

Did you not miss my kiss
Those goosebumps we feel; when we scroll through each other's skin

Why have thee forsaken thy art
Has anyone broken thy heart
Has your world fallen apart

Is it family feuds or country's nukes
thats rampaging your being from deep within

Just tell me; I'll be' the comforter I've always been
Dust your chin up and get back on your feet
Please don't abolish your dreams
No, you mustn't fall apart at the seam
Apr 2023 · 163
Come sit by my fire 🔥
If you're a philospher; a deep-thinker
A Richard Cypher; I mean a truth-seeker
A teach-er; whose thought linger...
on spaces farther
farther from higi-haga
Or some silly wishy-washer
If you belong to this division; holla; let me see ya

If you are a dreamer; an uprighter
A sleepwalker; a future teleporter
A fine writer; a real rhyme slayer
A hoper; a believer; a true-preacher
If you're a realer; come sit by my fire
Mar 2023 · 103
LonE PoEt
Witty writers with wishy-washy writes
Rhyming everything that comes to em mind
With every beat that cross em heart
Uncertainty and confusion though surround his live
Struggling to revive his injured vibe  
Like autunm tree; they think he died  
Poor and ugly; they paint him black  
Couldn't find love, no, he couldn't thrive  
Beauty shred but he still survive  
They even named him "the brokest ***** alive"  
 
But see, words has always been his spine  
His greatest ally when troubles arise
When the moon, the sun and the earth collide  
And the sky is tiled with a scary clime  
Clouding his heart, eclipsing his mind  
poem brought smile with its lines as guide  
So if not for rhyme, depressions could've ruin his life  
Writing to him is what oxygen is to the heart
Feb 2023 · 106
Anxiety
Dear Me,
I know your esteem has been trampled on
I know your boots' pervaded with sharpened thorn
your dream; shattered and your heart grinded to atom

everyone you love has either hurt you or more
And when you needed them is when they did abscond
Taking away your joy; departed... never to return

Emptied and depressed, your very being..s.. forlorn
Your emotions boiled and your feeling toyed
Those psych smile are a true sign that you are deformed

You tried to be strong; but your brokenness can't be restored
Your mind and heart doesn't seem to get along
Your soul quaver and your spirit mourn
But your face gets paler at the sight of those you adorn

You've done your all to be more in this world
You've loved and loved, and you've been loved times and more

Though you're dying now, but you're bound to be reborn
in the heart of those you truly love, you'd be martyr when you're gone
Feb 2023 · 104
Without you
Can love and hate coexist in a single being
Can a heart halved in pain and peace maintain its rhythm still
Can the angel without its wings sour through the galaxies

Can there ever be a Eve, without Adam's rib...
Can there even be a me without thee; my zephyrette
With you; right by me, I'm a quadrillion times complete

Only you have the combo of beauty and brilliant mixed
And like the settling sun garnish the beauty of the autumn leaves....
You lighten my path from the nooks to every whim
Feb 2023 · 113
lonE writEr
I write because I can't
be alive without my rhyme
My mind are so sporadic; I act like I'm ah psychic
My spirit's so Islamic; but I rhyme like I'm fanatic

I love like I'm ah nerd
And I was treated like crap
My thought got too dynamic; so I script like I'm an addict
Till my world got tore apart
Feb 2023 · 149
Without her
What's a man without shelter
flower without petal
Veiny wing without feathers
A bee without its nectar

How do I live without my igniter
Power, strength, lost forever...
Like a piano without its pedals
Iron-man without body-metals

Without you; I'm emp-tied
Like a sealed envelope without a letter.
A congruent angle without bisector
An aircraft that's lost its vector

Now how do I tell her
That I can't survive a second....
Without your embrace; my zephyr
No shield: no protector
Just living helter skelter
Feb 2023 · 121
Thoughts
It's 1:00am in the night
I closed my eyes
but my mind seems hesitant
My soul seeks for a place to hide
But my spirit acting irrelevant
A devastated hurtful heart
Beating backwards every time
each beat comes a little late and with questions?
'Like how and why?'
'did you not cry?'
'Why is thy eye?'
'Filled with tearful smile'
'is your tear sack dry?'
'From those hurtful trials?'
See, I'm in love with you
And my feeling's true
But the vibe isn't cool
And dude don't have a clue

Yes; I'm most confused
Don't know what to do
how to pass it through to you
And how you'd take it too

You could call me fool
or a nincompoop
But I'm just afraid I won't
wont be loving you
like I wish I could

