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In the labyrinth of my thoughts, an endless waltz of shadows,
I step on the edges of my soul, where angels shed feathers of memories,
their wings, birds of light, beating a rhythm locked in the vault of my chest,
struggling to fly, yet never freeing themselves from the cage of bones.
Thoughts writhe, eyeless serpents, cold as forgotten dreams,
coiling at the root of my mind, whispering riddles in dead tongues,
which only my nightmares can decipher, a dialect of the deep night,
words that slip like sand through the hourglass of time, lost in silence.
Every word I might speak is a thorny crucifix on my tongue,
neither holy nor sharp enough to cry out through the dense silence surrounding me,
just present, a relic of silence, inert and impossible to transform into sound,
a burden weighing down the soul, a mute song on the strings of an old harp.
I dream of speaking in rivers of fire, in torrents that could melt the silence,
to burst into a dance of flames, to burn away the fog enveloping my thoughts,
but instead, I drown in the depths of a cup of still, transparent water,
a mirror reflecting infinity, deeper than I have ever been.
I am not mute. I am a vessel filled to the brim, an ocean of glass and sparks,
and everything inside is a symphony of shards and gunpowder,
an explosion waiting to be unleashed, to release the burden of silence,
yet I remain a sealed reliquary, a universe keeping its secrets locked away.
VOICES & CURSES AGAINST A CROOKED THRONE
Thunder fire you, Oh crooked throne,
That feasts on ?44 billion gone.
Betta Edu, Halima Shehu—names we know,
Public funds turned to private flow.4
Thunder fire you, Oh oil-soaked hand,
That hides ?500 billion from the land.
The NNPCL’s shadowed books,
While the people starve in empty nooks.8
Thunder fire you, Oh fraud of state,
Ninety-two projects abandoned to fate.
Fifteen billion lost in dust and lies,
Four hundred more never touched, though financed high.¹²
Thunder fire you, Oh weak mandate,
Born of a Constitution that twists our fate.
"On your mandate, you & your followers shall fall"
Your incompetency is printed across the wall.¹6
Votes without majority, legitimacy thin,
Yet you sit enthroned while hunger grips in.¹8
Thunder fire you, Oh blood-stained field,
Five hundred Nigerian soldier's lives unsealed.
Bandits roam Zamfara’s cold blooded night,
Sokoto soaks in fear & cries in endless fright.²²
Thunder fire you, Oh silencer’s bill,
That jails the critic, bends the will.
"Waka shege banza" echoes in the street,
And activists, except a few, fall beneath your feet.²6
Thunder fire you, as naira breaks & inflation climbs,
Poor mothers mourns & count their last few dimes.²8
Thunder fire you, Oh broken vow,
Renewed Hope is hollow now.
Twelve thousand dead, their names erased,
Ten thousand kidnapped, children displaced.³²
Thunder fire you, as you caused Plateau’s tears,
Farmers flee farms, Benue’s graves, Borno’s fears.
New terror group, Lakurawa rise, Sokoto burns,
Yet your useless promises yield no returns.³6
Thunder fire you, Oh defence in shame,
Zamfara governor Matawalle’s post, a cursed name.
The army outgunned, your people you betray,
While terror thrives and hope greatly decays.4°
And when the storm breaks, fierce and true,
The cry of the masses will thunder through.
No Aso Rock, no palace gate, no armored car,
Can hide your sad end & the shame of who you are.44
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Copyright ©?26th April 2026.
Sometimes, I wish I was better with people around me
This is how it be.
The world as I see
Dark cloud
My brain is yelling so loud
Never knowing what to say
So lonely today
It is my way
From people I hide
Never does the confusion subside
It's all in my head
But still I know I'm not better off dead
But I see darkness around
Voices cry without a sound
No peace have I found
Lost in plain sight
The rage I fight
Lost in the land of the free
This is how life really be
So alone
No love shown
A little child all grown
Things that to me seem so hard
Leave my soul jared
Sometimes between reality I feel I'm falling
Time is always stalling
Leaving me behind
I pray for peace of mind
None can I find
Hazy
Crazy
Life seems to me
Wish I was free
But I'm not
May my brain rot
Unsure of what next to do
I feel blue
But I force my self to move forward
Ever toward
Over the horizon I seek
My heart is getting weak
On I go
It is all I know
Don't know what I want
But have visions that haunt
Life is a difficult ride
So from it I hide
Feeling everything so deep
For love lost I still weep
The pain is yours to keep
Such a stain
Clouding my brain
Hard to keep a smile
Just not my style
All the while
Wishing for more
Than a one way door
Life must have an exit sign
Searching for an invisible line
That will lead my way
Hopefully I make it through this day
Never the right words to say
Pain
rain
Making my life this stain
Who am I
I cry
Clear my mind
So I can find
Something I left behind
So long ago
That I no longer know
What I hope to find
Except some peace of mind
Circus XX 2
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Welcome one all,
I picked up a straight jacket just for you
climb into my wild world of corruption
challenge my diverse spotted intellect.
Come on in.
have a seat on my spiked throne
feel the satisfaction of its pleasurable foreplay
it will tickle your hidden treasures
Stay a while...
let me play with you...
in my psychotic playground of doom
I shall light the fire in your fancy
Trapped...
not yet...
you're just in a box of illusions
let it swallow your senses
A dream...
hardly lover...
