Storm;
Rain.
Dirt;
Pain.
I'm gone;
Insane.
I could feel dessert in my vein
Terror running through my brain
And I see the fleet and the heat reversing my aim
Defeat;
Fell.
The flit;
Hell.
I'm sinking inside the well
But I live like all is well
Brain;
Dead!
My skin is turning to a shell
Mind and soul running to a dwell
The thought
And memory
The fall
And gravity
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves
And all that famous harmony of leaves
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky;
Had blotted out my image and the cries.
But I keep sailing on the deck of the abandoned ship
Maybe one day, I'll find my way, to the top of the hip
Irrespective of the hate speech and sar-donic
Some say I'm doomed like Odysseus and his wagon ship
But I keep levitating my soaring height
Like a moon climbing upon an empty sky
No climate or condition could dismantle me
Like a bat hanging on a drying tree
This language which my dream is written; keep-on baffling me
And there's never being a psyche to analyse or subtitles it
Maybe somebody hid hope and desire; + fear and hate
Under my feet that follows me night and day
Maybe someday my dark heart will at least turn to gray
For this is the price that I've got to pay
To be brave in the face of pain
*
Tears rise in my heart
And gathers in my eye
As I lean to touch the sky
The more I try; more I fall
As I try to blaspheme between the stars
The more I search; more I lost
More I cry; the more I mourn
For my book of fate is about to burn
The path to my dreams is about to u-turn
How on earth will I debug,
This raging fault
How will I erase this engraved dirt?
My skin will burn; my flesh will hurt
Though my dreams are dead but I still live
I shred my strength to breath; but I still breathe
How I wish to be with him (my dream) under the six feet
How I wish I got a deadly flick from this street
Then, I decide to take a walk through my district.
To rid away the thought from my instinct
Ironically, I walk majestically and peep at everyone I did meet.
And I think that how would it be
If I wasn't bred to slum filled with big filth
Then I shake my head
And I said.
How could it feel?
To live without being seeing
To live like a god in my thought
To live poor but humane in my hut
To live in this world without being hurt
To pass through enemies plot without being caught
The abhor and foe won't want me grow
Let them go to space and stop me glow (the vibe, they don't)
So I don't feel abice with their songs of hate;
Malice and rage.
I have worked hard
And at this juncture I cannot ******
That tears I've shed were because of fear,
The kick I took that deafened my ear.
Eventually I became this child of steel,
Hard as a rock, with no tender feel.
I became immune to the blows to my head,
As the tips of my welts slightly bled.
The pain, it faded and my heart grew weak,
But as my body grew stronger, I became this freak.
It teaches me from wrong to right.
My rage grew strong,
And even against the world,
I won't take a flight
I stood to fight

I know I'd probably get hate comment
But your words cannot create torment
It's just like the way people these days stare at my hair
And I won't even care; as if it doesn't ring a bell
You know; sometimes I wonder if it's possible for someone's brain to be paralysed
That's what I feel anyway; about those who call themselves sarakites
Sometimes I wonder if some youths' mind has been contaminated with the society mayhem
Maybe their master has brainwashed and re-brain-feed them
The so-called buharist too; makes me sick
With their overhyped appraisal for a political freak
they sees their master as saint; and anybody who don't support
's gotto be corrupt
The whole concept of this district makes me weak
It's just a different story of a blind man and his stick
But this time; the white-cane controls the blind man's brain
Just like the white folks controls black man's aim
The sheep now controls the shepherd
The goat rule over the leopard
How do you expect me to praise someone who's got nothing to offer
I'd rather be an orphan
Than being a ripen fruit of a corrupt family tree
Never a slave; I was born to live free
I'm not a puppet of a political faction
I can only lease fraction1/2 support of a political action
Because unlike them clueless fool
I am not a useless youth
Who will abandon his roots and fruits
And start praising some political occult
I am not a political tool
Who engages in spreading counterfeited news
About how the president is a fascist
I'm not an agent of hate-speech
How can I support leaders
with zero point agenda
When poverty is the only completed government project
When political opponents poke-nose in civil servant protest
Why will I vote when I know my vote do not count
Corruption, our newly designed flag
Poverty is our special kind of rain
Our skin covered with grey and black paints (instead of green and white paints)
Pain, pain all over and over again
Now; let us pray
Oh Lord; please do not forsake
Please intervene
Do not let our country stray
To the youth with lighten sane
Receive brain in Almighty's name

