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The  rain falls we"re caught up in muds
The Sun shines our feets burns
The stormy wind blows we flirth
.The trees sings  its chorus in whispers
Swinging leaflessly in miasma of the environment
The earth is awashed in floods of time
The fire burns with less embers
Emitting smoked fumes in  ranges
Human ranges too.
We are only safe in our shadows
The Rite:
Our new terms
Creado! Halleluyah!! Alahukuba!!!
Libations and Adorations.
The confusion persist
Tradition and Religion intermingles
Adoration unto who?
Unto Affluence....of conflicts?  
Rites unto who?
Unto which god that buries its own?
Burial made easy yet complicated Complicity of Customs and Religion
Duplicitous ignorance to Witty idioms..
Conspired rites of deceptions for human rights.
Rights of  rites Consummation interned
In alters of pride born by greed and lust.
The grave does eat but most are better for vultures.
Earthly desecration the people's Mockery .
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God is not Mocked!
Tunes in your lines are so lively. I wish I can read in the dark so to have your tunes resonate all through the darkroom. Each line and word entrances one like symphonies. The contours and viens of a ****** stretches in ecstatic harmony  thrusting up and down in rhythmic verses. Of tunes and line embled words in the dark resonates me and you in Blissful beats of silence.ITunes loudness of silence and the hearts of two equals one in harmony of love.Sitting in the dark with eyes closed, thousands of galaxy the only peeping lights in the thoughts of two. It can only be two equals one in tunes and lines emblem in silence of words. Music is harmonious,Love is heavenly.
Our love is a given.
Precise! Succinct! Intentional And Directional!!
WE speak in one voice and we stick to the rhythm and tone of our voices.
Our voice  are devices
Music to dance to and feet to swerve.
Yes! we will swell and swerve to this rhythmic  tunes and turns of our collective voices.
And like David of the Great Book we will dance fearing no nakedness.
This given love will strive Omalicham.
Omalicham is an Igbo language expression to mean my beautiful .
The journey began
in the Penitentiary of coarse and jumbled words
I co-traveled in mindscapes routes
Through space and time.
Bridging gaps of allegoricals,
With similitudes and spices of irony.
Who needs healing from this haughtingly confinement of words imprints in verse and stanzas.
In rhythms and innuendos.
Personified but divinely devoted
My Lunacy of words in text and lines is one I will happily partake of  always
I will wine and  dine in this table of perceived lunacy because here in is true sanity and logic of human tendencies
Embossed in art.
We all are structured by stories
From singularity to plurality
We are tales ups and tales down
Tale tells of uniqueness and exciting adventures.
Stories experienced and Stories told.
We are single stories mingling in diversities
Expressed and expressions of multiple selves.
We are individuals stories found in the collective
And collective in the individual.
We are stories in time and space
Tales of distant past and discoveries.
Legends and myths
Of one story and all.
We are truth ,contrive facts and fiction .
We are truth told, lies covered
The told lies and truth untold.
We are Mars Jupiter, Plato venus and earth.
We are ocean,sea and rivers. Streams, falls and ponds.
We flow and stagnant.
we are Alien,beast and humans
We are moon,clouds,Stars and Sun.
we are light and darkness
We are dawn,noon, day and night .
We are foreseen and unforeseen, stories rejected and Stories celebrated.
We are magic and miracles.
Circles and seasons.
You and me structured.
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