My mind is open,
Yet only unfolded
Is when you see
The narrowness of me
Have its disappearance.
My mind researches mysteries,
And is eternally curious.
Informally finding
Just what can be the truth.
I have already paved my route.
I ponder, have I already
Proven some truths?
Many researches
Of all lives
That I Undertook
Money is the sixth sense
I found
In the entire of my life,
I was wishing
to know
the Universe.
In my own researches,
the God gave me
the power of mind
and he enlighted for me
the Path of Science.
Understanding the Universe,
I understood
the God…
recognition from his peers
those who knew what it was like
to do the work
you were great at doing
staying true to the game
and keeping your word
finding people who puts the need for honesty ahead of personal gain
those who want to see you succeed doing legal and righteous things
being happy drinking water
and smiling even if she don't think you are cute enough
or she can't believe in the 3way you are
I don't smoke
I don't drink
I don't curse
I find knowing whats right and wrong
might keep me doing right
I wish to have partners
who are savage and sinister
I hope they don't look at me as a know-it all
and respect me for being me
kind words
and a smile
not trying to cross paths
and trying to keep all things documented
so that all involved might prosper
keeping true to my wife and family
so that they can look to me for help
and so that they help me when I need it
and as for revenge
if God doesn't do it
it might never be done
I like contractual science
it makes keeping track easier
as far as speaking from the view of
"guys like me"
I think it's wise to understand
that a great actor researches his roles
and music creates scripts
Current station in life no final destination
To sway and slay
The bright future which procrastination
Serves to waylay and delay
If temporary setbacks your vision should blur
In times of reverses
Attitudes should slur
In occult verses
Couched in perceptions
Marred by short termism
Buoyed by misconceptions
As to benefits of long termism bereft of determinism
Wild
Churlish
Riled
Childish
Pick yourself up from the seat of your pants
Dust off cobwebs
Emulating diligent ants
Which no adversity from their mission disturbs
Go back to your drawing board
To recast, re-evaluate your strategy
Without plunging overboard
Impairing and invalidating the synergy
That your desired outcomes requires
To advance your cause
As tired strategy retires
To repose and juxtapose
Sterling searches and researches into success
Held in your heart so dear
As your desired plans access
Best laid plans without any fear or tear.
Understand Black Man
Do you have a strategy?
Do you have a plan?
To move forward
And be the best you can
From creation he plant us
Freedom and liberty he grant us
So why failure to succeed?
Confusion became the creed
Life's not a wishing well
When you start to read
When you learn to spell
Because instructions are given
You must comprehend
To function well
So play your part
Education a start
And the glory will follow
Do your researches
And don't believe the lies
You swallow, in churches
How we deal with it
Is try a new start
Casting out negatives
From a poisoned heart
Engage again
Feel your brothers pain
Learn to unite
Cut out the cuss cuss
Cut out the fight
Its not glorious , its not pleasing
In the fathers sight
Now get on your journey
Build your master plan
Make an effort
Give a helping hand
Life becomes a mystery
But if you write your own history
The past will be recorded
But let the children listen
Because as we plant the seed
Humanity at war yet still in need
And if you want a good harvest
Focus on a the plan
And do a good deed
Rob Researches His Ancestry
By Elton Camp
His family’s stories filled Rob with glee
For few had ancestors as illustrious as he
The gratifying report he happily approved
A king was his grandfather a bit removed
Nothing could be more splendid
Than from royalty to be descended
At his claims, some folks would sneer
So he decided to make the facts clear
With the use of powerful Internet tools
He would shut the mouth of those fools
When the genealogy was all done
Gloating at them would be such fun
The final report in his hand he clasped
At what he learned, poor Rob gasped
Rob was as embarrassed as could be
There was no king in his family tree
The boastful family stories had been wrong
To a hangman’s descendants he did belong
Another golden star had fell
Turn down your bright light
And let the candle flame burns slowly
While we honour the hero shrouded in his passing bell
Great larinde is no more, died in a violent struggle with death
And his award winning whole swims in a pool of emotional blood
The golden jewel is stolen by death
In a line we fails to hold, only to be imagined : had he still alive, he would have done like this.
Doctor Larinde has treated us this way. Like a selfish, he went all in all with his undaunted and vast talents.