So, they said;
You want a better country?; pay your tax
You wanna make heaven?; pay your tithes

You wanna be rich?; you should work hard
You want a better life?; fill-in your gaps

You wanna stay safe?; be quarantined
If you don't wanna die hungry; go outside

Sometimes you've got to use your head
Not what the preacher said
Or lies that the government tell

Wake up; there's no warmth in the morning
Wake up; just the cold on my skin
No love; just the echoes of the silence
No hand ever reaching within

Wake up; is there anyone who's listening?
Wake up; I’ve been crying without sound
Oh love; I have begged beneath the ruins
Still no soul is ever around

Alone; alone... no one’s coming
Alone; alone... just the rain
Alone; alone.... can you hear it?
The sound of a world gone vain.

Wake up; see the riches getting richer
Wake up; while we’re sleeping in pain
No love; just the stares of empty people
Who pass by again and again

Wake up; see the silence in the alleys
Wake up; there's a riot in the valleys
Oh love; all the hope is now hollow
We beg; they feast; we starve and follow

Wake up; every window shows a banquet
Wake up; but my table stays bare
Oh love; they don't notice we're still hungry
Just pity in the way that they stare

Wake up; where's the fire for the freezing?
Wake up; where's the bread for the pleading?
No love; just the chains and the taxes
We're ghosts in gold-plated palaces

Wake up; I've been shouting from the alleys
Wake up; but my voice is too weak
No love; when you’re poor and always broken
You’re too tired to even speak

Wake up; does the system ever shiver?
Wake up; while we drown in the river
Oh love; they pretend they never knew us
With lies they lace; then blame and sue us

Wake up; there’s a child beneath the lamplight
Wake up; he's got tears in his eyes
Oh love; he was born into the struggle
And taught early how to survive

Wake up; little boy; keep your distance
Wake up; they despise your existence
No love; just a knife in the lecture
Grow old fast; but learn to play lesser

Wake up; see the men who hold the power
Wake up; they don’t bleed like we do
No love; when your pain is just statistics
And your home is a cold avenue

Wake up; see the rich in their towers
Wake up; they consume; we count hours
Oh love; when you cry; they call it drama
But we bleed truth beneath the trauma

Wake up; there's no hope in the system
Wake up; it was rigged from the start
Oh love; all they gave me was a warning
And a crack right through my heart

Wake up; it’s too late for redemption
Wake up; still I whisper this prayer
No love; but I walk with all the lonely
And I hold them in the air

Wake up; all the streets are still burning
Wake up; but the world keeps turning
Oh love; if you feel like you’re drowning
Just know; you’re not alone in frowning

Wake up; I’m a voice that’s been hidden
Wake up; from a world cold and ridden
No love; but I still sing for the fallen
For the ones who rise when they’re crawling

Wake up; they designed us for the aching
Wake up; every smile could be faking
Oh love; if your soul feels forsaken
You're not weak; just too often shaken

Alone; alone... no dawn is breaking
Alone; alone... just the night
Alone; alone... are you still waiting?
Or have you drowned without a fight?

WANDERING HEART

What should I ask from you Lord?
I don’t know how to pray
How do I fall in love?
How will I treat my sane?

Take my bruise and pain away
Take me to a better place
Cleanse my path before I stray
Lord, do not let my dream facade

In the land of the lost, that’s where I roam
Wandering alone looking for greener land
Lord, let me witness the feeling of being at home
Before my heart and soul depart

Love is what my heart is yearning for
Hate is what this earth shows me
Friendship, relations, I don’t need more
But loneliness‘s been my closest hommie










Show me the path to love
Save me from this hateful thought
Force me to change my course
Whether I want it or not

Bless me with your grace
Give direction to my prayers
Take me high; give me brace
You know; I’ve always been a scrapper

My needs and wants; only you can tell
Give me a path to trail
Take a look at me as well
Since I have you; I should not fail

Give me life filled with reason
Give my dream wings to fly
Lord I’m crying and I know you’re listening
Bring my hibernated heart back to life

