I will be here, I will be here, amdist all I will be here,
For a day to a month, let the year Show the rhythm,
I will be here for you knew me,
Out of nothing to something..
Even when am judged and marked..
I will be here...


I will be here through the timeline
When voices less unknown speak for me...
I will be here when I justified silence to be my punishment for aquitance.
Where the bee and the honeycombs dispare.
I will be here when I took the will and mantle..i know who I am to no avail...
I will be here casting my lot on fair reasoning.
I let myself fall on the petals of red rose.


I will be here  because I choose to be the judge's verdict.
I will be here when Silence burried my voice casting the scorn on me.

I will be here because of you,us and them, sharing a piece of literature while I let posterity judge.

I will be here for long even time might stop for my sake.
I see myself as a valley flowing along the Bermudian..

Oh cast my stone down the mountain for then my thoughts would rest, for thy table are filled with oester and leashes to welcome me.

I have no reason to say a hearty tone, I have more reason to drown on the mountain top, for whoever judges is fair. The wisdom of Solomon and the thought of pharaohs

God bless my thoughts pure and gentle



I remain a son of today, tommorow and forever.

The Vail of heaven opens and the dew of oasis falls, no pain and gain, the parallel world of diacotomy.... Let my dictionary judge me...

I ponder on an obscure universe, while we blow in the vain of the Talibans.
So you plague  my future with your fault, I do believe  my vessel are thick and powerful, fire and brimstone.

Literally hear my voice while you crack a prank,while listening to my voice from a tripod,the villain came in summer.

I live powerful with my universal blessings,even your young 'pirates' wouldnt hold in,i came from above, I kept watching ,I bring blessings to all.

I wish we looked ahead,the voice of the voiceless, a mirage we all know well ,regardless I bowl in a million Silence let the crowd talk... Let the few assume.

Do not live my life it's hot and boren
Do not wish I swing pin and Paul,
Do not wish my throat were dried from my thoughts that drown my chin,i wish I were younger to change what I have become ..a masquerade on the ledge...
Be as my binary fill with even numbers match.. for you wouldn't understand, free from a cage..catched by your eyes
I find myself in the middle of two walls, one on epifany the other on dialogue,
You bleed me dry from your work and  sweat...
I please all but myself ..now I am pleased no more ..
I clap and you dance... Strange sounds of my land
A drum on a stick with a pack of frankincense
You beg me for unbelievable understanding when thy good dispises me..
Amitu the palm wine tapper was once a farmer so you said..
I will stay quiet till I meet you that day where the scorns and chains rebel for freedom....

Lead by the wild,
Mother Nature,
Our Tradition leads..
Amidst variance we are almighty
Made from the cavings of the supernatural,

From earth to the woods
We bowl to the furnace of Ogogi
I imagine thy presence for thy breath was drizzling...
Energy of thunder, rage of Olympus.. Figurine return

The vain of lightening...
Yet you permit and admit
For I didn't ask for fire or will
I asked a thoughtful questions..

I live in you even if you hold me in your hands..
I will place you on the alter of Sacraments..
I would watch thy supremacy bowl to God

The lord is mighty.. He that made thy image in his likeness... will thread with
Valor

Down to the Biblical era . .we were looked upon, down to oblivion time wouldn't depart.
Drawn out from a rib...we made them(women)
We were meant to be listened to
We were meant to be understood..
We aren't the Almighty but we were made gods to rule the earth
When a voice becomes so high we ask who made you...its not my portion if destiny made me a king...
It only put you beneath me..
Its understanding that we soul to soul wonder the earth to a Vail and mount of wilderness....
I feel strange amidst thy sight
When you make me what you ought to behave like..
I keep the stings to feel what you go thorough.. But you do not feel my pain for thy cross is heavy and my Borden light

Sort out thy irony and veteran a way to hope and epidermal wisdom
When you feel your world would be blue with understanding...

Once a dream begging for freedom
now a reality begging for liberation
The pigment of black civilization
Wealth is a meal prepared with the tears of the privileged

I see as far as i am,
buried in the ashes of poor growth,
A tale of the nagger stays short,
were illiterates speak with a loose mouthpiece,
were i live with my hands on my head,
My Soul to mouth,
A day for a knife and bread,
Another for the morn of sweet,

I see  graduates asking for a clocks,
As the future is now,
Make hail they say because the sun stopped shinning,
for my lamp is short of oil,
Just like in Xenadu- kubla khan said it flows but my vision is dull now,

Change is when you have changed,
For is there no morals for being different,
A preacher is as good as his book of salvation,
For his follower would soon build a tower of stone against his WISDOM

When we don't live with caution,
We live in vain,
When we stray with Anguish we pay in coins,
We didn't mean it off words,
We only played with our silence.


I really can't blame you even do its my fault,
I ran all through while you walked,
When you fell I didn't notice,
Less you voice was speechless,
Walk oh priest of evaluating valour,

For thy blame would save me less I fall