Had we knew, we would have cried more than Elisha “our father! The chariot of Nigeria”
It seems that his magnificent talents can threatened the agents of death
While we believed his eloquences can cause death to shiver
Yet, the great warrior loses the battle like an amateur
While the his philosophical stands has not conquer death through researches
Even if the ground is painted by mourning and the whole world fails to contain the multitude of our words; the truth stands still : Larinde is gone, into a journey of no return.
O d’arinako, a d’oju ala, o di beni jo ni a b’eniyan n joyan
We love you but God loves you more.
A bright morning sun reflected off the everlasting hills and over blushing flowers,
Then onto whispering trees heavy with fruit, over purling steams and dimpled lakes,
A poet, dipping his pen into the ink that writes of pure images in the urn of truth,
Writing besotted letters, of imperishable brightness, weighing immortality of nature.
Having the wisdom of nature suited to the right regulation and adjustment to changes,
That exists in man to understand the beauties of nature not just on a summer morning,
Nights are spent in the midnight oil chasing words to express the beauty we all see,
Words to highlight understanding to enhance desires and refinements to see as the poet.
Revelations not beyond reach to bring beautiful scenes into homes the true philosophy,
When philosophy acknowledges the unlimited range of its sphere bringing light to all,
Whose posy has charmed the fancy and whose works have enriched the world of letters,
Many poets whose eloquence has astonished even only a few, the researches are reward.
A bright morning sun reflected off the everlasting hills and over blushing flowers,
Then onto whispering trees heavy with fruit, over purling steams and dimpled lakes,
A poet, dipping his pen into the ink that writes of pure images in the urn of truth,
Writing besotted letters, of imperishable brightness, weighing immortality of nature.
Having the wisdom of nature suited to the right regulation and adjustment to changes,
That exists in man to understand the beauties of nature not just on a summer morning,
Nights are spent in the midnight oil chasing words to express the beauty we all see,
Words to highlight understanding to enhance desires and refinements to see as the poet.
Revelations not beyond reach to bring beautiful scenes into homes, the true philosophy,
When philosophy acknowledges the unlimited range of its sphere bringing light to all,
Whose posy has charmed the fancy and whose works have enriched the world of letters,
Many poets whose eloquence has astonished even only a few, the researches are rewarded.
LAMENT FOR LARINDE
Another golden star had fell
Turn down your bright light
And let the candle flame burns slowly
While we honor the hero shrouded in his passing bell
Great larinde is no more, died in a violent struggle with death
And his award winning whole swims in a pool of emotional blood
The golden jewel is stolen by death
In a line we fails to hold, only to be imagined : had he still alive, he would have done like this.
Doctor Larinde has treated us this way. Like a selfish, he went all in all with his undaunted and vast talents.
Had we knew, we would have cried more than Elisha “our father! The chariot of Nigeria”
It seems that his magnificent talents can threatened the agents of death
While we believed his eloquence's can cause death to shiver
Yet, the great warrior loses the battle like an amateur
While the his philosophical stands has not conquer death through researches
Even if the ground is painted by mourning and the whole world fails to contain the multitude of our words; the truth stands still : Larinde is gone, into a journey of no return.
O d’arinako, a d’oju ala, o di beni jo ni a b’eniyan n joyan
We love you but God loves you more.
Truth and false
mixed in a pot
Chemistry expert researches
pot knows the result
before he finds
Rat race is still to survive
A never surpassing desire
Years may come and go by
Life will breathe even in cry
Scholars at one end aspire
Speculate for time to be dire
Indicating evolution to retire
Fear of evil raises such satire
No steps to be heartily clever
Exploiting nature like never
If Technology will go reversal
Why wearing the cap of fervor?
Commandments of science
Corroding effect in life lines
Then why hatred still alive
Is not this greed just a futile?
Rather than a hilarious write
Each one should get up to join
Procure and nurture the divine
2012 and years will be bright
Name: Sneha Agarwal
Everyday deep researches of mankind
From rockets to satellites all sublime
Started a journey towards Mars to find
Another place for existence of air, water….life
Never speculated but captured a shot
Creatures like Sphinx was later thought
Eureka! For a new abode and neighbors
Or to be ruled by those unfathomable figures
Life predicted but true face of life yet in dark
Else real estate people pioneer to embark
Exhaust all asset to create buildings and malls
Avarice says explore…explore… Earth is too small