Every battle of a warrior
is riddled with confused
noise!

The garment of a warrior
is rolled in blood!

When the bricks are falling
down,  a warrior builds
with hewn trees

When the sycamore are cut
down, a warrior replaces
them with cedar

In the lifting of the smoke he
burns down wickedness
and its fire with stout heart

Certain in certainty, the trees
in the wood  bow to the
warring winds in the battle of a
warrior!

Warrior sings upfront in
victory and for victory,
standing determined on
the mountain of courage
and faith, dutifully
worshipping on the altar
of fearlessness and glory.

The snow is falling rapidly
The white wind is blowing
The lonely wolf dies
But the pack survives!

Ego will go
       but
humility is an
      abiding
great tree of life!

My season is in
season

My boom is in
bloom

And my petals of glory
explodes in
transcendental beauty
from
glory to glory!

Hallelujah!

I am a City
    planted on
        seven mountains


I am a Lily
   planted by the
             river side

Shooting forth
       the glory of
           God to eternity!

Walking in the furrow of a
a black night,
a brilliant sunny dawn rush
in in winds armada, smashing the congealed acidic cold of dubious clouds of the tyrant skies.

Then a wild wide smile, in a
wafting voice, fluttering with
bouts of excitement, on the earth
swollen face, raining down in gush
of balm of healing and love from
the celestial splendor , drowning
us in cherubims and Seraphims.

I make a giant stride
on the sun's face and
walk barefooted
on acres of burning
coals to make a slave
of the scourging power
of generations .

I ride on the moon to
catch the pleasure of
the running away
beauty and harvest the
rumbustious golden dawn
of the radiant rainbows.

Then ten witches of Endor
kidnapped me in exchange
for ten pieces of silver
but​ left thousand
and one witches dead
in my white flame!

An apple of truth is gold in
pictures of silver  when
planted in the soil of time.

A tree of truth planted
bears eternal fruits and
tree of wickedness spreads
for a season and dries up.

Truth may be stunted in
the beginning but an oak
it turns in the end.

Wickedness spreads like a
wild bay at dawn
but its death comes like
a thief in the night.

Love again on the beach
But the ***** is on the beach
Trading obscenity in impunity

Sin running in glut of shame
Desecrating holy land in gory gullies
And raging fury in bland colors

The earth wriggles in pain as
She labors in the maternity ward
To birth glory in glory for the glory

Love again on the beach?
The ***** must expire on the beach
For the earth to have true love.

Rivers of tears flowing
In the furrow of afflictions
Bringing in sheaves of
Uncommon harvest
In unusual glory.

Weep  not on this
Fiery  field of labor
Bountiful harvest
Is yours to come in glory

Till you know tears
Are the seeds of great harvest
I bid you not farewell!

Nothing but
        sadness
             and joy!

Nothing but
       empty
            and fullness!

Nothing but
        defeat
             and victory!

Nothing but
        shame
            and glory!

Nothing but
         hate
              and love!

Yes! This world, a complex
tapestry of a voluminous sky
of admixtures, running realities
and illusions in endless rivers
of a weird apparition of a continuum!

Probe the robe
That robes the robe
With robe of rottenness

It's dark already
Obscene ugly sky in gory night
Coming in flood of tragedies

We must probe the robe
That robes the robe
With robe of blood.

Love flowing unlimited
In the illimitable power
Dwelling in immortality.

Above the darkest night
Love towers in victory
Exploding glory in glory

Love, the highest power-voltage
Devouring hate and its impurities
Love, the paragon of virtue.

O love come and dwell in me
That I may declare your glory
In this world of hate and jealousy.

They gorge out the eye of the world
And put the earth in gory black night

They scrambled in blood for blood
And partition the world in iniquity

They rule as terror mindless dictators
Removing clothes from the naked

They make this world so hard​
Making people to feed on hunger

Will judgement ever come?
Will justice ever visit?

