Keeping it real
before the inverted rainbow.
I'll be wishing to skip the drill
somersault on my sweet high-lows
till the sun is up
because i can keep the spot from the woes.

The poison circling in my eyeballs
and the placards i hold shift letters.
White light, sharp and short.
Release the white cherubs in your mouth
to receive cheers and chops.
Swing arms till we tire
and retire to uncertainty

Sweetness got cold... again,
cold toes and fingers,
dried lips and nostrils.
Sweetness held her right knee
to chide the pain that swallowed up the joint.
She couldnt fight her way through this one, atleast not alone.
Every time she saw her reflection, the reflected image would blur.
Broken mirrors trickle blood.
Candles spoke of a promise to suffocate her.
Guilt in person is the chandelier above your heads.
Its stare, the weight of an entire mansion.
Piece by piece, sweetness grew sour.
Outside the wooden spectacle of her painted steel doors were daggers,
daggers that held their own weight
daggers that spoke of her recent previous days,
daggers that promised the winter...

The piller and the doughnut, two treacheous thingies. Steering through the ooze of the sugar deep. Do me ****** business on the veins of malicious music.
Come unto these brown earth,
trading temple secrets and sweet lies.
Sea serpents hourly weeps upon dastardly islands.
Three nights you came,
with such nuptial purpose and local gabbage.
Thine reluctance retire not.
Pardon shall you draw from the grand liquor that hath reached your lips.
I shall not fear clapping oracles.
This is strange Romans 13 vs.13 maze men trod.
Nature shall be shortly single for particular accidents.
Beyound a common joy and glad Father,
i button-press this beauteous acquaintance.

This spherical earth,
whose to say we are
not enclosed in the eyeball
of a gaint.
A black gaint
with seven eyes,
twinkling dots on its skin
with two different ears.
One ear in yellow
and the other in white.

This pyramid class,
whose to say we are not layers of brown earth
buried in our sub-conscious.
Layers of dirt
earthing shallow and deep roots.
One root for the poor
and the other for the rich.

This triangular music sect,
whose to say we should
decide what our ears should listen to.
Ears with drums,
beating different tongues and emotions.
Each drum for indigenous and foreign music.

The Great assembly
spirit, body and soul.
A violent tempest
hold your positions
let your senses stray outside universe.

Wait for it
There!!!
It came rushing
in spiritual elegance
filling our vocals with beautiful language.

He declares
" Daughters shall prophesy,
Young men shall see visions,
and Old men shall dream"

Pink bubbles
blue water
earth abstractables
fire the lamplighter.

Great depths
its steam like fountain
unique heat
sheer wall faces.

But, today that lake went dry
almost empty
no longer boiling
grey water
that smelt like sulphur.

This is what happens
when evertime you are afraid to fail.
Let the determination
boil inside you.
And boy will you steam success.

What should we look for?
What do we think we want?
These new things
These new tides
So graciously presently themselves
Visibly or vaguely

Time is uncorruptable
Space is expandable
Actions are expendable

What choice do we have
When Expectation
points a fire-arm at us.

Clothed in your colour
which is life
Moulded in your form
which is beauty

Fresh
as a daisy
Dark woman
you have conquered our attention

Your voice is spiritual
and musical
The glint of the sun
against your watered skin
pauses all birds
to stare in admiration

Black woman,
i sing your beauty
that passes
before age takes a giant bite
from it all.

It takes what it takes
to know what to take
and to detect what is fake.

If disappointment is a reality, who says it cant be double-crossed?
If its a one man's world, who needs a double-bank?
If its either cheat or be cheated, who needs to be caught up in a double-bind?

Whats *****
shocks
much more than the findings of the sherlocks

All they say is, "no ****"
but whose really taking the hit?
when all we can think of is taking to our heels in a fleet

Joining the contest
at its hottest
drives us to the binge at our adeptest

Mistakes are abound
and everywhere promises are airbound
suffocating the area we surround

Russian is a scrambled language
just as my cuban rainguage
reverts us into ice age

We are all elements
soaked into worldy commitments
to meet our societal requirements

Love is not a physical duty
enjoyed in a ladies *****
via packaged protection zooty

A life aint gat nine
its not everytime things will be fine
all sectors needs you to brace-up and hoist your catline.

Hurling curses everywhere,
pitchforks and pistols in everyhand.
The price for silence
flirted with moral opulence.
The minted paper lollipops
credited our hungry accounts;
whilst our future sold in the markets
and our groins thrown in the caskets.
Change is not a criteria to progress
because it is a slutty variable.
Honesty is not a key to political prowess
because it is transparently breakable.
Let the feet do the talking
and the mouth do the standing.

