"gaurds" poems
Pour us more Palm-wine!
Said the groom as he stood
Mama sodiq, you sell the best Palm-wine in this village
Palm-wine! Palm-wine!!
Poured into the cup of my consciousness,
As I move through today, I call on you to give me
Thy guide as I dive into the storm of weaving waters
Ever since that day, blessed by the gods
When I met my Ajoke, at the òdún ìgęsún night
Adorn greatly with sweaty shaking breeded waist
Of the Omidans of our village
Bimpe! Kunle's resting stool,
The little mouse àlonpé from the village of Alarape,
With the help of mope, yours is not the matter of kowope.
Your intellect surpasses that of wole the head of the palace gaurds
Moving from one palm tree to another
Just to get my message to ajoke
Bode ògbójú ode
A rare friend whose great guns of words
Fired down enemies standing as storms
I pray you find true love with Dupe
Iya olu, thy words are divine
The milk of experience through which my suckle lips
Drill out knowledge from thy breast helping me
To solve the puzzles of life
I pray you live long to see thy grand child......
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
From the mobsters to the members
A hunter to a fur coat wearer;
A president and the people
Gaurds and peace seekers
Officers and rebels
Brown or yellow
White and black
What difference is there?
Are we not all in this together?
Breaking apart together?
Finding tiny joys to live for with one another?
Why is it so hard
to stop judging right from wrong?
To see the world in color
and be creative with out harm
harm to ourselves
and to those who are in this with us
no one is against us
only against themselves
still we choose to continue to defend ourselves
forgetting we are all people
experiencing the material body
fighting against illusions of image and standards
We are all here now
Still, why do we compare?
compete as if its fair?
what is fair?
We all want to be unique
and we are
but our 'uniqueness' must be worth more then "theirs"?
How does this make sense?
When its only taste is bare?
The separation and segregation
they say to compete is to grow
I say to support is to know
Support what is good
which is as broad as life.
Comparing seems to me
as an equal to shaming
is it not?
Or is it something only I have had to fought?
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
You my friend for you I fear your ship is sinking and land is nowhere near
Your ship is old and rather worn the air blows through, for your sails are torn
I hope you know where for repairs to seek for your chances of living are looking quite bleak
The water is deep up to your knee
The repairs cost a lot, a pretty hefty fee
But now I will explain to you, your crew you should know them they're all but new
This man is Eager he steers your boat
That's why for so long you were afloat
He steers in the way where his eyes seize And thats why for you sailing was a breeze
This man is Lie and this man is Hate
they both happen to guard the gate
In case you were wondering its the gate to your heart and they make sure to gaurd every last part
But also you know this is gate number two this gate gaurds Truth, he's locked up too
Every once in a while you let Truth out
But when you do he begins to shout
He shouts at your crew and all the evil they brew
This man is ******* he orders your crew
That's why there's nothing for you to do
This man is Self-Love he loves you most
That's why your crew does little but boast
You are in despair no hope for tomorrow
That's why your best friend is Sorrow
This man is Lust and this man is Fake
They both choose for what leaves to rake
They rake leaves or anger sadness and sorrow that's why for joy you must pay or borrow
The ocean is open few clouds in the sky
And yet to you I must wave good bye
A good bye forever for you have no hope
Your stuck going down, down the sadness slope
But look what's that, a man in the sky
With angles around praising Lord most high
Meet your Savior He's riding a cloud
Music praises Him with trumpets aloud
This man comes down whipes away your tears You've been away a great many years
He clears your ship gives you a new crew
He makes it so you're no longer blue
He knows what is right.
So He clothes you in white.
He shows He has strength to overthrow sin. You sit there and wonder "what is this might?"
This strength comes from God who rules over all. He'll make sure into sin you don't fall.
So now with
Christ by your side
You walk stride by stride
Have faith in all this and remember His love,
remember in Heavan His presence above.
But above all remember this
Your greeted with a kiss
And not just by those who passed before
but also by Christ and angels
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
Elders from ancient times
Gifted with hardy skin
And cleansing hands.
They tower above to scrape at wisps of floating rivers.
Their sentinel gaze watches over horizons we have yet to behold.