Arise against the buffeting winds
Arise against the burning hell

I know the sun'll appear in diadem
Our day'll come on wings of glory.

I seek the deepest blue sky
and find it on my wings

I will never perch on the
rest- trees

till I possess the
impossible skies

till I become the moon and
the stars and the sun

till I conquer the flaming
mountains

till every  want
is buried in eternity
  
till my age becomes clearer
as noonday and ageless as
water

till I shine forth as morning
in eternity of emerald-gold!

i'm a poem in
the golden poetry of
the poet.

he planted me
in his garden of
an open flowers,
dazzling the world!

yes! i am a page in
his golden book,
glorifying the glory!

no character
no form!

void of goodness
full of evil!

convincing me
to buy a refrigerator
without a door
i told them it's not wise
they asked me to use curtain
I said no way!

beasts of no gender
men without heart
everywhere spreading
like harmatan fire

who will tame the shrewd?

who will give heart
to the beasts of no gender?

at the break of the dawn
the dusk dawned, *****,
overshadowed, and devoured​
the golden splendour of the
morning.

trees of darkness appear from the
silhouettes of the sky, skedaddling
beyond the eyes, destroying the
visage of the holy sun

and the dawn breaks through with
the offering of a thousand sacrifices
consuming the deep darkness,
rolling sapphires​ into emerald with
the light of a gold-diamond.

thought i have possessed
the world when i hosted the
globe on my expansive palm
                    only
to realise it's a dream at midday
shooting pleasure guns at my   shadow!

it's not over till
it's​ all over!

dare the devouring
clouds and move
through to the other
side for​ gold emerald.

courage and faith will
never never fail unless
you give up.

not over until it's all
over.

the dark black clouds
will not endure!
  
give up not on your
mountain! see the
rainbow and sun
beyond the ominous
clouds.

I called roaringly like
a hungry lion looking
desperately for meat
to survive.

I demanded for my meat
to survive in this wilderness
of world of wants and plenty

And His favor came tumbling
down in waterfall of glut of supply
on the cliff of amazement, shooting
down fear in glory of signs and
wonders.

The Almighty is mighty in His
mightiness, working wonders
in the midst of the Earth. He is
Jehovah, the One that  is more
than enough!

I'm writing on the
pages of the Earth
to the wretched of
the earth, my love, for
them to be free.

I know freedom
comes not free
without any​ iota
of fight springing
from knowledge.

You must fight for
your freedom which
is kept in jail of the
oppressors.

Think of it, I lament
my people who are
beginning to appreciate
their chains!

Freedom must come to
the wretched of the Earth!

Writing on the pages of the
Earth is to free the oppressed
of the Earth,

And this, my supreme task!

Time was when
the glorious sun
was blazingly
hovering over
our horizon,
shooting harvest
in booming guns
into
the festive skies,
roaring
ferocious thunder
into
the clapping seas
of
beatific glory.

Time was when
ballards
of wailing virgins
drenched us with
ravishing love,
with heaven choruses
in unison and earth
felicitating in
revelvery

Now the sky is sky dry
Wet sky come to dry
away this dry dry sky

Our hope and help
will not be forlorn as
we drive through hail
and snow, halcyon
  bountiful days of
harvest'll come from
our Helper, the LORD.

The turning is turning
in the turning to the
turning in whirlwind...

turning to gold in glory
and diamond in emerald

It's here in sublime concrete
reality and never in unknown
identity and its shadow!

Countless acres of diamond
And gold is your mind!

Countless acres of diamond
And gold is my mind!

Tell the world the truth
Tell the world the word
Tell the world the secret

The mind of a man
Is more fertile than
The Ukraine black soil
Tell the world the secret

Tell the world the word
The treasure is the treasure
Treasure the treasure
Cultivate the treasure
With purity of thought
With good imagination

Sow good seeds of imagination
Sow good seeds of thought
On your mind soil
And your harvest come
Tell the world the word

Your World is your Word
Sown on soil of your mind
Tell the world the word
Tell the world the secret
Tell the world the truth.