Was dating a bag of ****
whose first impression was a megahit.
This love story was diseased long before it began.
I recall his swayful love worship was far too pagan.

Could his heart get more colder than winter?
Could his laziness
be better than his deafness?

Ooh! Let me out
so i feel the winds
Let me blackout
so i wont feel the darkness he enwinds.

Its amazing what two persons can cause.
It is honourably
chiefly poetic
to put an end to our present cause.

Quit waiting
for coincidence.
Happiness is a joint satisfaction.
Picture nothing
because there are memories too numerous to pause and click.

Un-learn nothing
because knowledge isn't cheap.
Sprint when its raining
because the road is unclear.
Say u love someone because soon all your teeth will fall off

Here she is
again, totally feeling she is under some kind of hypnosis
or orthosis
or haplosis
or maybe moral epilepsis.

Hands on chest
like she should not be at her angriest.
Keeping her still under his mouth arrest
like she should not feel at her awfullest.

Her brain started a coup
then her defenses echoed a coo.
Shampoo all over that bamboo

Lust has a wicked heel curve
desire's stepping on her last nerve
satisfaction killing all her reserve
he got what he did not deserve.

Next day,
it was all over the internet.

I forgot my thumb
on my candle fire
till the smell of burning flesh
awoke my paused consciousness.

I bit my lip
and looked by my right side for
a small tissue-paper,
only to find the rats staring innocently
at my candle and my thumb.
It is fascinated by
the way the candle affected
my thumb
i guess.

I looked up
"no light"
was the reason
for the frown that
graced my slightly
pimpled face.

Heat!!
"shoo" i said
because of one of the rats
that sat on my
hand fan.
It shifted a bit
and i reached for it.

Thirst!!
All the water bottles and kegs
empty
all taps hissed, "no water"

Then the stomach growl.
Nothing in my cupboard,
not even a chewing-gum.

Gosh!!
I hate here.
I then layed down to
fantasize about my dream boy.

Sleep came
and floated me off
Nigerian Waters.

Shadows on the wall,
what was short was tall.
And then darkest night falls.
Nothing would stop the deformed dolls.

Pure evil engaging in blood writings.
So cold and bold that it causes the bats to be frightened.
Dogs in closed cages are howling.
Fear leaves humans embracing.

Then, it came, the noise pause
to reveal horror's sentence was a clause.
The knife instead of a flash light was all i could toss.

A pat on my shoulder
and i turned around.
Drooping saliva,
sick eyes,
***** clothes
and abnormal physique.
I prepared to scream
then i woke on my laptop's keyboard
only to see the movie subtitle that says:
"Curtains Closed"

Gallus Gallus Domesticus
Uncourageous Uncourageous Coward-"icus"
These are the people we believe to possess high ideals.

So elite and luxurious,
so stainless and luscious.
All dressed in designers
with adorners.

Boundless extravagance
inspite our disacceptance,
yet in the face of danger
they would be the first to disappear.
But then, who are we to judge others
when we would equally do the same.

Out here,
in this place,
Its everyman or woman
for himself or herself.
Its you and i, all by ourself.

From the dust of your feet
to the rough of your hair,
everything,
i'm loving it.
All of it.

The scars and spots on your skin,
just like small glittering stones
mesmerized by the beautiful rays of the sun.

The very sweat you perspire,
just like the sea,
its so visible
as i take one long refreshing look
at the back of your shirt

Your fierce care
and fiery concern
erupts the very base
of my throat.

Your Quarrels with me
vibrates the dancing monster
in my eyes and tongue.

Everytime we make up,
its like a slow whistling wind
coupling with the flowers.

Before every treasure i know of
in this world,
it is you.

They hailed
and prostrated on the dust
as the monstrous jeeps passed.

Chants of praises
in loud native phrases
all for one man with deep pockets.

White man would look and say,
" Africans "
Black man would look, smile
and shake his head.

We say Nigeria is distressed
We say there is no money
We say all our leaders should face the firing squad
We say alot of things.

Churches are increasing,
Spiritual leaders are prophesizing,
Intellectuals are holding conferences,
Analylists are investigating,
Ministers are budjeting
and yet nothing is changed.
Still that black man on
the presidential seat wants
a second term.
Another term of nothingness.

I know everyone deserves
a second chance,
but ruling Nigeria
isnt a dice game.
We are in a state of nature
where every man is a danger
to the next.
Even body parts can not be guaranteed
to remain in one piece,
even in death
because of these ritual get-rich quick individuals.