Want to talk to you
But my mouth goes mute
and my legs too; glued...
When I wanted to

Boo, my heart is bruised
And it cuts me through
That I'm not loving you,
The way I wanted to

If I only knew
How to love you true
Maybe the sky will once again be blue
Maybe you'd love me too
I admit it
I admit my mind hasn't been stable
I admit my story 's full of fables
I admit I feel disabled
Cos' I've got nothing to bring to the table

I admit I haven't been responsible
And my mind and my heart ain't compatible

I admit I haven't been good
A victim of family feud
I admit I haven't stay truth
Or maybe I'm just being misconstrued

I admit that I've hurt the people that love me
I admit I've loved and in return I'm hurting

I admit that I'm weak and weary
And I almost give up; nearly
Dreaming feels like nighmare; scary
And surviving feels like warfare; deadly

I admit I haven't been myself lately
There's no Yes or No, it's just maybe

I admit my past 's filled with commotion
I admit I've got lingering emotions
I admit I almost took the potion

I admit that I am a loner
And most times I buried my head; feeling sober
responsibilities man had to shoulder
Hoping tomorrow it'd all be over

I admit I'm a lover boy
and I love; 💘 right to the core
And I admit that I'm filth and poor
I wish I had been more

I admit to all the accusation
I admit I'm a bad association
I'm guilty of all the offence
Now you can throw me off the fence
Nothing seems to interest me these days
Neither reading nor sleeping
Even writing seems tiring😫,  
Talking to people seems exhausting
And socialising too'..... boring
Food most especially; all taste the same
And hunger unusually doesn't feel like pain
Movies and games even..... couldn't keep my brain at bay

See, most times, I just get weak,
tired and sick
And sleeping on its part, doesn't come with ease
The future too; seems blurry to see
Knowing that nothing is promised to be
Knowing we could work as hard as we need.... but still nothing achieved
Knowing our destiny and dreams could go unfulfilled.
Knowing that our end result could be nothing but filth
Knowing that the promise land is nothing but myth
Nov 2022 · 170
Beauty
Love, Love, love as you feel
You don't need approval, you're perfect a being
It's all within you, the love that you seek
You are a definition of what cutie could mean
Forget Aphrodite, you're the goddess of beauty to me

And you are brilliant with the most pleasant sight
You are the most beautiful to ever grace earth
You are the apple of God's own eye
See, the stars you admire merely reflect your light
You are to me; what words can't define
Oct 2022 · 138
Dear Mate
Dear mate
Do not make the mistake
of rating yourself as being irreplaceable

Remember,
humans' thoughts,
Their words,
Their love,
is still changeable

And your affection
your compassion,
your love...
in their heart... tends to be degradable
What do you want from me?
Affection, love,.... care, support
Protective shield, or skydiving wings
My heart, my soul... or my existence at whole

How do you want me to be?
A lover that listen, or the one that speaks
I could be meek, sing if it'd give the peace you need
If it appease thee, I'd be ya puppetie

What do you want with me?
To be your light when darkness creeps
Your autumn leaves when you're lonely and sick
Or that bright petals that beautify your leaves

What do you want to do to me?
No, you don't have to speak
Want to grab my arm or throw it to shard ?
Protect me from depressions and this self-harm?
I guess not....
Seems I was wrong... all along

But why can't I have a proper love?
Love that last and never leaves crack
Love that mends and never bends
Now, I'm back to where I was
And my emotions gone,.... lost, forlorn
Child, oh child,
What have you done to the world
That they treat you like a prodigal son

Why do they rebuke you this much
Your art dirt and burn
Your heart hurt and torn

Child; oh child
Prepare your heart for battle...
And your mind for war
Prepare your body for the hurdles...
And your spirit for worse
Be strong and know what is what

Child oh child
Do not shiver, do not cry,
For the trying times will soon go bye

Child oh child
Your past seems cursed
Present... tossed
And the future feels blurred
But there'd be clear path after the fog

Child, oh child
do not whimper, keep your head high
Spread your wings and take to the sky
deck up the ship and hoist the colours high
For the wavering sea will soon change tide

Child oh child
Dont give in; its just a trick
Loosing isn't defeat
No!, you're not even weak
They'd try to break your hinge...
But hey; don't even flinch
You're all that you need

Child oh child
Fret not, God could hear you sobbing
Fret not, his goodness is coming
And since the earth is still revolving
Fret not, salvation will come knocking
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