Leaders with their corruptive works
Terrorists equipped with swords
Militants armed with guns
Youth given jobs
To spit hate-filled words
Their pocket is stuffed
with 50 bucks
Their nose 's stuffed
with hyping drugs
Now their runs is on
Houses burned
Street filled with blood
soldiers left to rot
When all the damage is done
People start screaming war
Sure,
we no go 'gree, yea, we will not
Yes because
at the end of it all
innocent 's cuffed
And the real culprit is undisturbed
God! When will all this stop
When will the table turn
What an unbalanced world

We lied we need change
When all we feel is rage
For the government we create
Who don’t feel shake if the economical price inflate

We lied we are happy
When we hide in the bathroom; crying
We lied we are living
When we are striving for surviving

We lied we are grown
When we are yet to be birth
We lied we are strong
And here we are; paralysed

We lied we are in traffic
When we’re still on our bed dreaming
We lied we are set
When with default setting; we’re breathing

We lied we want about-move
From politics of Jong-Un
From government of John Bull
And parliaments filled with masters of Kungfu

We lied we are in love
When the only thing we feel is lust
We lied we are loved
When the only feeling we procure is hurt

We lied we are loyal
When we lust only after the royal one
We lied we are loyal
And when the ox is gored; we run

We lied we are in paradise
When in filthiness we dine
Stuck in a big mess
Living in hell; but not minding our business

We lied we are responsible
When at the sight of challenge; we flee
We lied we are smart
Whereas we are trickening; coz at the sight of themisticoles; we flee

We lied we are beautiful
When our heart is filled with greed and hate
We lied we are pretty
When the pancaked look on our face is manmade

We lied we are the future
Saying we are the leaders of tomorrow
We lied; saying we are injured
Whereas we’re completely trapped in hollow

We lied we’re from the hood
So no one else to talk to
Coz our lifestyle is not good
And that leaves us in bad mood

We lied we are good
When at the depth of our heart; we’re bad
We lied we are confuse
When we’re stuck and which way? We cant conclude
*
We lied to survive the tide
And from the real part of life; we hide
Tell the truth’ man; be freed inside

And so they asked' bruh
What is love?
And then I said... thus...
Love is an unexplainable trago-chemical curse ******
into your heart leading to a kinda shock
That neither ABC nor CPR can resolve
But instead of dying... you hearts keeps fighting
And instead of crying... your eyes keeps igniting
with lights that's almost blinding
See, what I'm implying....
Is though love strucks like lightening,  it still feels exciting

Pretence, judge, privacy, remorse
Nah, love is far from stuff like such
Love is the brother of loyalty and trust
The great grandpa of affection and lust
Who happens to be the uncle of honesty and Wisdom
And right next to the wall of love
Lives  heartbreak and hurt
Even though they're not related by blood
The same boundary engulfed their hut 🏠

But see, even at detriment of abuse and insult
And when the whole world connive
to bring love distress and strive
True love thrives and survives
All the tempo of life
True love is the upgrade of Love and Like
Yea, I said love and like cos they're alike

Love is immortal; it never dies
Love don't give up; it don't say goodbye
And even if it gets weak; it play back the golden times

Love  attracts enmity; unlike water 💧
But like Leonidas and em 300 Spartans; love don't falter
Yea, love slaughter; any obstacles that tryna taunt her
to Moses and Samson in the bible; Love is stronger
Even box to box; Tyson Fury wouldn't last a quarter

Love don't lie, love don't hide
Love ain't fly, but it touch the sky
Love don't cry; love don't deny
Love don't oblige to picking side
Love don't die; love survive
Love don't sly when bad time arise
Love ain't man; but its arm is open wide
Like clouds up in the sky, love dont lack supply

Love is philanthropic; love don't deal in hate
White or black; love won't discriminate
If you're rich, and I'm not; love won't disintegrate
Love will share with you every grain in its plate
Love is transparent; no tricky games
Love don't give space for hate to lay
Love don't hibernate; it's brain is wide awake
Love don't stray from the right-filled way

Love forgives, love don't seek revenge
Love repent wholeheartedly; love don't pretend
Love don't hold grudges; yea, love dont resent
And when its blood boils hot; it clicks reset
Loyalty and honesty is what love do pledge
Love is trust; love don't set cunning tests
Love believes; it don't need evidence
God is what Love represents