Just like a mathematical equation,
Nigeria's solution
is " no solution ".
But, because there is no answer
doesnt mean it can not be solved at all.

I would not be the first to write about Nigeria
nor will i be the last,
but let history record
that at least i verbally cared.

I can walk
this world,
tall or short,
figure one or figure eight,
black or white
has long as my word is on everyone's lips,
has long has i top the gossip list.
              
Fame,
name
all the same.
Money,
folly
all making me naughty.
            
Pleasure,
leisure
all in my ATM treasure.
            
Screams,
dreams
all over the TV screens.
          
I vanish
and smear my ego with a gold polish.
Taking a break, i call it.
              
I could snap my fingers in an empty room
and in an instant it becomes a party room.
          
I walk
through the storm,
cloth the sun,
re-decorate the night sky.
I'm in the world
i'm breathing
and i'm famous.
        
What is the point in not bragging?
When my style isnt manual.
        
What is wrong with being sick in the head,
when ranking makes you un-stable:
most expensive car,
most craziest style,
most funkiest hair,
most hottest chick,
most coziest house,
most expensive jewelleries,
most socially active,
most drunkest driver,
most party crasher,
most grammy receiver...
        
It never stops
till your hand drops
and suddenly the light leaves your eyes
and your heart takes to retirement.
        
The flesh
forgets to carry with it
all it had acquired.
The Grave shuts the stink.

What is liberty without breath?
What is sanity when there is an eventual death?
The Law
is a control cause.

The same sense
that makes you not sing aloud in a bank,
to the same sense
that makes you not *** on an open road,
down to the same sense
that makes you not wear swimming trunks to an evening outting;
solely because people and cameras are watching
makes me wonder of our pre-supposed gift from nature.

When we think its forthcoming
right up that faith we're fast building,
it flies away again,
even in the rain
thus, mocking all efforts that are evidently in vain.

Re-fill my thirst
to direct all my anger in order to fulfil this quest.

Reach for the evening cloud
to covers all youthful activities on motion ground.

Crave for confidence
that we may flaunt madness.

Truth be spoken.
Hearts beat for red bluff,
mine beats for red stuff.

Cold pierced through the blanket.
Then it started,
the nose bleeds,
soar throat,
aches.
As familair as these are,
and as annoying as stinging bees are,
this time was different.
One soak in a hot tub,
made the water cold in an instant.
One sip in a hot coffee,
made the steam die off.
What cold is this?
Who would you warm up with?

I know one i would warm up with,
but now he is mad at me.
I'll wait
and pray till he lets me into his warm embrace
once more.

History's greatest psychic,
Micheal de Nostrademus prophesied.
He wrote and wrote.
Words on calamity
of terrifying magnanimity.
War leader after another,
battles and assassinations after the previous one.
Morality in all decisions was part of his plans.
Blood, death, waste and famine are quite familiar in our age
but in the end our century will be peaceful.

    "Peace prosecuted by death
    shall be achieved.
    In one night,
    green that have
    been long dead
   will grow green again.
   After the war,
   there would be a re-newed rain
   and a Golden Age,
   and a peace that would last
   a 1000 Years.

Whats so bad about being a ordinary person?
No cool buddies,
No flashy clothes,
No sparkling jewelleries,
No fame,
No stand-out spots.

Compared with other humans, you feel common.
Unlike humans, God sees past your plain-ness.
He plans an incredible suprise to show how special you are.

All those who Laughed at you will be there to witness you shine and there is nothing they can do to stop it.

Your love affects my body parts
Your grey eyes clothes my heart
Your touch devours my doubts
Your lips flatters my mouth
Only your words make up my dictionary
The magical fires of our chemistry
is un-common and evolutionary

Relationships are entitled to obstacles
Your patience and understanding makes my everywhere peaceful.
It is impossible
To be miserable
When we are together and comfortable

Love is tough
Pain is rough
What is visible eventually fades away
What is invincible is there to eternally stay

Light the touch
and lets make ourselves warm

Keep the fire burning
so we can see the path that lies ahead

We stay together
because we need each other

We trust each other
to remain sincerely happy and contented

The frost approaches,
our warmth makes us skip the torture

We go public
because we are not afraid of asunder

The sun and the moon
reminds us
how nature has blessed our Union.

Its You and I
forever

From where we're standing now in life
we looked back
at all the steps we've climbed.
The past left us standing
with cracks.
We would remember all the salty pools we wept.
Disappointment after another
Mockery after the first one.
Failure felt like a bonus treatment
We would hop and fall
people would watch and laugh.
No arm stretched
No one wanted to touch our ***** bodies.

