Who we are inside,
That inner person,
Those things done without reason,
Evils, desperately, we want to hide.

Emotions bubbled from deep within,
Several rings had gone unanswered,
Last night we had an encounter,
And tempers flared with oblique profundity;

Is this what I think,
All we had going,
In one grey night,
Lost, and never to be had?

I have frolicked among the ashes,
And I have kissed the bottom of disgust,
Poverty has adorned my back,
And wretchedness become my close companion;

Deserted by goodwill,
I am destitute,
In the ruins of failure,
Fate has left me no joy;

The sun rises upon my defeat,
And sets on my immense sorrow,
Daily I wallow in agony,
Drown I, in cheerless wantonness;

Tattered dreams inflicted my senses,
They rob me of sleep,
I lay awake, trembling,
Fearful of the shameful morning.

Shameless outpouring,
Of crocodile mourning,
Two faced human beings,
Putting out shameless things.

Bedecked from head to foot,
Hungry looking tools of intimidation,
Unlettered in the doctrine of humanity,
Serving the whims of the wicked;

A show of farce,
Ridiculous aggression against the oppressed,
They conveniently look away from primary responsibility,
Only to brutalise the common demand for overall betterment.

What's the intent behind it,
Rushing off to set questions after eight moons?
But who's the devil here,
You or your paymasters?

This cycle of wickedness must stop,
Downing tools in protest of measely wages,
Extracting promissory notes after rolling weeks,
Only to subject frustrated young minds to ad-hoc examination?

The claim of sitting on ashes,
For days on end,
In favour of a more beautiful system,
May just be undone by this callous act;

If truly you desire a future workforce,
Better than the generations before,
Then act like you truly care,
Allow time to re-engage;

Cultivate their fallow minds,
Back to productive ways,
After all, what glory is there,
In being successful with mass failures?

I am not afraid,
To be honest with you,
My love for you is true,
Sharper, it is, than a two-edged blade.

Gently rock, to and fro,
Deep, kissing the insides,
**** in sharply, freeze the rides,
Clean up, your sweaty brow.

Marriage is not a place,
Neither a destination,
It is not salvation,
But finding daily grace.

Beloved, be ye not fooled,
By modern day niceties,
For all of Babylon's stupendous cities,
Were built on innocent blood and bones.

And where was your love,
When the entire world turned?
But you claimed ours was eternal,
Yet left me to be burned?

So you ****** your way,
All through to the top,
But you could have knelt to pray,
And never suffered a decent drop.

No, mother,
Do not be afraid,
Here I am, the man, that you have raised,
You can go to sleep, smiling, now, with no bother.

A good heart,
But in the wrong place,
That beautiful face,
But how did this start?

I had kept my wits about me,
By penning everything I saw,
Now I am deserted at the shore,
Between sanity and the shallow, grey sea.

And reality punched me in the face,
As my eyes lost their innocence,
Several shapes clothed in naked lace,
Beckoning to men, and without  preference.

Out of dark holes they come,
Half breeds with little minds,
Cavernous, monstrous kinds,
Shuffling around for meaty some.

Take me a pinch at a time,
Baby, please don't rush,
Feel every grain, every edge,
Tasty, yes, keeps you coming for more.

They steal us blind,
Embezzle livelihoods of generations unborn,
No different from European barbarians,
Who today pass off as modern grammarians.

Weaned on bullets,
Suckled on blood,
AK47's are loving pets,
And snuffing lives is nothing odd.

Bear with me, my sweetness,
My heart is tied to another,
There just cannot be another,
Farewell, but forgive me this mess.

Constantly you set me tests,
And everytime I ask, why?
Tongue in cheek,
You keep me in the dark;

You reach out into my past,
To ignite dead flames,
To stoke old affections,
And dig up buried affairs;

This box of trouble,
Pray I, you can handle,
These entities are powerful,
Relentless, they stop at nothing;

Once upon a season,
I made a wrong turn,
It is the same road,
And the portends have not changed.