If there 's darkness all around; I can live without the light
If I 'm doing it wrong; your love will guide me right
If loving you was an abomination; I could live with all the shame
No matter how bad you hurt me; I could take-on all the blame
If my poetry could please you; I would spend days and nights writing
Straight from the heart; I 'll start rhyming
That's always my feelings and I keep believing
I never knew that you will deceive me
I couldn't believe; so I keep re-winding it
The scars of your love keeps reminding me
How much I valued you more than the treasure stone
I thought you see my heart as your precious throne
I thought it 'll be forever enthusiastic
You 've being compressing my mind; its now elastic
How will you handle my heart incase its plastic
You rip it out of my chest and threw it at me
I wish it never happen; like it was a dream
How unreal it seems, I felt emptiness like phone without a sim
My insecurities led me to make a vow
How? What am I gonna do? WHAT NOW!
All I see is darkness; a black paint on my white frame
The final whistle is blown' in this life game
I 'll be forever hurt and will leave with all the pain
And all the same; I 'll admit all the shame
•••

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.

Every year; we sing
We're independently free
From colonisation regime
Free
From human-slavery
Free from
Antihuman policies

Impose on we
By em British colony

Free from slavery
to a free-free world
Free from brutality
to a greater course

But when exactly
Will we be free
From the war within

When will we be free
From talks of guns
When will we be free
From wars and bombs

When will we be free
From bad leadership
Coz all I see
is corruptive cliques
occupying governmental seats

When will we be free
From terrorism
territory separatism
Religion barbarism
And tri-balism

When will we be free
From governmental deceit
And societal laws
Made by bribe-filled judge
Whose laws only affects the poor

When will we be free
From godfatherism
And political regime
Where the corruptive folks
Are immune to probe

When will be free
From deadly disease
State of emergency
And economical insurgency

When will we be free
From violent street
Filled with vicious police
Whose only role
is to harass those
Who can't afford 50 naira note

When will we be free

The north is filled
with refugees
victims of terrorism
younger kids
with nowhere to sleep
Roaming the street
Hustling
Trying to get their belly feed

The southeast is the zone
where them militant roam
Armed to the bone
Brainwashed and scoped
By them Biafran folks
Shooting this; shooting that
Disturbing peace and breaking pipe
yearning for separation
of our beloved Nation

And what about the west
Them Wild Wild West
the district where
Godfatherism dwells
Ruthless men
Political theft
And fraudulent youth
Who often get used
By political dudes
Senseless thugs
Whom at the end of all
's abused and dumped

And human-right activist
Who aren't really for the citizens
Political sheople
Misleading the people
The only thing that matters' ah
getting their pocket's fat

I'm not here to preach
But when will we be free
From being brain-feed
with lies and deceit
Most people can't use their head
Yes, unless it is used for them
Most now follow religious leaders
Instead of the Lord
Whatever the preacher says; is right
Yea, he is the man of God

When will we be free
From enchanted beats
Musical *****
That aren't up to feat

When will we be free
When will we be free

Raise the Green-White-Green
And steadily roll the rim
Even though the white seems gray
I believe one day
We'd be chanced to make
This country great again
So let us pray

O God of Creation
Direct our Noble Course
Guide our Leaders Right
Help our youth the truth to know
In love and honesty to grow
And living just and true
Great lofty heights attain
To build a nation where peace and justice shall reign.

Street ain't safe
Home feels like jail
our mind isn't sane
Wrongness always win the debate

Parents killed...
Leaving their kids... orphaned
Kids kidnapped
others shipped to the other side
Students axed; travellers gunned
Markets nuked; chapels bombed

Is this the end of the world or just a mini-war
Our streets are filled with frauds and thugs...
Youths doing drugs...
Girls *****; travellers abduct....
Farmers robbed of their lives and stuffs
Will all this ever stop...

