Idiots with wisdom, stupidity with intellect Another man’s thought your claim to strength Formula for success but here bestows failure Great dreams, better visions, true error Necessity traded for luxury Now you can re-define misery For love wasn’t Romeo and Juliet who died young together But my grandpa and grandma who grew old together God … Continue reading Separate the real shit!
He was quite very old And always sits under the shade Of the old mango tree And watches as time passes by Yet I thought he will live forever Though his teeth are weak And nature has tattooed wrinkles on his skin His hairs are all gray And he carries a little hunchback Though he … Continue reading I Thought He Will Live Forever
Nothing but evil surrounding my thoughts Fog of sadness visiting my gladness Wishes of riches destroying my conscience So why I wonder, will I ever be free? Free from these thoughts of unsecured future Free from the wonders of unfruitful efforts Free from my struggles and unyielding upshots So I wonder, should I even be … Continue reading Hoping For Hope
Food to the soul, they say it is Some say it is art, Others see it as a melodious sound, Music means much more. To the weary, it’s comfort To the bound, it’s freedom To the unloved, it’s love To the lost, it’s a map For the broken-hearted, it’s hope For the forgotten, it’s a … Continue reading What is Music?
As edited by @chime221 There is a dimly lit narrow bush path that leads to heaven; may it not lead me to hell! There’s only one way in and one way out, Hands clamped, focus set, determined eyes on the journey of a thousand miles to sin, Sin is only a nomenclature! It’s your first … Continue reading The Dark Way To Heaven (chime221 Edit)
EXPECTATIONS ON A LOVERS NIGHT Is it you I have been waiting for Or should I check next door? They told me you were five-feet four but I see a short frame or is my sight dull? I want to believe I am not in for a fall but why do I see this sun … Continue reading Expectations Of A Stargazer On A Lovers Night
My grandpa is 100 years old His favorite hobby is relaxing on the veranda Under the prying eyes of the mid day sun He sits on his favorite cushion His walking stick taking a peaceful break by his side On the right side of the chair sits old Hitler his dog By dog standards, … Continue reading My Grandpa
The street, a place that is foolishly wise, yet wisdon gained. She never fails to educate; she discriminates not. She welcomes you and gives you a plot. The street a home to many The street a home to any The street is home to the homeless The abandoned, the disowned and the outcast. Giving birth … Continue reading The street
Wicked insects! Intruding visitors at night. When we’ve strived so hard in the day, Some with the head; Some with the pen; Most with the body; Just to survive at the partial market. The sun becomes friend with some bodies, Some bodies end up in intimate pain. The rod becomes friend with some heads, Some … Continue reading Wicked insects
the darkness feels like home dead both in heart and soul nothing now is nothing the still eyes and the blank mind the spark that was put out long before any struggle the fight that could not even surface as a dream the lifelessness of the gross material dust to dust ash to the sea … Continue reading Veil
I like them slim Like them simple Love them in casuals Slim and fit and adorbs Simple as they are attentive Attentive to me and world events In love with me, in awe of me Easily delighted, easily bored A reader of books and music Writer of poems, cuddly ones I like my man to … Continue reading How I like them
A creation that was made in perfection. A creation that now lives in tension. He has gone from imperfection to destruction. Destruction that has led to the fission of the, relationship between creator and creation. In perfection it was created. Inside perfection,imperfection existed, because without imperfection, perfection will never be stated. Its existence, exist in … Continue reading The Beast
I’d like to have a bruise. A broken nose, some missing teeth. Something to show. Something people can see. I’d like a big scar – right across my face One that makes people gasp and look away. I want something that shows the pain, Something that shows what it feels like Something that makes people … Continue reading Rippers Of Innocence
All you wey get dirti moni make you run go London or New York before he catch you! All you wey tink Government moni na ya pocket moni he go catch you! All you wey get Government position and tink say na ya papa house he go comot you! All of you … Continue reading Di General Don Come Back – Pidgin Prose
gushing from left to right I see it in its redness. Looking away I stagger and saunter into a field in my blindfold. Eyes now open I see me stepping on blood; whose blood I know not. Looking ahead I see a once vast arable land clothed in crimson. I wonder whose it was. Walking … Continue reading Aceldama