I am lost inside a small center
Exhaust fumes full off smoke
Sounds everywhere
Generators
Moto mobiles
Crying children
Talks and music
Fully confused...
I start counting...
One
Two
Three
Four...and so on
I tell you,less than four tycoons
Millionaires amidst hustlers
I know of them,
Humble backhrounds great achievement
Then how many are within here,
Thoughts alike?
Perhaps all of these people
Or alone I think of this !!!!
Society mixed up

A man like a man
But not a man,
Of thoughts similar to that of a man
But not those of a man
Broader and deeper,
Silly and flexible and less serious though
Not an analyst,
But alike and analyses lines and verses
Is here,
Hearing the call of his heart
Talking alone
But not insane,
Is a poet.
An example of an extra man.
Talks with emotion
Possessed by feelings of description
"Lost" but not lost.
Lost in thoughts
Is a poet,
If they like jokes and hate too much
If immediately the stop talking
Please bear with them
They hate real and like fantasy.

Tell me
How my morning could be
If I wake up
To miss my daily poem from hello poetry
To miss my cool rnb music selection
Or to find my phone off
Or stolen
....
When I miss my daily poem,
I will have a late break first
If I miss my music
I will sing alone at work
If my phone is off
I will remain stressed.
....
My joy,my daily food
Vybes  ,lines and verses
Obsessed .

Love is worth emotion
It's worth talking and sharing
Silence is a weapon to weaken love....
Money is not enough to make a real girl say honey
Money is not enough to make real love shutter
Money is not enough to make real lovers move on
And hang around with other guys. ...
No man is worth perfect enough....
But real love affects eternity.
If I ever touched your heart,remember I am still myself.
If I hurted you,think of how I did ...
Be real not fake
Jnr

"I love you too,"was a verse that made my heart lept
It now makes me regret
For had it been the otherwise ,
I would have moved on.
And moved far,
Further than my eye could see
like an item of value
Gold of heart ,that I treasured
Something I valued,more than money
Someone who could hurt me
But still I felt great for her,
Who could make me forget myself
In whatever small she had
Now I miss her wholly
She vanished and disappeared for good
No message ,
No call
Not even a flash back
I miss her seriously
My heart needs her
And it aches
I call it  ,"ache in love"

Like my great grandfather lived
A Century ago
Still I am coiled
Inside a rocket,grass thatched roof,
Aged like my community
Yet I hold a degree in Pure maths
We call it norms
And respect them ,
Yet we think we embrace change!

I'm just wondering if other houses burn
I've been pondering for quite a length
Please help me over this ...

The world is against me
It cannot see how I struggle day and night
In this my windows are on fire .
And preventing my exploration

My head is full of smoke
Ain't sure either ,I feel my brain has dead cells
Because I cannot remember like before
I fail mathematics, yet I was a high school master of the subject
My set lights are on fire,rescue please

My emotion is the center of massacre
I hate all I loved,I just pump it love
No peace
No security,an atomic bomb,yet to burst
And my heart is on fire,where can the brigade be?

My stomachache is worsen ,
Turning porridge, and hot
Perhaps I ate hot food,that never went cool
Noises it produces,enough to awake my pal,
I tell you,my house is on fire
Immediately inform the fire fighters.