MY country bleeds red
The government' brain-dead
The youth'brain-fed with lies and deceit

The freedom that we crave
Has now turn us to slaves

Slaves in our own home
Slaves to the diablo-throne
Living in a zone' proned to nuke-stone...
thrown through cloned drone
A drone that's homegrown
designed by our own-own

How do we get here
How did our good night rest gets nightmared right on our bed
How do our once cheery face turn teary
Our once feirceful chest' now eerie
A face once filled with cheers...
Now can't stop dripping tears

Where do we go from here...
With whom should we seek refuge
The path is clearly lost
Could this be a curse
Has the God forsaken us

Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here

Where were you when I was down and couldn’t stand again?
It’s hard to eat twice a day and my chick is getting pale
Where were you when I suffered this pain?
Through trial and tribulation; there was no one to pray
When I was offered admission and couldn’t do the pay
You were out doing your thing and you don’t have a clue
As long as you’re cool; you don’t care if I loose
You were a million miles away; I try but couldn’t reach
You were lying on your sofa bed fuming in your sleep
When my sight was filled with tear; and all I see is black and blue
And in my hood I felt useless like a knot without a *****
Now I could see you clear; you’re like a shadow on the wall
That’s how it all started; it’s how our love began to fall
Where were you; I couldn’t reach, all I do is yell
But you were deaf to hear my call; you don’t know how my name spells
Well, I’m getting better; your hurt has made me stronger
Now I’m independent; coz we’re a pair no longer
Oh! Now your heart smashes; your mind flashes
And now you could picture my image in grey ashes
How you make my bone cashes
You belong to high classes
And you threw outta your life like I was just a mere trash(es)

Yea, politics is good
But now it's often abused
by those clueless old dudes
Whose ways are cruel
Cos' the style they choose
and the rule they shrewd
doesn't favour the youth
That's why I choose
to stay my cool
you can call me a fool
or a lifeless dude
I'll just sigh
And afterward... write
about the kinda sheople you are
Just like I am now
about the crazy old clown
who see it fit
to drag me in his filth-filled pit
of political ****
Well then, this is it...
Let me give you a bit...
of my poetic hit.

First; here is my question to you
Who are you?
A branded fool?
A nincompoop?
Or a new-age tool...?
for politicking dudes.

Alright ***
I already got the answer to that
Now, let me ask you this...

Who you be...?
To remotely think
That you can silence me
with your conning tricks

Wielding worthless words
With wrecked worsened world
slewing witty words
Spewing stink-filled spit
That smells like public pit

I don't dine with cocky crew
So, get off my track' ***
I can't deck with you
Cos' I don't roll with people
Who are mentally sheople
And if you refuse to be feeble
You'll get psychologically crippled
Cos where Wordsmith roll
is high like church steeple
far from your scope
and sacred from your evil

Tell me, what do you know about me
Am I just any other guy on the street
Am I being hoody
Or that type of guy that walk around; moody
Am I the type that always tries to protect all
Or that type that loose confidence in front of the projector
Am I that maths-guru that always take all the A’s
Or that computer guy that’s good with symbolic-gate
Am I that proud guy that always put his shoulder’s on
Or that humble boy that’s always scare to fall
Am I that lover-boy which love makes him to change his art
Or that ugly who walk around with half-broken heart
Am I that man who isn’t good with public speech delivery
But write poems effectively
Am I friendly, annoying, stupid, handsome, ugly, optimistic just to mention few
I exist in different dimension; what I am depends on you

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.

I tried my best to be a better man
I do the best I can
But here I am
Hurting everyone around

I try with all my might
To love with all my heart
But they said I'm doing otherwise
That my art is never right

I walk the path of the wise
Write scripts that truly inspire
But all I get is just great torment
Harvested from their hate-comment

I work hard, never disabled
To fend and put food on table
But still I get criticised
And was tagged as "lazy ***"

I try to improve my  profile
Be a better and less-rough guy
But life never permits
Instead; my trial emits afflict'

Family labelled me hellish
Friends tagged me selfish
Haters wish I perish
Neighbours gossips and blemish

I will overcome I guess
But If I ended up diced to pieces instead
By this sharp knife edge
Just be aware; I tried me best
Wish me well

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

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

With you my heart is home
With which brilliance and beauty roam
Where dream is filled with fulfilling hope

Without you I’m broken, leaked, deceased
Call the doctor, plumber, the priest
No amount of troubleshooting can get me fix

With you I’m strong and powerful
With you by my side; I cannot fail
Coz you’re the fuse to light my veins

Without you I'm low on oxygen
Like my life is a leaked cardboard box
Without stars to burn out the void

With you I’m a poet
The whole world knows
For his inspiring quotes

Without you I’m a writer
Struggling to find words
To describe his hoards

With you I’m the moon
Surrounded by sparking stars
Lighting the way through the dark