Better it is today,
My life to lay,
For a course worthy,
Than a cowardly history.

The eyes drink,
Even before we think,
Then we go on and cheat,
Because we are caught in a bogus cleat.

It's a done deal,
Here's the king's seal,
And when the bells peal,
No worries about the next meal.

This strain is wicked,
And has a mean carrier,
She evaded the barrier,
And showed our weak head.

I believe in forever,
A moment is too short,
No, I will not port,
It's better, much better, together.

Under the knife he went,
And came up decades younger,
Now he need not fright,
Fearing nothing in plain sight;

She went in with meaty love handles,
And out came a sumptuous hourglass,
So, on with the two-piece bikini,
By the poolside sipping cold tea;

Before, tens and dozens,
Mowed down by jihadist fundamentalists,
Today, tens of thousands are unaccounted for,
Their lot, with this terrible dictator;

For me, humble beginnings,
From eating with wooden spatulas,
To dining with exquisite utensils,
Designed and printed in three-dee plastic.

Drop your wings,
I need you here,
Heaven may care,
But I have our rings.

Movement beneath the sheets,
Giggles, then ***** oohs and aahs!
Grunts pushing powerful thrusts,
A moment...before the crashing ******.

Off with your emotions!
I found a willing love,
Contrary to your machinations,
I have been blessed from above.

Woman of mine,
Tastes like cherry-chocolate wine,
Omoyele, that'e her name,
Or Tolulope, 'tis all the same.

Pray thee, never be incarcerated,
In any of the dank, smelly holes in that country,
And may the angels watch over you,
If misfortune were to befall your unlucky cadaver.

The afternoon is still,
And like cold steel,
Only works when applied,
That I love you, I have not lied.

The tears that rolled,
Down my face,
Gathered hot pace,
Because, my love, had been sold.

The wilderness beckons,
I go to be  tempted by demons,
Your love will keep me,
As I journey across the desert and sea.

And just like that!
A single cowardly shot!
Life given no chance to start,
Another ****** from the lot;

As though, it appears,
Former colonies of Her Royal Majesty,
Have become mindless rippers,
Tearing souls with reckless travesty;

Here the Coronavirus has killed less,
And brutality snuffed out more,
It's all a shameful mess,
Security agencies in ****** galore;

The vestiges of colonisation,
Suppression and marginalisation,
Brutality, segregation and classification,
Kleptomania, nepotism and crass corruption.

Trapped within invisible walls,
For two lunar years,
Toiling, daily, in tears,
Listening to annoying *****;

When the sun smiled today,
A new cycle had begun,
The dawn of a new turn,
Time, now, to make some hay.

Thoroughly enjoyed this piece
And when the world's in constant search for peace,
They do so with steely silver piece,
What kind then, actually, is this ******, restless peace?

Unchained consciousness,
Freeing my thought processes,
Walking the path,
Avoiding His wrath.

The rains sing beautifully,
On the morning of HIS resurrection,
'Tis proper to feel happy and jolly,
In hope of coming perfection.

The downtrodden have awakened,
They fear only that they awoke too late,
They have fixed a revolutionary date,
The day their oppressor's noose must be slackened.

She's dark and mysterious,
Never reveals what she is,
Lust comes to her with ease,
Rejection fills her with loss.

Who killed him?
The Professor?
Or the rope's pressure?

Oh, well, here we go,
You call one clueless, coconut head,
And the other cannot remember his phone number,
Oh, politics, what a ****** game!

In times of harvest,
Or long periods of arid rest,
Each to its season,
To be engaged, and with plenty of reason.

We need each other,
To grow old, smiling, together,
Better halves of one another,
To hold, to love, and to cherish, forever.

Fresh, unplucked,
Pure, like the morning dew,
This, she has docked,
Until, with the one, she will do.

Bless me with your vengeance,
Curse me with your love,
I seek no repentance,
From hell, or from heaven above.

Darker faster,
Twilight quicker,
Hotter longer,
Drier better.