Guardians,
From unseen omnipotent forces,
Shelters
For weak and humbled.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
I dread
The thought of a red shirt
Once white
This causes
Caution
And curiousity
Cure me or ****
I question
All this
A result
Of a swift kiss
From
A blade raised
WIth
Intent to rip
My hand gaurds
But not good enough
Rough cuts
Rust remnants
Proved to be as infectious
As
Addiction to infliction
Like
Picking sores
With ***** nails
Get well
Soon becomes a cliche
With no meaning
The reason
For bleeding
Is only to stain
Sustain the pain
Then it leaves
It's mark
Like a scar
Carved art
Like a tattoo
More like
A love wound
Worst than
Love lost
Hurts worse than
The sight of a hearse
More like
The feeling of hurt
What's worse?
Getting your heart broken
Mine was butchered
And sewn back
Poorly patched
With bent needles
Needless
To say
They were
Bathed in a bottled
Labeled with
Cross-bones
Posion
I need less to say
And I say,
"I hate you!"
I'll condense to
"Hate"
Because thats all I have
For you
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 3:30 PM UTC
We've lost weight,
and our faces are pale
to hide our aim,
we protect the ace,
with the strength of our mase,
they said we shouldn't talk
Just some minutes to eight,
Pure water and cigarattes,
Not so much at stake,
like a dozen empty crates,
waiting for a bait,
but they said we shouldn't talk
We stood next to the gate,
and five men approached us,
with conspiracy theories
that made our heads burst,
out flowing with disgust and distrust,
but they said we shouldn't talk
They said,
hope for Gods grace,
Like the coperate slaves,
big ties and long sleaves,
or banshee wailing upon hills,
this is pure craze!
we are gaurds of this gates
and you say we shouldn't talk?
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
Everyday that goes by, his heart gets a little weaker. we used to joke that he didnt have one, now he actually wont.
his voice used to resonate through the house, rattling the walls and slamming the doors. we used to joke that we’d be better off if he’d run out of breath, now he actually does.
some days i try not to breath so i can feel what he feels when hes gasping for air. fear clogs my throat and blocks my vision. im not sure if its fear for him or for myself when hes gone.
ive been spoiled since birth, never having to put anyone before myself growing up, always getting my way. now i know what i want most of all out of everything in my life but the only response i hear is the yelling and stomping of my tantrum attacks, god looking at me and saying see you cant always get what you want.
In times of crisis i always retreat into myself, finding shelter in my thoughts and words. This time though, theres no solace in my mind, only panic and hopelessness making me want to escape. The voices get loud and they shout what if, what if, what if. A 50/50 chance isnt a lot to hang on to and everywhere i grasp my hand comes up empty. Trust isnt my strong point and i cant trust a possibility.
Im afraid one day ill get a letter titled “mesages from beyond” and each one will say “you couldve done better”.
Im looking for something like hope but every corner i turn is silent and dark. The quite used to relax me but now it surrounds me, all i can hear is the echo of my voice.
The fort i built around myself is crumbling at a fast pace, all my gaurds betrayed me leaving me when i needed them most. winning this war looks unnattainable by myself, how do you win when the enemy can only be defeated when the person you want to save is deafeated too?
The only letter i want to get is one saying “you did the best you could”.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
Sleeping faces
Sleeping thoughts
Therefore an escapee
Of what nature wrought.
Standby callers
Standby gaurds
Full length mirrors
That fall in shards.
Extra hairpins
Extra sticks
Girls that won't
Pet dogs with ticks.
Walls of iron
Walls of glass
Men that will never
Deal with class.
Pride in you and
Pride in me
Who shall succed?
We soon shall see.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 6:11 PM UTC
Standing in the wind
wishing I could start agian,
but yet
I relize I can't.
I try to get up, or move, or walk,
but yet
I relize I can't.
Now they come to
terrorize me agian.
They grab me by the arm
and take me away once more.
But yet,
I dont undersand why.
They take me underground
to see their high master.
So they can decide my fate once more.
He took one look,
and smiled his evil smile,
and told the gaurds
to do the extreme to me.
I cry,scream, and try to tear my way out,
but only in my mind.
Because i relize
if I did it outloud,
I would surely die.
But yet,
something still came out
of my mouth once more.
Now the king
told them to do the extreme
plus more.
Now I've done it.
I've killed myself today.
I will not be able
to breath or live for another day.
They take me away
to where they will **** me today.
So now I wait
for my fate to come,
and start to pray.
