my emotions dread for peace
this space is so tight
I seem lifeless

why prickly numb and burning
are my toes writing a story
spare me a niddle to escape

For my fears are dead
Today I question life
Now I got my answer

Live today
Live today
Live today

(c) Olu Daniels -KUVAR

For seven  hours I was dead
Dead in my Luxury lord's bed
I did not care of weather or bread
Life Lynchs me, she's  so rude

I turned left to the wrath of hell
I must tell you, hell is already here
My flesh cozy  but my soul yell
This is the earth that we do share

I had said Kamar is nothing but a myth
I am twice correct But today we meet
Call the priest who collects my tithe
Should I be blind after I paid for sight

The poor man, honey do pour
His healthy heart in tattered coat
The rich man, stings do pour
His thorny heart in costly coat

I stole from myself, the truth
For I am blind of the lamb birth
I chose the Golden crown of earth
For I am sightful of the lustful fruit

I woke up to the man in the mirror
Tears roll his eyes while I smile
Seven hours and it was lemon without fresh lime
Sour and bitter saint of the carcass in the mirror
©Kuvar

I don't need a geographer
To take me round the world
I don't need a compass
To direct me south west east north
I don't need a sailor
To sail me in the dark light seas
I don't need a pilot
To fly me all way above the earth
Let me whisper the truth in your  ears
My lady is the world
Inside her is the map
She takes me round the world
She magenetizes me to the paths
She sails my heart through the storms
She flies my mind out of the earth
And she whispers the truth in my ears
You must travel round me my Love
(c) Kuvar

It made a Father a Woman  
It made a Mother a man
O death!
How unfortunate you are  
A winner of those who race in flesh
Doesn’t the soul mock you yet ?
©kuvar_

I found love in the *** of snow
Beautifully cut in snowflakes
Her pointy nose pokes my heart
Snuggled up so cozy and warm

She makes me rich with the gold in her hair
Mind-blowing filters in winter
Her ******* are timbres for the soul
Milky magnets attracting angels to Earth


Eyes of a dove engrossed in rose
Sputters silence out of a withered tongue
Her fleecy hands as feathers of dove
Gently Wipe away tears of wild fire

Rainbow treasures in her rolling tears
Her Voice wheeze out of birds in spring
Her breath is why air breathe
Sail eternal in the depth of her heart


And if I come when fire owns your soul
Unable to afford a yacht, I sail in a canoe
Seeking haven a survivor of your volcano
Will you take my hands despite I am coal?

- [ ] ©️Kuvar

Sometimes
Love is the only sacrifice
To make us
The monster
We must truly be
And those who never loved
Are no better
Than weaklings
©️Kuvar

The mirror is a story
Of a body with smooth scars
So it appears on smooth glass

The mirror is a story
Of a mind to remind man
Of his thoughts unforeseen

The mirror is a story
Of an heart of darkness
And the give and take of kamar

The mirror is a story
Of beauty and ugliness
For those with eyes to see

The mirror is a story
Of our past and our now
And of those lies we lie  

The mirror is a story
Of those who dine
At the corner of lost glory

The mirror is a story
Of a skeletally written matter
With an opportunity to wear death

©kuvar_

Today is not Christmas
But fireworks Crack in my heart
Today is not Sunday
But bells of worship ring in my heart
Today is not valentine
But candles lit up in my heart
Today that I know
That I am special
To someone special
Today like no other day

KUVAR

I woke up to an image of God
worried from bed of the phrase
That There is but one God
I hear the pastor and imam say
I serve the greater God
This is the only way to Heaven
I brood on this poo of faith
Why deficate in the minds of men
I am sure at least
There is but one me
When men sin against men
Backed up with a verse of belief
Swing and Stone away the world
The mischief of the good one
It wasn't faith who wronged us
Men needed an instrument of war
Faith happens to be the best of it all
And why has it been so successful
Shut your ears and listen with your breathe
Because there is but one God
And he can't save us all
For there is too many of us
Who refuse to believe
That there is but one God
© Kuvar

Old age taught me a forceful humility
That my spine bows to both men and trees
The wrinkles on my face sunk down my smile
Making it impossible to give a happy face
Hopeless of a grin since my teeth obituary
It is not about the dying body that you imagine
But the good young days I played away in the bin
This Rotten Crispy reward of a wayward youth
© Kuvar