I have only ignited a fire long put out
and secured an insecure spot in your being
Taste me,
all my unholy of holies
and gulp for air as you overindulge in my sweetness
your curiosity amuses me
Let us not quarrel over confusions,
enjoy the sinful red tape routines
the act of balance is quite a trip
will you be self-righteous?
Dip me in marigold colored swirls,
this is your fantasy arena
where marshmallows are the pillows
on your slow floating boat to the milky way.
but somewhere..oh somewhere
you are lost in the morbid abyss
and I caught you like a spiders web
won't you folly in my decadence a little longer.
Enjoy the sting of my corruptive force,
we shall indulge together in forbidden play
let me lace up my corset
I will pay your flesh with my whip.
Dream on the keeper of the Stars,
we are nightmare pleasure seekers
awaiting our harmonious O's
as we slither bare upon your folds.
Banish us NO LONGER>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
7/15/15
Jessica Thompson
In a Train Station
Quickly we had our breakfasts
Then we both gazed
At the station clock
The morning train is late
Everything is wet
At night, the rain poured heavy
I listened to it
Hitting the bricks on the roof.
So tasty is this coffee, you said
The smell of bread, the flame of the oven
And the two bags
You didn’t wear your trenchcoat, I asked
You didn’t reply
You doubted
Whether we could reach the airport before noon
The plane won’t wait for us, you said
What if the train never arrives
We have no time
The hands of the clock are not moving
And those waiting before us
Took their bags and disappeared
What are we waiting for?
I was lost in the cumulus clouds
Over the chimneys of country houses
Yet, the village was still sleeping
The station guard switched off the lights
And left, humming a song
Tell me
When will we leave too?
No one is here
Even you
You are not here
The rain has dried up
Your dreams became pale
And very far is the airport.
Clueless
I can’t find my escape way
Fearless
Why is life likely to stray
Faceless
Invisible, you will set me free
I am guideless
Lost in the web it grips me
I am within a deep trance
Why it confines me I don’t know
I try to dispel my dismay
And I move around in the maze
Darkness
The path will be lit by inner light
Friendless
I will face alone my plight
Heartless
You don’t take me in your flap
I am guideless
Lost in the web of the trap
I am within a deep trance
Why it confines me I don’t know
I try to dispel my dismay
And I move around in the maze
Friendless
I will face alone my plight
O God, I am guideless
I am forlorn with hopes out of sight
I am within a deep trance
Why it confines me I don’t know
I try to dispel the dismay
And it’s likely to stay
And I move around in the maze
Tired timbers creak and groan;
lonely bones now brittle,
once proud and strong when
bearing the harvest weight.
The wagons and muscular engines
were no burden for my
young and supple limbs.
Spanning the Connecticut,
green to granite -
I miss the melody
of wheels and hooves;
the morning breaths
floating and settling among
my rafters - dripping
in the noon heat.
Carriages where whispers
echo between my latticed
trusses and clandestine truths
and lies were lost in the shadows
where tears of both joy
and pain are forever hidden.
Below, the river perpetually runs
like life and time,
always moving, never waiting,
and testing our will
to carry on...
(Somewhere off the highway of the mind)
Dr. Incubator takes his chances in a trance
A transcendental state of NJ is where he lives
Each time he goes a little deeper into sleep
The heart rate slows but never stops complete
Speed limits never bother him while driving
90 miles per hour and rising on the highway
One sunny after afternoon in late October
Around the stroke of Halloween or later
While driving through the traffic signals blindly
Wind blowing in his scientific terrific hair
He takes a nap while cruising through his mind
A neighborhood that has no streets or signs
The tombstone epitaph would read like this
Here lies the master of deep sleep at rest
A man with fancy cars and perfect hair
Taking sharp curves while traveling fast
Lost in New Jersey in a transcendental state
Now six feet under in a simple wooden box
When all he wanted was a nap
Or at least a decent map
Poetry Contest sponsored by: Brian Strand
Posted and entered on: 10/12/2018
OCTOBER no2 2018,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines Poetry
Lost in the alleys of despair my heart an open parasol
Protection of gray clouds and rain over the darkest hole
I curse every weeping tear from my forsaken eyes
Empty promises discarded into a trash-heap
Doors locked from the inside to an invisible keyhole
Limbs spread to sweet pain
moans echo to warm door
Averting leaping into what was left over lost sleep
Darkness,
Silence,
Loneliness,
Anxious whispers of failures is all I can hear
Broken and vulnerable living deep in gray soul
Stop the rain from falling shining the way
To awake to a close parasol and sunshine
1/24/2017
Where are the children gone?
Where are the children gone ?
with their years of childish ways,
those precious years, so cherished,
now days, vanished in infants haze.
These days, they may look quite young,
polluted-not by disease, but by phone,
acquired at three, or five years old,
a digital highwayman, childhood flown.
Supplied by short sighted lead on adults,
to follow the trend, manipulated by media,
into the ether vanish the child they knew,
while mums and dads, walk in hypnopedia.
Where are the kiddies ? And childish games,
Where is the teared laughter in ring of roses,
Where are your children gone ? Lost in an app,
In war games, and ***** abuse, not Mams lap