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I am not a creator:

nope.
an amalgamator,
consolidator, a sifter,
a synthesizer, combinator,
employer of words

collect, analyze, repair, modify,
discern the overlapping, intersecting rhythms, the tools,

Drip from my lips, fall from of my grip, from my eyes, salty drip,
and I nail them to my bones,


herein lies my originality....

The millions upon millions of permutations combinations and iterations
That resolved themselves from the madness of my mind, are then attached to my living bones, inseparable, and my living mark of once existence
april / -may 2025
Safana Nov 2024
Since justice has given way
to terrorism.
Since justice has become
synonymous with kidnapping.

Know that hunger
is a catastrophe.
Hunger is war.
It is either ****
or be killed.

I swear both to God and to you.
I can go for twenty-four hours without eating.
Children were arrested during protests in Nigeria, but they have yet to be brought to court. Because of hunger and poverty, they considered the Russian flag as a solution. They were brought before the court yesterday, and the judge granted them bail in the amount of ten million naira, or approximately 6069 US dollars.

How can a person who is unable to feed himself for 24 hours or more obtain such large sums of money?

This is what justice looks like in Nigeria.
What kind 
Of country that
We are all living here. 
Beaf fat pork oil fish oil 
Getting 
Mixed in temple gods prasdam
By making sanctity 
Un holy, consumed
By all
Safana Aug 2024
Free freedom
Pavel Durov is a freedom itself.
Uzo Okoli Mar 2023
Boots sanction the hearts of men.
The victims are wailing and smiling
Death keeps on knocking and waiting
Who will liberate us?

Denial of our voices made us cry
Downtrodden wept as their voices
Dwindle and cracks for liberation
Who are the kindhearted?

Nation begets unruly masters
As the country pretends to smile
Honest people are followers!
Why the contradiction?

Bemourning the scourges of men
Humanity strives to speak but ...
Money, power and fame supercedes
When are we going to rise?

Hatred is begging to put on a smile
Laughter covers herself with rags
The future bleeps and sorrows
Can we revolt against the status quo?© Uzo
Liberation of the soul starts from upholding the tenets of true values.
Sally A Bayan Jul 2022
(Vous et moi)



I am....light,
i flicker not,
nor do i dim.
i am peaceful
as the waves of a river
on a summer day,
silent...fearless,
unshaken by events.
i am in a total calm.

I exist permanently,
and independently,
unaffected and
un-influenced
by outside forces,
i keep a close watch,
over my temple.

I am transparent,
hue-less,
yet...i acquire
the colors of
thoughts that
enslave the mind.

I fade not...i live on.
i am there on a lighted boat
sailing with you
while  struggling
through life's
troubled waters.

You have a silent,
constant dialogue with me,
that inherent energy,
dwelling inside you.

You are body,
i am soul,
“nous sommes un.”
  (we are one.)
  

sally b

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
SoAverage Dec 2021
Written by-So_Averqge

Bring the universe while I stand on standards of the deepest desires of wanting to erase the pain

          When the walls closed in on me
I came to the world unannounced
Premature baby that was breathing through the straws
Robots and aliens were born in the distant imagination

God the  challenges in life wreaked me emotionally

On a cliff believing in a God that hid his kingdom behind the clouds

          Behind the scenario  I was crying cracking from the pressure

The negativity based upon the laws of gravity

I was spoon fed ,I was chewing on coal

The Pheonix set the world set up the way to burn the midnight oil

Turn off  the lights ,the devil rises in dark and his army is dressed in stars

Sailors look towards the stars and some never found their way to the shore

                Dreaming of laying their lips  on the  soil that has not come in contact with salt water

No heros ever came
                      No extraordinary being to lift the weights of the world

Lucid dreaming  of cycling in the sky
Levitating  into the stars that crash and burn  up

The smoke will be inhaled  through the nostrils

  The dungeon dragon is shaking the chains loose , losing the burdens of being deemed a beast but in truth his a creature of the sky  judged by the knights fighting against the idea of true identity
#un
Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2021
In the currency of their love'
Could the world pay off;
Gamblers playing their luck?

Darling' we think we're,
Falling for each other:
But only in the effect of'
Falling dominoes.

Roses on your head'
Piercing thorns, sharp thoughts
As I do suppose;
You're open in light' of eyes,
Exposed to the Sun's dust:
Your hard heart; afraid to be'
In water, and turned to rust.

Why do we as kids'
Waste all the time of youth
Before we knew our fears;
And were pressured by peers?
Pressured to pursue this love.

As I only loved you'
Because I was told:
Said so, because it felt a role,
Playing each other in an act
Seen by eyes of those who couldn't;
Find anything close to love:
So they opted to find love in us.

All those fools;
Kids forgetting lessons'
Lessening their time in class.

I know now; I was never in love.
Maria Mitea Jun 2021
Who Told You

You call again, and you talk endlessly
In this house, we spend many nights
Night after night, night after night
You tell me that you are mine
Now you left first, stay where you are,
Do not call me, do not ask

Why you call, who tolled you
That I miss you
Who told you that I love you
Your shadow follows me
like a spell running after me,
running after me
after you left,

How many time I have to tell you
We are the unfortunate one,

Stop calling me, stop talking with me
My home is not your home
I want to forget, I want to
Forget your voice, there is nothing
Nothing we can share,
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