When stars die,
New experiences are born,
When stars are born,
Old experiments don't lie.

Excitement at a level,
Pulsing, pulsing...pulsing,
Unable to hold it in,
Bursting, bursting...bursting.

Our love will not fit,
Into your closed boxes,
The laws of gravity,
Can't hold us apart.

They never fail to mix in the sunshine,
Will soak in the rain, even,
Just for a few naira notes,
Will sing and dance all day long.

I'll dress in my sweet tailored tux,
Top hat, walking stick, and all
Smell better than the loveliest bloom on earth,
And have the best time, all by myself.

It wouldn't get to me,
Whatever they said or did,
All were in a bid,
To break my smile.

Rainy, beautiful day,
And everything can go wrong,
Like a well crafted song,
Belted awfully in very way.

I've lived with pain,
All my life in disdain,
But now it's summer,
And can only get warmer.

It thus happened upon us,
That fate be kind,
Crowning our heads,
With men of authority;

Many be angry with us,
That we ride in treated vehicles,
Chauffeured by armed guards,
And dining with golden spoons;

But they close their minds,
To the ways of the gods,
That bestow opulence,
Unto whom they so please.

In love with their oppressors,
Their poverty sponsors,
Unwilling to break their fetters,
Duped by serial fake love letters.

The little one kicks,
Mom knows it's little tricks,
But when it's a little silent,
She offers a little prayer for what the heavens sent.

Nothing enjoys the everlasting,
For one day all comes to finality,
Ask the indestructible Kraken,
The day it set eyes upon the Medusa's head.

Yes, you took away our gem,
In such manner, quote gruesome,
With us, this star was awesome,
But you cut short the life's term;

No, you didn't act alone,
Couldn't have been a coincidence,
The accident was as pretence,
To cover up what they had done.

Hypocritical nature of man,
Allows him move closest,
To his God,
When a hair's breadth from death.

Just a little would do,
No need to o'erdo,
I am no ******,
Love gently, easy on the hairdo.

The beast taketh were it hath not tilleth,
And by force establishes his colonies,
He set his eyes on southern territories,
And will drink and bathe in the bloods of dogs and baboons that he killeth.

The treasury is nigh empty,
Oh, what troubling times,
To arise with stomach full of hunger,
And behold my sweet mattress with a heart full of anger.

To end...or not to end it all,
What other route is there?
This is too much to bear,
Peace, maybe, beyond the wall.

Stroking these one-o'-one keys,
And making rhymes of the lot,
Comes to me hardly without some thought,
Especially in the cool company of a fresh evening breeze.

Coconut,
Heads,
In,
Power.

How can I trust,
My own beating heart,
Betrayed from the very start,
Even before the very first ******.

To make anything right,
When everything is all wrong,
The more things seem different,
Each time, they are just what they used to be.

How easy for men,
To fall prey to the guiles of women,
Abandoning proper critical processes,
To simply thinking with their phalluses.

Selfishness rules by day,
And greed by night,
Things we are denied by right,
Slide into pockets that can pay.

No, grave, not today,
You won't get the luxury,
Of my permanent residency,
Maybe some other day.

Uncalculated, dipping a pinky into a pool,
Calculated, jumping off a skyscraper,
Like a game of high stakes poker,
You deal...or are dealt with.

And here we are, helpless, hapless,
Struggling with the little things that pleasure the small minded,
Whereas brilliant minds are weighed down by daily living,
Incapacitated by the stupidities of the glutton one per cent.

But with diabolic intention,
And smiley mischievous disposition,
They hide behind beautiful innuendos,
To leave the vulnerable in unbearable  agonising throes.

Something's not right,
But I may be wrong,
Dancing to an unwelcome song,
As though we were in a silent fight.

Lazy Thursday afternoon,
Room for cuddle and spoon,
Everywhere darkly cold,
Now, into the very warm fold.

