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xikay on April 13th, 2011

Whispers no longer suffice
Its time to pay the price
I’ll give it all to you this day
No matter what will or may
Continue reading I’LL PAY THE PRICE
xikay on April 10th, 2011
The battle is fierce It yieldeth much tears For we wrestle not they Who fall easy when we sway.
Their blows they rain down Blood bleaches our gown But they fight and prevail not For by his [...]
Read More WHOLE ARMOUR OF GOD
the land is bare, the men have gone to war silence takes the greeting at the door
time and again in the past some have gone here on these biers they were borne
so after the gun and the bullet [...]
Read More Widows of War
i am the son of my mother the child of my father
floating like a ship with no rudder in in this sea called life almost under the waves with which i strife my face raised to the [...]
Read More Me, Myself and I.
…for those who have lost a mother
my face is wet
and i know not yet
whether it be rain or tears
my heart beats
with spasmodic feats
is it anticipation or fear that bring this tears
i see through the blur
of [...]
Read More tears…
we have us only hope as friend and when he dies, then comes the end
they’ve come again to spit their words our self-crowned gold Lords what have we not heard are we not the gullible herd? their words [...]
Read More They’ve come, again…
they have come again to the track
familiar faces awaiting the pistol crack
and he that gets there first
shall soon have a puffed up chest
Continue reading The Race Begins Again…
xikay on March 13th, 2011
They sit in their clay thrones and peer down, human drones they throw muck and mock your words and poke at them with heated swords they leave the logs in their eyes and tear your precious words like mice [...]
Read More NS Ramblings5: “HEAR… from HERE you’ll get THERE”
xikay on March 12th, 2011
as the sun goes down, i sit with my pen
in the gloomy darkness of my den
there in the pot is the ink
all that’s left is for me to think
Continue reading NS Ramblings4: Of wR-Bees and Tees
i know a country
where wisdom is green like leaves on a tree
i know a place where words glint
like white diamonds with no tint
i know a wall where the prints of fingers
leave a trail of stains that lingers
Continue reading NS RAMBLINGS 3
Is my greedy heart shackled and sold To growing coins of burnished gold? Now the sounds of crowded coins Stirs tunes of pleasure in my loins. Is my hope built on wealth that bides Only like the ever changing tides? [...]
Read More IS MY HEART DONE SOLD?!
xikay on February 26th, 2011
50 cycles have come and gone 50 seasons under the sun Suns have risen and set Life and taunting death Strifing peace and gentle war [...]
Read More NIGERIA: how far we have gone (PART2)
xikay on February 25th, 2011
some say their vespers no louder than muted whispers and some scrape the vocal cords with scraping words rougher than the palms of the man who works our farms [...]
Read More WE PRAY AND WAR?
xikay on February 24th, 2011
The land that flowed with milk and honey
Forests green, sun sunny
Belles pretty lads strong
Sweet were words in our song
Tall was our humble pride
Wisdom was our teaching guide
Peace in hand, war in pouch
The gourd our plate, the mat our couch
To- their words were men bound
Till the six feet sojourn below the ground
Continue reading NIGERIA: how far we have gone! (PART1)
xikay on February 20th, 2011
…on the selection of a Northern Consensus Candidate The revered oracle has spoken After much offers, much token? And how my heart did tickle When I heard he said, “Ah-tee-koo!“They asked, “is the Oracle a swine
Drunken with strong wine [...]
Read More THE DESERT ORACLE
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