I am rap I am poetry
I am hip pop I am poetry
I am jazz I am poetry
I am blues I am poetry
You could call me country I am poetry
My first name is music
And my last is poetry
Poetry I day dream
Poetry I live a life
Poetry I die a die

Poetry I sleep and wake you
Be for me not against me
I would take you to mama poetry
If you let Me
I want to live and die you
Come be my prōstitutus
Fall in love with me I pray you



I know me when I know you
My dark and light introduce you
Our world without you
Is casualty to war.
You are the change we want to see and more
Beg Your father love
To help our world.

GBEGBELEKU
GbeGbeleku can never dance, the tune of bata seem silent too his feet, his dansiki made of the grate aso oke says no to the wind when she blows.
Omele from the rear thunder boldly whom changes the steps of men and takes them to the surrealistic world seem powerless in his ears.
Gangan the hopeful one a lion of sound 
who speaks the truth to the one with the gifted ears
Giving the body strength like never before, with saworoide he gives his cap,  still he gives no interest.
Oh Oh my sekere with your million babies you make no difference
To the company of truth.
Oya on the chirot of the gods tells me you lost hope in humanity
But you I ask if not for anything at least for the strength used in invoking the gods take a step make that change.

Touch Not
Oh falling Angele
Get thy behind me clear
I see no use of your worldly sells of bells
Stop the deceit of boys and girls
You have caused enough wars
Remember they know not there right
Hence they fall for your ways
But remember your place
Cause you stand no chance
For the one who ordered your exile still remains
With his host. With Gabriel I send you this words.
Michael would spear you not if you cross the line
cause I already ordered your destruction.
Touch not my loved ones cause I would create a place
Worse than hell for you, cause trinity dwells in me.

#peterpraise

Our love as glorious as a multi coloured butterfly
Came out of the Blues
With strength as Zion and I wonder what a lion
I thought I found home after i eat the cooky  
I came all out of my favorite melancholic cosmological way of life where I found peace within.
Come out of your shell you begged and I did, your abiku love really made a mark
Even the blind can see past your babilonic drama which I was myopic to.
Yes Helen of troy, was no human nor God. For her actions was of non
You I see no difference
Why plant a tree only to one day cut down.
OH Babylon goddesses,  you will never have a second troy.  For within me not far in you I would find my peace again.
So go tell Aphrodite of Cyprus I have a Zion.

Hope Above Dark.
Shadows too weak to walk or stand Words too weak to be understood light are nothing but light our world as dark as night even in the light
All poor, rich and poor man can sing to butter fly no more lost, maplees and boor
celebration of life is all we have they say when there is life there is hope well hope a good thing .
The last friend of man sometime, most time where art thou well we salute you, I salute you through world war I, world war II, the civil wars and capitalism you seem to exist.
Where are you now? Suru your sister was constant with us like you. For over one hundred years she lives. But not long
Biafra is coming once more. Militants in creeks to aid her Bokoharam is here
Who are you? Giant of Africa they call you. The air tells me you are the stone of the savannah. Brother and sister, imporvished or bewealthed pray cause that all we can, for a generation with a soul under this diamond sky we live .
# peterpraise
TN entertainment.

DARK
In the dark a rat                                                     a rat with a stench as hard as ***
Lonely than the anthills of the Savanna                                                      ­wishing to one day listen to the sound of passing

Cold and unwilling rapt under the cloth of fear of the unknown wishing to have taken this part or that part

Confused like a light rat keeping the record of the past    instead of setting a new,  Wishing time could take a nap under the forgetting tree.
Never to be found.
Immortality even in the dark
Can you see the light?


           Peter praise

The lamentation of a lad
So it was once in my yet to be valued life of minehun!!                                                      The plateau becomes rocky and how pathetic can this be                                                               ­             when a lion acts like a frog?
I am a disgrace to the mission,                                                         ­      my stand for the  vision,                                                     ­              what i represent as a lad,                                                             ­             for now i can’t take a look at the sun at I am a disgrace to the mission,                                                         ­      my stand for the vision,                                                          ­         what i represent as a lad for now i can’t take a look at celestials at night that say look a competitive stage, the fight for glory, it hurts                                                            ­         to see my emotions run deep into my ribs.                                                            ­           Once again i say to whomever with eyes,                                                            ­           it’s obvious, life as put my back to the plateau, to the spiky mountain , it hurts to see my emotions run deep into my ribs.                                                            ­           Once again i say to whomever with eyes,

Love, life
I am and always will be in love with life herself
Right under the sun and moon I make love to her                                                              ­                             Looking at the Milky Way in the eyes of brothers and sister                                                           ­                                 who go by and by all around the cardinal point                                                            ­                               with head and hands up and down left and right            
                                               ­                                                                 ­                                                 just to pay homage to the god mouth                                                            ­                                                            and gods of the stomach
Monuments like this gnashing and showcasing of teeth                                                            ­                                                                 ­                        sabotages the stage due to the help of pain and joy                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                                       happiness and sadness entertaining no one but themselves                                                       ­                              being innovative some of my kind laugh                                                            ­                                                  when pain comes on stage                                                            ­                                                                 ­           and some cry when joy step to stage
But all of these can only make it to the finish line                                                             ­                                 when love shows her dancing skills                                                           ­                                                               wi­th life being her tango partner in his own skills
When love take her first dance step                                                             ­                                                                 ­  the small rise and when she take the other                                                            ­                                                        the mighty fall and small smaller and mighty mightier;                                                        ­                            how aesthetical, you know not the turn she takes next                                                             ­                                                                 ­                 up down in respect to gravity                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­      When love take her first dance step

Sitting trianglally
Like a pool stick
Was my location
Seeing her hurt make me hurt !
Week she seem from my vantage
Lost I told myself !
Go to her
Why should I ?
She looks to serious
What do I say?


Take my hands
And I will give you the moon:
Cause even a shooting star Can't grant this
Wait it was written somewhere
To be self confidence,
Is to do what you are afraid of
What dose that even mean?

Don't ask me cause i wanted more
Am a king In my own dwelling
I tried calling to the platform
She never came
Money makes the rule
I got the act I know
I want to do it no one knows
They don't understand
So I say to you give me
A platform to prove myself
Prestidigitation, when the time comes
But it never went
the time is now
Talented is my own Neptune
In the house of praise
my name will make the hall of fame
As the sun and stars dewlls
Before the fat lady sings

Innocent chibok
Oh chibok our chibok
You were to be one of the light that takes us out of this darkness
We stand
Innocent to our Creator you are

You were just been cooked
We never got to get a taste
When I asked you
Voices tell me
They came in trucks before twilight
Guns in hand  
knifes of unequal standard
You had no choice but to follow
your protectors ran far when they should have given their lives for you
For a month your name was I the air like air on every lips in every media
The international community lend a hand, we showed negligence
Where are you FG,
Where were you
There is God oooo
Over two hundred flesh and blood  missing

Two years now, we will get them back, is all we have.
My Nigeria if right under your nosie
Chibok went underworld
What is next, look hard not and see the ups and down around you
Is home safe ?