My heart is as heavy as bulkdozer
It had no any spiritual fertilizer
I felt great guilt
My sins back me to continual wilt
The claim of christianity
had banished because of my iniguity
I can neither look inside the Bible
nor stand confidently in the temple
If only once or twice
I would ve been Christ's vice
Though God is merciful
but he punished David in bountiful
David committed a single sin
Compare a din like me that sin every min
Sin is my best breath
Breath not of life but death

Yet if I forsake my wickedness
like Zachaeus,His faithfulness
endures from generation to generation
As the heaven is far from vegetation
So is His love for human
He need absolute humility from man
The waving of water
lily indicate
The God's love to open the heavenly gate
If I put my hope out of his love
what will be my glove?
Who has soft heart like God?
Every *** unlike God has heart of rod
He merciful makes my heart to leap
even when I behave like sheep
His over mercy keeps me alive
Home through i will arrive.

I've tried to flee from lustful thought and act.
The thought of sexuality,the thought of lust.
My flesh is mainly made for it,that's fact.
In ***** bed,the pleasure of mine trust.

Though fear of God still ring in heart of mine.
Like sheep against a lion, I'm weak,
to firmly stand and work God's vine,
but rather I remain a ****** freak.

But worker often get his wage,mine's death.
An eternal punishment of mine is hell.
I need to change before I take my last breath.
I'm now determined to be heaven's dwell.

I'll settle down and
learn from Jesus
Christ,
who lived but flesh
of his,he sacrified.

Come close my dear son
Listen to what wisdom says
People may hear your words
But they feel your attitude
For action speaks
Louder than the highest voice
Words are empty drums
That makest a stormy noise
But contain nothing in itself
Even if your words are rotten eggs
But your attitudes is well furnished
People will surround you
They will kiss you from sweetest lips
They will place your position
Above the majesty and governors
You will be an apple
That ****** their eyes

So,my son,do not oil your words
To earn honour and praise
Do not mask yourself
by your sweetest lips
Everyone knew that words can't represent the heart
She only speaks for one's interest
But attitude is the mouth of the heart

Therefore my son,be wise
Follow what wisdom advised
Do what makes you happy
To your fellow being
mind your behaviours and deeds
For people may hear your words,
But they feel you attitude.

The best of bards is back
Holding a poetic pack
Returning from exile
Where for a scorpion while,
He buried pen in graves
And sang his songs in caves.

I,a buried,single seed
Repr'senting a silver bead,
Which undergoes a mould,
And was change into gold,
My pen,my seed,both died,
Jaded,my sweet-fans cried.
Forgetting life is death,
And death,a living breath,
A guitter cannot win,
Though quitting is not sin,

The best of bards is back,
Holding a poetic pack.
Come out to watch,to see,
His ink, as if a sea
Flows quietly a-towards,
The way to move forward,
His word is honeybomb,
This pen,a real pipe-bomb,
Will bombs all darkened heart',
Which cause it to depart,
From evil and offence.

So,are you seeking truth?
Is life not walking smooth?
That you awaits to find
The doctor of the mind?
Are your days not nice?
Are your wages poor price'?
Do loved ones cheat on you'
Do your soul suffer boo?
Do you suffer a curse?
Just calm your nerve because,
The best of bar is back,
Holding a poetic pack.

O flesh! how much you've lured me into sin.
You built a block between my God and I.
You stole away my grace and strength therein.
Your pretty pleasure  want my soul to die.

You proved superior to my own desire
Desire of mine's to see the face of God
but you denied my wish and wished me 'fire.

Though acts of yours  are sweet to carry out.
Though making love is sugar to myself,
but seeds of yours inside me must come out.
I now reject your sports and you, yourself.

My body's temple of the Holy Ghost.
I'll turn my body into holy host.

Mountain has been firmly fixed.
Its content were metallic mixed.
Its known to be
unshakable
to move it,no one is able.
But with determination,its certain
that I can move the mountain.

NECO is nicknamed trouble.
WAEC is its double.
It is impossible to come out with flying colours
in Maths and English,the saviours.
But with daily reading,its certain
that I can move the mountain.

Heaven is such a nice place.
With light lightening from God's face.
No sinner can enter there,even as sin rule us here.
But with faith and love,its certain
that I can move the mountain.

We are in a country.
Where people receive suffering from hungry.
Kleptomaniac hands steal with pistol.
Survival rate is so little.
But with honesty,its certain
that I can move the mountain.
Lust is common among boys
even with the brave and the coys.
Each desiring a girlfriend
that will put their life to end.
But with focus,its certain
that I can move the mountain.

Have mercy o the Light
for our thought is evil at your sight.
Our hearts are always on adultery
and our minds are full of idolary.
Have mercy on us
and wash away our sins by the blood of Jesus.

Have mercy o Lord
on the people of the world for our word.
Our attitude speak stupidity against you
instead of good example for others to view.
Our words are immoral.
Not realising our souls are immortal.

Have mercy o Saviour
for our enjoyable bitter behaviour.
We had done what is evil at your sight,
therefore losing our quality of bright.
We behave like a mow.
Please don't remove your sow.

Have mercy o God of perfect mission
for our great ommission
you urged us to love one another
but we hate each other
forgive us and give us direction
so that through it,we shall gain salvation.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
From a long journey.
Without I feeling the love of wonder.
That mother gives which sweet like honey.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
It is my pleasure,
we behold each other.
For you are my treasure.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Come in and have a  seat
so that I may tell you  what I suffer'.
In your absence  
father gave me bitter beat.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Your present provide  joy
rather than that of  father
who don't allow me to enjoy.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Father is not usually at home for me.
He became a feather.
The next Colombus to be.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Hear the pain I went through.
In your absence, I stayed lonely under
this roof like a refuse long threw.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
I stayed long without a friend
to communicate and play with rather
my life came to an   end.

welcome welcome my dear mother
i hope you will not travel again
in any kind of weather
so that my joy will
sustain.

It will be all right on the night,
though it had a bad background.
It will be all right on the night,
though hopeless today sound.

I've been a sinner.
I have never lived in light.
My faith is getting thinner.
But it will be all right on the night.

My animals died of disease.
My plant suffered blight.
My wealth daily decrease.
But it will be all right on the night.

Manner of friendship change.
My friend intend us to fight.
I can't change this strange.
But it will be all right on the night.

All chicks are in hidden house.
Above flies hungry kite
to spare nothing even mouse
But it will be all right on the night.

We are in a
community,
where the might trample on mite.
I knew the rich have inhumanity.
But it will be all right on the night.

I am the worst bard.
Common lyric,I can't write
even when I tried hard.
But it will be all right on the night.

I never had chance to be great.
Luck is unseen wight.
All moment were filled
with regret
But it will be all right on the night.

I was not born with name
My hand writes poem without theme
A novel without a tittle
A play without any character
A letter without address
A film without action

This is a free style
I was born with computer
where we write as it please us
A poem without stanza
A novel with no sentence
A play without scene
A letter with no message
A film without visual

I am not Shakespeare
you will never read in meter
I am not Wordworth
you will never hear rhyme
I am not John Donne
you cant get love and religious themes
I am a modern poet
you will get nonsense

I am the best bard
that enjoys excess licence
Any sentence I put on paper
should be call a proverb.

I am the laziest poet
that write fallacy in feeling
I will die with no legacy
I will never dream of nobel prize
nor will ANA award comes into my mind
My arts are for only this century
no one will remember my name
This is a free-style.