Run to the Garden,
there lies some harps With melodies so cool
that makes nature's hand's ignite our thoughts.

Run to the stream,
there we search for sweet waters
to retire our feelings
and refire our thinkings.

Run to the desserts,
there we find rough stones and big rocks.
Beneath the hardest rock
Shines the greatest luck.

Run to your mind
Embedded there are treasures untapped.
Run to your heart
For it overflows with stories untold.

Beneath the faces of Jasper
lies some rough clay.
Inside the darkest coal
we find gold refined.

Within each stormy phase,
lies a sleeping node.
Around every peaceful road,
We hear chants of warfare.

In every broken villa,
stands a fence too high to scale.
In every fortified garrison
Lies too many vaults that can be penetrated.

The mightiest pens,
use the smallest hands.
The smaller heads,
wear the biggest crowns.

The tree dance to the rhythm of the wind,
The gentle breeze from the east caress me.
Fascinated by the ambidexterity of nature,
I began to venerate my best friend.

Bleeding and bereaved I was the first day we met,
Trapped in the net of frustration I could only lament.
You came to my house as a lamp curing my darkness
And penetrated my heart with volatile sweetness.

As i watched you smile with the precision of divinity,
You built in me memories as tall as infinity.
I learnt to escape realities grip,
As you taught me how to dream.

You walked in the shadow of my mind
And put a sunshine in my smile.
You dived into the river of my tears,
And whispered comforting words in my ear.

The mountain is just a hill,
the oceans are like the streams.
Its just the depth and height,
That set the paces right.

Learn to work till it hurts,
Strive to reason even when you are weary.
Though some problems may look witty,
There is no obstacle that can limit the willing.

Hard work *****,laziness spoils.
Choose your lot and set your worth.
Don't be scared as you mix with people.
Swallow your pride but don't be feeble.

The truth be said we will love some people,
And their smiles will make our hearts fickle.
Don't loose them in a moment of weakness,
Cause you never can tell who will be your fortress.

Sleeping,dancing,working,playing.
Let us strive to do our hearts bidding.
Just like the stone that falls in water makes some ripples,
Those who strive to please people end in disputes.

I want to be free,
Old sages tell me it goes with a fee.
I go on my knees and ask for the key,
They tell me to learn from what i see.

The bird is free to roam the sky,
But they aren't built to swim like the fry.
The fishes are free to swim in rivers,
But they can't touch the sky.

The rivers are free within it's bank,
to flow randomly across its path.
The sun is free to smile with style,
As long as its remain in its track.

Freedom can make you high,
When it does just take a chill.
Freedom goes with a fee,
Eureka! the price is just to know yourself,set your limit and drive your wheel.

It rained cat and dogs,
The terrain was marred with mud.
Atlas my crew had arrived Warri in a bus,
My joy at the moment knew no bound.

I alighted with ecstasy,
My mind engulfed with fantasies as i made few calls to my Bestie.
We both began to search for each other desperately,
As we defied the rain tirelessly.

After some futile attempts we finally caught ourselves.
Twas like a dream come true though it didn't come cool.
Atlas we meet again!

You walked towards me like a queen from the sky,
My hearts skipped several beats as i was raptured in moments divine.
As we watched each other smile,
Nature had no choice than to slow down time.

Those speechless seconds where like blood stains in the blue sea that refused to be eroded by time,
The connection in those shy eyes and broad smiles where stronger than ocean tides.
The radiance from our happy faces where like gold sparkling in fire.

Lost for words but we still had to talk,
Though we were drenched by the rain we couldn't abstain from its reign.
You called relentlessly till we found our way.
We walked together till we got a shelter.

Oh! what a wonderful day.

Sitting together we watched the choir,
Sing happily like a soldier about to retire.
During the message we were busy with our jotters writing like scribes from yonder to the dictates from order.
Once a while we stole stares at each other.

Message is over and my bus about to go,
I wish i could sing a parting song but it was time to go.
Moment gone, memories shone as we waved goodbye with sincere smiles.

If I could live forever,
I would still strive for more medals.
If I could write in time,
I would love to engrave my writings in the hearts of men.

The mountains stand forever,
Don't tell me they don't quaver.
My feelings stay eternal cause am in love with historic medals.

Together is not forever.
Leaves will always wither,
Ice melts even in winter.
Stem and branches will not always be together,
Those who doubt can ask Mr timber.

If we think we can be mighty,
Let us fight but don't get *****.
Those who read will become legends.
Inspiring lines live forever.

He who speaks lives for a while,
he who writes lives in time.

After time has past
and a thousand years has come and gone,
Someone somewhere will pick up your work like a scribe from the sky and blend to the rhythm of your pen like young men from the west to the tune of Kayne west.
Then you will realize  your effort wasn't in vain and that the joke of fate didn't tamper with your taste.
You will then begin to live again.