Unkind to himself
         and                        
to his glory
          is
  a pugilist who
         is  
kind to his adversary
        in
the boxing ring.

O baby give me the kiss
Of life and kick the dark
Bile out of my kitchen.

The air here is bitter, come
With your brook's honey
And sweep away the broodiness
In my aching palpitating heart
In this inglorious season.

It's dark dreary night, let your kiss
Bring the crystal day to the ravaged
Chambers of my bewildered soul.

O baby, come with holy kiss
And sentence me to
Life imprisonment in your
Sacred love orchard that I
May be forever free.

Her love fumigated
            my
soul and healed me
            of
    my    heart aches
           and
  took away plaguing
            cobwebs.

The Word created
the world.

Poets live on words
to create the world.

Poets gluily married
to words to give the
world as snail
and the shell!

The mystery of the
world is in the
womb of the
poets.

Poets carry pregnancies
in voluminous words,
awaiting delivery
to the world in
unfolding mystery.

Words in thunder born
in thunder by poets
in thunderous season
live forever in thunder!

i am a sentence
without a verb,
conversing with
the wild world in
unknown words,
creating intelligent
world with words!

i am the eye of
the sun  

i see  the world
beyond the
black darkness

calling to glory
the sunrise and
the sundown

bringing darkness
to shameful defeat

blessing the world
with sublime beauty

in this love enterprise
i am the uncommon
favor in the uncommon
story, running rivers
in  uncommon course.

No star without
its scars!

No rose without
its thorns!

No birth without
its blood!

No day without
its night!

No crown without
its cross!

The moon loses
its glory without
darkness!

Baby, best of love
comes from the
oven of hell to
sit in the palace
of morning glory.

Nothing good comes
without pain and
pangs of trials
and tribulations.

Baby, we are very
close to the dawn
of morning paradise.
Chase away the dark
clouds of this devouring
night.  

Let the love eagle fly
to glory on the mountain
of hope and courage
and uncommon
expectations, baby!

i must keep you
in my arms
to keep you
away from the
arms of harm.

baby,  as the sun
rotates on its axis
and moon in it's orbit
without failing, so
you'll remain fixed
in my heart.

your heart is my earth,
even if the earth dies in
its heart and the words
of the world drop into
the abyss of death, your
love is etched in marble
on the table of my mind,
which no storm can wipe
away.

remaining always most
sincerely yours ,  love!

Life, a garland of fury
in an uneasy head, harvesting
diadem of victory.

It's time to take stock in a life
full of fury, sandcastle building
and counting in sandstorm,
yet laying golden eggs in
the heaps of troubles!

Century upon century
millennium upon millennium
life defined by some as mere
hunted castle in stalked history
or dead living story!

Life, a wheeling infinity
harvesting profundity of
love and hate in emblems
of glory and gloom
fantasies and realities
troubles and deliverances!

Life, boundless Abyss
where all things rise and fall!

Life, a psychedelia
in psychedelic drugs?
Maybe!

Hot words in polemics
Sweeping away reason
In season of confusion.

Can we have our courage
To keep our song singing
To bring home our melody
in sheaves


Let the sun of freedom
arise and take away the
darkness afflicting us at dawn.

Ephemeral is life
Insecure is its tenure
Like the breath of a buffalo
In wintertime, it roars and gone
Like shadow, it is gone with sunset
Like flower, it fades away
Like grass, it withers away
Life, a flash of a firefly!

Greenfield far far away
In droves luring Africans
Across the foaming flames
Through the Sahara hell
Scaling the stormy Sea.

The sheep in droves
Galloping across the desert
Taking risk in risk, hoping
Till every breath of wants
Dies in want of want.

Many have died
Some are dying
Many will still die
Tell me not why!

Humanity in high flames
Burning in crimson clouds
Coming to outlandish rainbow!

