Dear man I call I wish I understood it all I wish you never did the crime I wish you believed in that time I wish the flesh was ever dead I wish that you never said I wish I was in that room I wish I saw you in that loom I wish you Read More ...―
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Our land is fading away Corruption has finish us all The people has lost faith The government has failed them all Given false hope and telling all such of things Now as we march on to modernization Reformation upon reformation Yet we say we are...―
We often wonder why souls need to incarnate on the physical plane when in their state of eternal bliss this can only be painful and difficult. Yet leave alone souls the Divine Essence itself does so as Avatar or as great beings. In the Gita it is...―
On those patchy laterites My fathers children used to stoop and squat White chalk painted eyes Like crescent moon emitting smiling light Sprinkled blood statues of sacrificial fowls Left about the places of scattered feathers Of chewed kola nut ...―
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 blood we are bought. Our loins are girded with truth, So...―
When God seems far Then He is really near Your eyes have just been veiled So you don’t see Him And your heart is misdirected So you don’t feel His presence. The devil primarily veil men’s eyes And so they turn their hearts from...―
On the lower Niger Where dwellers net for fishing Till and toil for cocoa yam Course with the river Dwell on the river bank Little hut thatched roof With narrow doors Small windows for The gentle evening breeze A land of green Where nature ...―
Sometimes, you’re good. Sometimes, you’re not. Sometimes, you’re ice. Sometimes, you’re hot. Sometimes, you care. Sometimes, you don’t. Sometimes, I leave Sometimes People alone. Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Blog,...―
The cord none see Not in blood Deep in heart Assured in sleep The bondage of blood Where has that motion lead you to? The refusal of those who flow with the rivers far from you The acceptance of those who you deem right or left Am I related to ...―
Your stupid games leave my heart a painful scar All its sweetness were siphoned like flower’s nectar It’s badly hurt and can’t be mended anymore And everything wouldn’t be all right like before Deeply scarred, can’t ...―
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