Adesumbo

Adesumbo Sep 2013

Feel the strengths of vein that hold the whole of your neck!
A life of loose you live on believe
A hope, a Faith even when you barely know a god.
****** juz be like:#OluwaIsInvolved

Your father owns an Estate, even a country built in Gold
The #Street remains a #Paradise
You'll wanna go, even if you have to be named #Devil
You drop your #Pride like it never mattered
To gather a better world
Where you'd be worshiped as #Boss

You chase a #Bigger dream that the oldest in your family won't dare.
Rub-in all pains that attaining #LandNeverPromised would wanna bear
You #Focus , patiently hoping for what is never #Certained
You #Beg your 'Luck' more than the rate you beg your #God
To meet the #One that would bring you the #PayDay of no accountable #Duty
#Legitimacy becomes the most irritating Slogan you'll Cause your brethren that ever utters.

Authority, a #Foe that would stop you from dressing #TooLoud,
Anything you ever #Wished links way back to #Money
#MoneyMustBeMade the only #Pledge that keeps echoing in your brain
A #Brain that works only to unlawfully take from the token of a #Brother

With the #Vengeance-filled mind of eradicating Poverty that denied you of a better #Background,
When you have a #PayDay, you still long for a million more
In a better fold that could last you many more #Lifetime
Then, you pick back the #Pride you allayed for a while so #Long
Now reflect that part of you.
That part, you rebuked a #RichYoungDude earlier on for
Or the #Angelic one you would ever love a #Philanthropist for

Remain on the #LowestKey for 'a now's ' while
To be at the #HighestKey, even under the deepest ground
And keep your #Brain more opened than #YourEyes
While you make the only thing that keep you going as #GodBlessTheHustle

Adesumbo Jul 2013

*******Victorious Victoria**********

And now the Cameras roll
Right now, it all ends
Ends to open another page of Survival Roll
All criteria thoroughly tends

It started like a fallacy from a courtship
Her parents ways, a clown to laugh over
Then, she was born to race over STARSHIP
Her dreams, she has only from, to the Tower

Many slumps, very many slopes
Obstacles of provoking attire that will make u purge
Or thoughts of the fact that many ways lead to Success Rope
Signature to the highest top she always forge

So many a night she lays to starve
With an Ocean of needs to **** she's got to serve
Boring lectures that summons all way home
Way, only way that leads to a future not necessarily tone

Now she's got it
Pains of countless hours have brought it
The happy faces she savored have got it
To be carried to the spot of stars she's beyond it

The sweats oF the start have turned Blood
Bloods of the first taste of hard-start have turned bones
The bones that refused to break carry this flesh that looks you
You are the victorious Victoria the trumpet should praise without due

Adesumbo Jul 2013

Adios Amigos

Keep it on, even when its off
My memory runs with time
As it sleeps like paraffin
Like aqua Monster, it splashes in fins

What is life?
Is it not in vain?
Without you Amigos in Heaven
No paradise seems much better than Hell

I built my world amidst the thorns
In their 'giantise' they strangle me in pieces

Its gone now, but its **** afresh
Its short though, but it now run in my veins
Written in the Sky
Only two eyes would

Its blue in my heart
But better remains Green
it remains in my dreams
I forgot it makes it grin

Adesumbo Jul 2013

"Just For The Rain"

I didn't have the wrist of Osundare
Nor the tongue that speaks Wole Soyinka
Yet, my anthology is not up to a Canto
Not until I make for you a Bible, ahead stretching Water

I lingered through the facets of beauty
A million turning a second up in my head
Nothing, no one soothes the burrow like the sky crying
No touch is so tender like the blow from Mama nature

Can you you feel the Lullaby she sings on the Roofs?
Tell me! Does your Mama placate so tender to lure you to sleep better?

A drop triggers a race,
Its menial calls for buckets
Her late stay claims furnitures of ages

A flow of bliss that built Eden here
In her pour makes Marmaids glitter
Puts the smile on Cutlasses and hoes
As more pockets surely would smile

With no paint,
Brightly, she paints the sky Grey
Your Ex-GF would wanna stay more Late
Make sure you didn't make it rain, else, you are in soup!

Adesumbo Jul 2013

CALYPSO GOT IT RIGHT

A part is torn
A bunch is meant
A glory forgone
Greets Posaidon, beckons Athena

Memory begets Umbilica
But eyes forsook Six feet

Bring it on to break it
Break it through to live through Haides

I skip through Rubicon
I trampled on my ego
Just to say 'hello'
But, it all blinks in mellow!

Adesumbo Jul 2013

SUCCESS...

That's why your Mum would want to treat you much better
Your siblings be glad they shared your womb Your enemies go shoulder-high claiming they dix you
And your beloved, believe you are the best in an Ocean of choices

No eyes wanna see how RED your sweat is
No ear would listen to your groans
Won't they have told you to quit if you've gone to seek their tongue?
They despise you as you crawl and grumble towards ahead the leader

No Angel carried you to fly when you started
Devils serves you Tea to dim your heart as you Taxi for the race
Its just you that picked the Mustard seed to name you Great
The only journey you see the end from the beginning remains the way

No other way leads to Paradise except the Hell
No one, but you and yourself tells you to be a SUCCESS!

Adesumbo Jul 2013

ZERO...

Oh! What a pity!!
The mighty man of memory
A earth to be looked up at, to recollect
A coffin that lives for Billion generations

He started like any other Egg
What a Workaholic being of history
No pin he ever got bears his name
From many arms, he leave to mouth

Here comes promotion, the word of life
A week for him to climb the stairs
He started preparing like a Serious dead would do
Burnt candles like Bare-footed garment men would do

Organised personal vigil like Oyedepo would choose
Just to climb a bit higher
And all went a six days
On the day to Hecky-Torky

Prepares like a chef would have chosen to cook for the Lords
Spares just a little hour to answer the nature

At the end of the day lays to take a rest
So that it could come just the day

Before the Clock crows
...
...
... He wakes no more

His sweat with him now rules, but six foot below here
Like a Moses, he never saw the Paradise he longed for
A peace rest, the world bid him
Even when he could not wake to say No