Erroneously called third world,
Could have been, but once upon a time,
Now no better than a war ravaged sorry excuse,
Overrun by millions of uneducated minors and poorly educated seniors;

Old timers reminisce days of better,
When enough went round to even fly around,
Times when the first world was a backyard trip,
And the currency was more than a generous tip;

So when a big bird drops a returnee,
And welcome is a smelly, darkly terminal,
Lackeys in uniform coercing gratification,
Then confronted by abysmal roads manned by drunken law enforcement;

Nobody needs a lesson in enlightenment,
To figure this rudderless contraption's predicament,
And whether the future will bring turnaround development?
Better pray, like they always do, for better entertainment.

Everything has become nothing,
They thought he stood for something,
Now the masquerade is unclad,
And truly, he is quite mad;

Everything is backward,
One peaceful backyard,
Has become a battleground,
Fallen consciences all around;

Everything will come undone,
To this motherland we were born,
And a few will make it theirs?
Heavens forbid! It will end in tears!

Cowardly gunmen,
Rampaging, pillaging children and women,
But take way their arms,
And they become dung on farms.

A pure mind suffers no conscience,
The goodness of a man's heart,
Oft brings him in proximity,
With men of darkened contrition.

From this ***** hath thine come,
And with mine hearth wouldst I cherish every moment with you,
My sinews and better years will nourish and nurture your needs,
And colour your days with brilliant sunshine and magical blue skies.

Unfit women deliver,
Babies to be sold,
Into any fold,
Just for some paper.

The picture I painted,
Of you, in my head,
And what I see before me,
Can only be best imagined.

The heart of a woman,
Deep, dark and unfathomable,
Only the bravest venture it's depths,
Of innumerable illuminating experiences.

My disappointments held me,
Captive, for many teary moons,
You see, I wasn't born with any metallic spoons,
None, whatsoever, so I became the best that I could ever be.

The final third,
Now the intensity glows,
They go in quite hard,
Throwing all sorts of blows;

Because it's do or die,
All lines must fall in,
Failure is boring,
This is no lie.

A man's deflated ego,
Is a punctured tyre,
That can't take him anywhere,
His confidence wouldn't go.

Don't put me down,
Because I'm female,
Don't tear my gown,
Because you're male.

Overall happiness is elusive,
When components are in distress,
Never expect wholesome happiness,
When the parts are in a depressed mess.

As worthless as it becomes,
Increasingly is hard to get,
The struggles of stable incomes,
Stacked against the failed goals set.

With little dainty feet,
And cute milky teeth,
She takes strong steps forward,
And reverses without facing backward.

Almost, it seemed,
But the more it seemed,
Seemingly, the less it seemed,
Seeming the more it actually seemed.

In the darkness there's a weakness,
Terrifying shadows that feed on fear,
But in the light, it is very clear,
That with brightness comes immense greatness.

Wondered if I'd have stayed hidden,
Kept everything behind sealed lips,
Because this fruit's forbidden,
And such act has burned many ships.

Never before has shame borne a new meaning,
The eyes failing to convince vision,
Seeing now is disbelief,
For all they are, and will be, is a terrible lie;

Right from the tarmac of the airport,
Greeted by stink and algae, rot and disrepair,
Gun toting men in military fatigues,
And a jumble of rickety trolleys;

Across dirt strewn medians,
Road blocks mounted by zoned out operatives,
Dusty highways dotted with gaping holes,
And terrible bypasses hewn into tired looking rocks;

Struggle across makeshift bridges,
Old railway tracks, abandoned,
Dark bends and dangerous loose surfaces,
Overgrown shrubs, perfect hideout for highway rogues;

The joy on our faces,
Whenever we arrive safe,
Glad to be off the hot, stinky deathtraps,
Of the north-south-east roadways.

Woke up feeling no less older than last night,
But this sunrise opened wider my insight,
Life is a beautiful gift,
And amazingly some do not get the drift.