They start to beat me,
and throw me agianst the rocks.
But I relize,
I do not feel any pain.
I feel strength growing
in my arms
and start to think
I can live another day.
But before they hit me agian,
a light shines.
It takes away
every drop of darkness
in the world.
A person comes down,
tells me to stand back,
and starts to fight
agianst them.
They flee in fright,
because of what is in their sight.
I really dont know why they ran,
but yet
I relize I didn't see the face of the man.
He turned around
and I instantly relized
this wasn't any ordinary man.
This was the lord, my savior,
the ruler of the light.
I could not beleive my sight.
He takes my hand,
and asks me to walk with him.
Then he takes me
out of here
to never go back agian.
He lifts me free,
and I am forever faithfull to him.
He takes me to his kingdom
where I am forever free.
To walk
and talk
and live worry free.
I can finally be in a greatfull peace.
I reize now,
I can finally start agian once more.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
Swimming in grey
Drowning in red
Nothing seems real
Just a haze,
A smear of color's
mear pictures passing by
Surrounded,
By nothing more then empty vessels
Nothing more then hollow souls
One after another
Dead eyes & pale skin
Gaurds watch,
Eagle eyes scanning
Restraints & syringes at hand
Ready to pounce as we stand
All in line
A shuffle to the next fix
The glazed eyes
The cool calmness
The deafening silence
Water cups passed around
2 pills in hand
Cold and dead to it all
Its all routine
Swallow, drink, repeat
Another day
Another dream
Another thought
Lost, wasted, silenced
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
I looked down through the railings
Still slick with black storm rain
Windows blown open
And showers are pouring down
Watching the drops
I can hear the gears humming behind the walls
Cold against your skin
Workers climb here and there like spiders
Reaching into the greasy pipes
Turning bolts and creaking cans of oil
In the marble lobby of an old museum
With a golden chandelier
And lamps with hot lightbulbs
An old security gaurds shoes
Tap down the stairs
Asleep by the door in a pile of blankets
"Hey kid, move along"
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 12:23 AM UTC
You were playing with your hair
Then that perfectly woven bunch came undone
You saw me see you struggle to fix it
I smiled - You smiled back
Then I started laughing - awkwardly
I laughed so hard a bubble of **** escaped.
Then you joined me in laughter
We laughed so hard
To the point where all gaurds were down
Then our eyes interlocked
And almost immediately we looked away
As if it never happened
We both knew
Our hearts belonged to another
But in that stolen moment
We lost our hearts.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
There once was a king who stayed in a castle
He loved story tellers and listened to them often but mostly at night. sometimes before bed they kept him awake. the story tellers always kept him wondering what happened next so he never stopped listening.
If a story didnt have a happy ending he would have the story teller banished to the dungeon never to be seen again, true or not its time to believe them. he didnt allow them to tell stories of faiding species, the hardships of surviving.. Here.. and how we are all doomed eventually. He only liked stories about books written by ancient deciples, Wounds being healed, lovers meeting from past lives and infinite impossibilities. Those stories with the least evidence most easy to believe.
Some days the king corrected his story tellers “no no no its like this. I’m the king and i know how it goes” he said, “anyway you like your highness” spoke the story teller. The king realized the story made no since so he sent the story teller to the dungeon and asked for a new teller. The dungeon door opened to reveal all the lost story tellers had become ghost on there way to take the king to the dungeon. He tried to ask his gaurds to protect him but they disappeared along with all of the tellers he had in his castle, and he was doomed to spend the rest of his days in the dungeon incased in a dark void of silence
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
There's a reason why
Its called the concrete jungle
When the crossing gaurds whistle
And the trains rumble
But nothing brings out
The similarities more
Then sitting in a tunnel
And hearing a car's roar
Or sitting in a tunnel
And hearing the howl
Of six police motorcycles
In a motorcade prowl
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
Her eyes are the window of a soul
Where only the white thoughts spring
And they look, as the eyes of the angels look,
For the good in everything
Her lips can whisper the tenderest words
That weary and worn can hear
Can tell of the dawn of a better morn
Till only the cowards fear
Her hands can lift up the fallen
From an overthrow complete
Can take a soul from the bottom of sin
And lead it to christ's dear feet
And she can walk wherever she will
She walketh never alone
The work she does is the master's
And god gaurds his own
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC