The wails of a goddess comes with heated heat & excitement / that causes stings / a symptoms of Gonorrhea / but with the right boot "Goals no rare"
To those who long my goddess with me / i send loads of love to fall on you / I'll continue to chest your arrows for I be Drogba / no matter how skilled you're " A le ri draw gba"
They say chelsea owns the blues / you're just An Everton with stripped white lines / you can't lead the blues / i own the blues with it reggae
Every dawn comes with love / but Friday class with barrister tu / hatred - hissess - sudden projects - open test /I cheat / my babe cheat to
After the stress / I come to love the earth with a good soul / sit on the lyrics of Dior with pop smoke
I'm Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare that's my ID / not Ìdòwú / don't call me ID
I'm a poet / i do poetry / branches bend for me when I'm tired of the summer / that's the poets tree
I return a song of tribute to father Shakespeare / i just murder lines i don't shake spears of poets /they've bars to
I've sealed all the madness of love that dwells in me
COYB
R.A.D
Rodriguez
Allan
Doucoure
The new modern day Holly Trinity
Thank you
Mr Fantastico
Sir Carlo Ancelloti
Liverpool's real people's club
are back baby
And we bleed Royal Blue
not red
It's in our D.N.A
In our heart's
In our soul's
Everton born till we die
The
Merseyside derby
The Red Peril
For every Blue
Even Bluer after 90 minute's
The tortured fan's faces grimace
Children cry on the long road home
This is not the 1st and it won't be our last
But we are born Everton Blue
It's in our D.N.A
Tomorrow is another Day
To face Red Enemy Fire
Thank the Lord for Beer
Well done Wayne
Welcome back La
Great Goal
Blue
Football is my favourite sport
The two below are whom I support
Rangers and Everton, my teams
When they win I so beam
This game of games I import
The day had been grim and hectic,
the working environment pressured and thick
with interoffice gossip and intrique,
how I yearned for silence's healing mystique./
The traffic volumes at days end was horrendous
the noise, the screech of brakes, the continual blaring of hooters.
Not easy to maintain ones temper and aplomb.
Soon, soon I would be home.
My need for peace was more than slight
as I wandered into the garden that star-filled night
and stopped dead-awestruck at the wonderful silvery radiance
flooding the scene even as some hidden owl called clear and keen.
The infinitude of stars shone with more than piercing brightness
and as I gave myself over to the night's magic
all my weariness, all tension and stress
dissolved and I felt my souls wick
rekindled in a moment out of time.
In a radiant space where all was utterly still
a glorious interlude wherein my spirit held vigil
with the eternally orbiting stars.
The place was a symphony of sweet sound
the melodies of nature enough to astound
even the most deaden'd of senses.
There was such an abundance of delicious charm
that the spirit felt awash in a glorious and soothing balm./
Above - in the lush green canopy the birds trilled, to burst,
clamouring to be the very first
announcers of the pearly dawn./
The murmur of the nearby stream with its throngs of reeds, lush and tall
swayed and rustled in the early breeze
while far-off could be heard the muted roar of a great waterfall.
Far above a solitary falcon called and circled
then spotting some far-off prey, hurled
itself down like an arrow.
The fresh and invigorating breeze
whispered sonorously throght the trees,
a sighing accompaniment to the staccato "rat-a-tat-tat"
of a pair of brilliant plumaged woodpeckers.
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