Yoruba proverb
An old saying
Words of the fathers of fathers
Incentive of the wise spring of ancestral vales
The word is just so original like a laconic phrase
Expressing a basic truth
It find lost words
What an helpful morpheme
An obscure saying, but
So rare in the mouth of the youths
For they should be acquainted to this colloquial, for that
Old is coming for them soon.
The thrill of winning feels real
I’m chuffed coz I closed the deal
These haters got nothing on me
I told them that they can have all chips
Be it poor or rich
I’ll rather watch my six
Then be fingered for a snitch
I’ll be turning tricks
and be on a constant fix
On paracetamol or morpheme
Kind of drowsy and red eyed
Whole week in a bed I lied
An ulcer to leg left me in pain
Lying here all alone
I have to know that God sits on the throne
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Every second I waste is more than I can take no more
Tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you expecting of me
Put under the pressure walking in your shoes
All I want is to be more like me and less like you...
The lack of a single-word inflammable
in our lanterns is what is killing me
this morpheme
A single workday for all
Inflammables is what God is doing tonight
This is just one of many adages
to have passed through the garments
Previously on this shriek they put
a peartree back together wrong
after its demise
Something
there was in the syphon
Poor tree could feel it in his bonsai
the eloquence of -
the song of the syllable
the tone, like solemn Gregorian chant,
tympanically resonant to hear
beautiful as deep-red Tiffany glass
stoned echo of Morpheus
a Morpheme of the god of dreams
the language is a beautiful thing
to hear - enunciated, emancipated,
softly muscular moves,
especially whispered into ear
© Goode Guy 2013-02-04
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/lingual
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheus_(mythology)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheme
They appear innocent enough
Those symbol sounds that every child
Memorizes before they know
What they mean or what they’re used for.
(A)(B) (C) (D) (E) (F) gee! What
A rhythmic, sonorous singsong;
But when their lettered chemistry
Is formulated into words
The combined sounds begin
A metamorphic change
Like the lovely word butterfly.
When it’s clearly spoken out loud
It conjures an image as real
As a butterfly on the wing.