Hours past
Days past
Weeks past
Months past
Years past
We would dream of a place;
where we would be welcomed,
where we would be allowed to be us
and where we would be able to help people like us.

Walking along the road,
the sun mercilessly beat us.
We walked down-cast
We would dream.
We didnt seek glory or fortune.
All we wanted is to be acknowledged

August 1, 2010
we would not forget.
The day she came to us.
Very un-real and impossible to believe.
She came and sat beside us.
We were uncomfortably embarrassed by our odoured bodies.
We tried walking away
then she stopped us with the most beautiful smile.
She pleaded with us
to give her an audience.
She then offered to buy us drinks and food.
We wouldnt deny we wanted to be filled, badly.

Fortunately, a restaurant was near by
she walked with us down there.
The guy at the door waved and shouted us away from the premises.
She insisted and told him we accompanied her.
Reluctantly, he let us in.
The waiters and people in the restaurant froze in disguist.
The owner in no time came
and begged her to take us out
so that we dont irritate his customers.

One of us was almost in tears.
She pleaded with us not to be offended by their actions.
She led us out through the door
and begged us to await her return.

Minutes later
she came with lots of bags in hand.
She spotted a shed and we walked towards it.
We settled
then she gave us a bag each.
She encouraged us to eat.
She watched us relish the meal.
She smiled
and opened her bottle of soda.
She sipped it.

Moments later
we were done.
Then she asked to talk with us.
We responded to her every question.
She was impressed
This went on for a while.
We enjoyed her presence and softness.

The day was aging.
She baded us goodbye
and told us she would return some other time.
We were enchanted
Oh! We were visited by an angel.

Few days later
she came again.
We ate and talked.
This went on for a week.
In one of our conversations with her,
she invited us over to the company she worked for.
Of course, Our clothes were taken care of.

When we arrived the company
we were ushered in.
We sat before a number of judges.
They were also impressed.
The said our talent and intelligence is un-equal,
one they have never come across before.
We were employed
and given a place to stay in.
It was quite comforable
because we were just three.
Our lives changed.

Now i am old.
When i sit back on my dock chair,
i would smile
and look to the skies
and say,
" truly there is a GOD. "

Like the serpent,
Danger must never be directly approached,
but discreetly addressed.
Power is vernomous.
One bite and your moral senses are paralysed.
The night is the moment for shedding;
Either to assume new evil for the personal good
or to enthrone morality and good service for the greater good.
The threshold to strike back in revenge is sensory education.

Nature makes us susceptible to pain,
harm and disdain.
Wild actions prevail
to cover Timidity in veil.
The tentacles of pleasure
relief the pressure
and gives you something to treasure.

Universally,
we are connected
in more than one way
with an ounce of darkness in each way

She hardly was an early riser.
Life at home for her was hell.
Violent voices
and mean threats.
She wrote this on a sunny start of the week, monday.
The sun seemed to have been greatly amused at her wrinkled face.
Recently, she discovered she would release a ****
whenever anxiety or nervousness hit her like a dart.

Her daily life began by 4:30am.
There she was in comfort on her irregular bed,
till a sharp light hit her face
and a thunderous voice boomed her ear drums,
His foot steps made so much sound than his voice.
It was her father.
It wasnt his voice that struck her,
or was it the sight of a whip that he wielded so callously.
It was the angry look he always beared on his face.
It was almost as if he was angry with God for waking him up everyday.
Mixed feelings of fright and fuzziness gripped her
she hastily greeted
He didnt respond.
Her sister stood behind her bed
whimpering in fear.
Only then did she discover who the whip was meant to trash at that moment.

The night before
was a nightmare she have seen before.
Her ingredients failed her,  
her attention
and her organization
towards the food preparation.
Her Mom hated excuses
Her Dad hated losses and bad soups.
Her promises flew away
Phone accessories became her get-away.
It wasnt the intensity of the funny smell,
or the intense awareness of the pepper and salt,
but it was the searing look her mum had.
Her mom must have mentally shredded her like cabbage, she thought.
Her mom wondered why arguements stuck in her tongue like a tatoo.
Most times she resented her awkward behaviour,

She saw life has an eazy game.
She thought mistakes were a part of our imperfection as human beings and hence should be constantly made.
She didnt understand why God placed her in that family.
Her mom would constantly remind her of the future
She could hear her voice in her sleep
Her mom would speak with her eyes
when her anger has reached a certain height.