Without you I’m the sun
Burning with grieve
All that come close would turn liquid

With you I’m a genee
My achievement has no limit
The sky? No
It’s just a stepping stone

Without you I’m stuck
Wandering without home
Lost in the black hole

With you I’m a god
Controlling creatures like joy and rich
All wants and needs are at my reach

Without you I’m a man
Living in a hive
Striving to survive

With you I’m an astronauts
Exploring galaxies
Enjoying life’s fantasies

Without you I’m stranded
Filthy and paralyzed
Tactless and distrategised

With you I’m a blessed soul
Happiness and joy are things I own
Because I’m a star at heart
No obstacles dares cross my path

Without you I’m incomplete
Without you I see nothing
Without you I feel nothing
Without you I’m without me

The woman of my rib
The one that makes me complete
The woman of my dream
My semi; my eve
She’s sleek and black
Fair or partly dark
Tall and slim
Doesn’t need a hill
To bring out the curves of her hips

The woman of my rib
The one that makes me whole
With the heart that gives me home
She ‘d filled my every hole
With the smile that gives me hope
She’s thick and white
Short and fat
Doesn’t need a cream
To bring out the beauty of her skin

The woman of my rib
Is intelligent and wise
Beautiful and kind
Always follows her heart
Doesn’t need a philosophical quote
Before she knows which way to go

The woman of my rib
Is brilliantly tricky
Less like that of Eve
Which led Adam to his doom
She’s a tigress in bedroom
Blessed with ah heavenly womb
She doesn’t need a tattoo
To show that she’s a tycoon

The woman of my rib
Is coy and shy
Lousy and wild
Always putting on a smile
Neutral
Sometimes wrong; sometimes right
Good and bad
All at the same time

The woman of my rib
Is gentle and calm
But she’s the opposite when I’m around
Always lending a supporting hand
Knows her way around her man

The woman of my rib
Has the most beautiful soul
She always has everything under control
She’s the best in every aspect
Doesn’t try too hard to be perfect
Even perfect wished she was her

Woman of my rib
She’s distinctively pretty
Jealoused by the goddess of beauty
Coz her style ain’t tutee
Not too choosy
That is the kind of woman that suits me

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.

Poetry is not about how many words you write
Or how many like you've gat
It's about how right you pen-wised
Who your rhymes inspire
Does it toucheth heart
Does it changeth mind
Of those whose life
Are filled with trial

Does it make em smile
Or at times makes em cry
It's wise to cry; at times

Does it make em fly
And give em vibe
To take another try

Does it make em cope
After a heck of sorrow
Does it give em hope
Of better tomorrow

If you write
Use insight
Write about life
Governmental lies
Societal cry
Their surviving style

And them useless dudes
Who quickly get loose
When they see them proustite
Getting ****

About them use-less youth
Who're striving hard
To make  some dime
About those disrespectful child
And non-caring dad
Who always make mummy sad

Write about things that affects our life
Things that'd levitate our vibe
And elevate our mind
To the future time
When you write
Write what inspire

I was dialoging with this dawg named Paul
And he enumerate to me his school of thought
His adventure and the things he saw
When he was schooling abroad

How some white folks ‘d gather
Holding brown black banner
With the label; “black life matter”
And few time after; they’re all out; wildcatter; like Spartan; screaming “**** black panthers”

I don’t understand their style of prototyping
Stop stereotyping; you decolourized race of white ape dolomiting
I don’t know how being me; being Muslim, being poor or being black dude
Has to do with been shrewd; can’t you just be you instead of been rude

We’re all supposed to be on the same team
With the theme “Self-esteem”
At least in my head
But some people are close minded; and want to see some of our life-mates dead

Here’s something Big_Virge,
A young black man said
“I’m just like you; a human; red blood
With emotions; a moving figure
Why should you treat me; like I’m about to pull the trigger”

Over the centuries blacks have been discriminated
Because of the colour of their skin; we’re getting intimidated
Causing a whole population of human to become sadder
But at the end of the day we all bleed the same colour
So why should what’s on the outside even matter?

Being black, that automatically means you deal drugs
And all the homies you hangout with, they’re just a bunch of thugs
Who play with guns; and are thieves
Who gets chicks knocked up; with their baby and then just leave

Black people are the ones who walk around with sagging pants
The ones who get bullied by the police over suspected suspicion and not remaining a proper stance
If they walk around in the wrong neighborhood it gives that scared white woman a good reason to dial
But really it’s just a good opportunity to flash the blue lights and racial profile.