The dead dead!
Would they come back?
To bite the hunchback
Hounding the donkey's back
In search of the greenery​.

Sitting round
The fire of love burning
The harmattan blowing
With explosive sparks
In gunpowder season
Consuming hate season.

The season of love
Is in season running
Love in rivers
Tumbling on plateau
In waterfall of glory.

Her life,  a most beautiful poetry , never written in black and white by the finite hands, but too bold on the shore of  immortality to be washed away by the waves  of eternity.

I am not the dusk!

I live in immortality
I sleep in immortality
I rise in immortality.

I am not the dusk!

My words are pure
On eternal marble
Bringing down
House of falsehood.

I am the dawn
Not the dusk
I live in immortality
Declaring His glory.

These memories beat inside me
like a second heart, refusing to
wipe off from the screen​of time
and space.

On the life bed I stir and memories
rise out like buzz of flies from ugly
rotten carcass.

These memories are worst than bullets as they fly with loquacious
indifference and propensity and
hitting in ferocious speed, deadlier
than death.

At  times it's a black night punching with cruelty. Other times it's a white night occupying my space. I never forget the rainbows that ravenously came to eat up the dark nights.

These memories are of peakcock
significance and at times they are
of wolves​ significance.

Burden of memories! Burden of history! Why coming without my permission and afflicting like the ancient Egyptian plagues?

Don't know what to say but
I open my mouth and I
fill the void!

I know what to say but
my mouth remain glued to the wall and could not utter a word but
deplete the words already on the
marble of the world!

There's​ no clouds in the air and it's raining torrentially, swelling the ocean into boisterous rage!

The air is saturated with moisturing clouds of lightening and thunder and we are not having rain!

Who can understand the Mystery ruling as King?

I know when Time'll come it'll reveal the secret behind the deep dark apparition tormenting  the season.

Give me your heart
That I may have hat
On my heart.

It's love carnival
In love festival
In  love fever.

With your love mirror
I can see the infinity
In the house of dignity.

Let's celebrate our love
In this season of love
In the infinity of love.

On hitting the abyss, I stumble on gold
of inestimable diamond-emerald.

Tell them not, if at all you know the secret of my treasure in the treasure.

I know I have amazing fortune of
priceless cyclopean value to
mesmerize many generations into lulabies of the unknown.

I know only the deep calls to the deep!

From the ocean of time
runs the aridity of time.

Fool dies​ thirsty
in amidst of waters.

From the aridity of time
flows the ocean of time.

In paradise lives hell
In hell lives paradise.

Joy flowers and blooms
In the garden of sorrow.

Let good choice
Runs your life's​ race
For a profitable end.

Oh! Choice the king!

Call me wise
Because I say
Common sense
Is not common.

Is it not folly
To think common sense
Is common?

Ellipsis filling the void
In season of folly
Who can understand?

Tell the world
Common sense
Is not common!

Come on
Common sense
Is not common!

in a bistro
understanding
on knowledge stands
in unity of obedience
dining with wisdom
three we were!

community powers in conclave
powers in sobriety
probing discourse
of three enterprises
sun invitation in colors
rainbow shooting ideas
into whirlpool of questions
stars fathoming answers
in prodigy of time in queer season
three we were!

I woke up at dawn
To see the oppressed
Losing their oppression
From their oppressors
As the oppressors
Vanished into hell fire.

Chains broken
Liberty freed
Freedom in royal joy
Cascading on the cliff of glory.

Oh! Darkness
Where's thy sting
Oh! Oppressors
Where's is their venom
When light triumphs?

I look at the face of the sun
With impunity I dare the sharks
And I challenge  lions to a duel.

I'm married to faith and courage
To explore and exploit life's mines
And bring down the glory in fire.

Bringing morning to life's ​night
Illuminating the face of the world
Adorning this divide with glory,
My life and my struggle!

In the whole world
There's no world where
The world is a whole!