Hereditry
played a role
in her usual condescesion.

The environment
played a role
in her usual sadistic talk and thinking.

Yin and Yang,
Cold and Hot,
the order of seasons
Either you can change
or you can not.
Such is the nature of Monica.

I'm not afraid to do the Lord's work.
You say Vengeance was here before,
but i say i was there first.
I'll do my business in the name of the Lord
because its no secret.
If you're not ready to die
best prepare for it and await its coming.
My testimony testifies
longing for your sincere replies

You can always call the police,
call the coroner,
call the sheriff,
call the entire fearless hood.
I put my fears in my holster,
smoke the cold breeze
win the ladies with two knees
and stand tall like the street lights.

I know the pleasure
in a man's strength.
Heaven comes down
like a cold rain.
There would be no shelter for the weak-hearted.
No place you can go.

Put all your hands and fists in wild cheer,
someone put a tall ring amongst us,
caging us both.
I'm a vigilante,
you're a wanted man
and everybody knows

Traces of The Whip
at my back.
Its deep, dark and long
because i have a history
The sun shone
My head struck
My mind fuzzy,
The searing heat.
Alas!
Reminiscencing can be such a wierd mental journey.

Tightly hung up on the past.
Darkness and Decisions.
Confusion and Counsel.
Help seems silent as stars,
Quiet and Queer.
Night never gives away,
Worries and Wrinkles.
Pray it all ends
retain little faith in you,
luck will shed its light in your path
and leave no fatal aftermath.
Fear begets Fright.
Courage makes a Conqueror,
climb up, up, up,
Mountain Menace is the challenge,
reach up, up, up
Fate is plain,
and destiny, yours to claim.
The zenith is near,
race for it at your own pace.

Communicate with my spirit
and it'll tell you all my merits,
show you all the roads that leads to my greatness
and it will burst your ego till its weightless.
Spring fast
regardless of the past.
Feel your soul's warm whisper
and feel no dispair.
Sedate failure
and keep your white dress pure.
You're correctly sold out.

Can i count on you
to be my man?
Just enough love
to keep us above.
Numerous Mistrust regulations
keep us from reaching the remark, congratulations.
Your dipped your tongue in pungent waters.
Now, your fresh breathe became odoured.
Your insults just give me the strength.
Your eyes tease mine in mockery
but soon it will be my own turn to laugh back.
No one will make u forget the way i laughed.

Can i count on you
to stay away from me?
You came, you saw, you took.
All the sweetness in me will never be over before my life-time.
You traded Faith for Flesh,
Interest for Injury
and Love for Lust.
All you ever experienced with me
is just a tip of the ice berg.
It gets interesting for you
when i go on hurting.
I will get better,
no matter the wheather
For i am stronger.
You will witness the radiance of Life in me
and you wont have a spot of that brightness in your direction.

Challenges and competition notified.
Every step codified.
Tears and sweat pacified.
Achievements and advancement glorified.
Regression and depression terrified.
Muscles and struggle verified.
Foes and conspirators mortified.
Plans of progress and purpose sanctified.
Grace and the Goodness of God testified.
Sweet pleasures of life.
Trials, Torment and Torture.
Eulogies and Elegies of visible characters.
Promising and decisive.
No conflicts, No dilemma.

Dance,
an expression of the mind.
Multiple steps in successive movements,
bringing life, love and laughter.
Self-fulfilment and self-worth.

Dance,
an expression of the body.
Creative display of energies,
inducing a seismic shift emotionally.
Self-discovery and self-confidence.

Dance,
an expression of the soul,
communicating in its artistic qualities.
Messages, movements and mystery.
Self-expression and self-realization.

Desire or duty,
Love or lust,
Head or heart,
Want or necessity.
Over and over
i'm filled with emotion.
Unconditional coalition.
Brittle decision.
Feeling fusioned in a long-lived germination.
Certainty prevails, no hesistation.
On you, before men, i will make my jactation.
Your love shields me from labefaction.
Asunder, a mere machination.
Generations to come
tell our story

December's red chambers
had little bells made of silver.
A celebrated black-out i call it,
till the following year's hustle period revives us back to the usual struggle.
It is a period to eat the fattened animals,
if you dont get your share, its nothing personal.
White and wet sheddings
falling from the sky un-ending.
So beautiful and warm a season,
lots of visits to be made
and gifts exchanged.
Wet and wild kisses amongst couples.
Sweet smothering at its peak at night.
Surrender and be engulfed by the wild fires.
Passion tastes like candy.
We'll do this
till day light finds us.