People say brown kids were born to end war between the two races
But people who are racist at heart, won’t stop their cruel ways
Just because they see more brown faces

I don’t experience racism?
That’s what they think
But i’ve gotten pointed at coz my skin isn’t like milk
It’s kinda like a mixed drink

And being on a low-end? Nope that’s a sin
God forbid us to have what we wanted
But little did they know love always wins

You can’t judge someone because of who they identify as or who they love
If it’s not affecting your life, it’s not something you should be concerned of

Now, Muslims.
I guess we’re all terrorists; huh?
But I guess we judge an entire nation of people
Based off of a few unfortunate attacks and call out the whole religion; duh

If you’re wearing a Burqa, Hijab or Niqob
You get judged
And looked at because you’re an assumed terrorist
Yes 9/11 was a tragic day but we can’t blame all Muslims because of it

People will criticize no matter what
But I can tell you what one of society’s errors is
I am a black and I am a muslim
But I am NOT A ******* TERRORIST

Love has different meaning
To different reasoning
With factors and different reason
Love changes too; just like season
Climate change
Could cause damages
To love sacrilege

Love doesn't care
About your fame and wealth
Your pain and tear
Doesn't make love tear

Those that love for reason
Tends to be miserable
When the reason is no more reasonable
Such love ended up treasonable

I love you for
What you've got
And I love you more
For what you're not

Yea, that's true love

I love your style
Your everlasting smile
The way your beauty shine
Could you, please forever be mine

Well, that too
is true love dude

Though true love is scarce,
But saying "no love" is trash
So, I do insist
That true love, really exist
And so does lies and deceit
So, keep exploring
Till you find someone who adore thee

Sometimes you'd love
And won't be loved in return
Sometimes you'd feel loved
Only to find out you're not really loved
Don't give up
It takes some wrong
Some twist and turns
To get to the right point
At the end, you'd find love

People often ask
Why'd I love you this hard

What they never knew is that;
You were my stars
When the night was dark

You were my angel
When the devil harass

You were my antidote
When life was toxic

You were my backbone
When the goings' gone chaotic

You were there
when others thought I was no good

You were there
when I lived in the hood

And when others weren't so cool
You were my moon

Stayed with me through the dark
When my world almost turn apart
You brought me light
Appease my heart

You were so close to me
When other hide afar

Turned a kid to a man
Completed my half

You were there
when live was a struggle

You were there
when my mind 's filled with troubles

Gave me hope and I believe...
we'll make it through the hurdle

Yea; you were there
in pain and pleasure

You were there
during work and leisure

And so' my dear
You are the one I most treasure

Said you see the world through my eye
Darling; so do I

The helm to my ship
that guide my path through the stormy sea

My anchor and my whilm
that keeps me steady and stiff

You breath peace to my heart; out and inside
You're like nicotine to my lungs

You are my guide when I lost my sight
You are the one true love that I'd long

Like the bandage to the wound...
you heal my pain; and get me rebrand

And when people still ask
Why do I love you this hard
I said to them
You are to me' more than I can describe

There will come a day;
When you'll miss me
And you'll wish I'm still
What you're then; blind to see

Maybe on that day; you'll realise...
I live my best...
As ah honest man
And a friend indeed
Who always lend...
A helping hand...
when in need

You'll get the ploy
That I was a lonely boy
But a caring son
A loyal lover
And a buoyant brother

It will get clearer
That I was a corporate *****
A competent teacher
An original gents
An OG; yes!

You'll understand...
That the lot behind...
That sourful smile...
is a hurtful guy;...
With a vengeful mind,
a toxic heart,
And a thorn-filled path

But by that time,
Maybe my soul would've turn to star
My body... buried down...
Six feet underground
My heart dusted apart
With my deeds to the seventh sky
Where judgement 'd be passed

And then you'll regret
How you treated me
Like I'm just a mess
How you jilted me
Like nothingness
How you tossed me
Like I'm option Z
How you judged me
As a prodigal son
How you lambasted me
Like an outlaw
How you loved me with pretence
and negligence

One day
Yes, one day,
You'll remember me
Like you never did
When I was your everything