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It's getting hard to write poetry
with the hatred going on in society
Here's to permanent emnity-abdication
Light and Love to the rescue, our salvation
Your actions define you
You create your own persona
The power lies in your hands
It's your own aroma
Build it strong
Be a winner
Don't worry about mistakes
Everyone's a sinner
i write for the artist inside us all
i write for the artist, the scientist, the laborer
because, that is what i intend to create with my art
that new civilization
creating a world where everybody is an artist.
Chaos has its own grace,
a beauty hard to embrace.
They say it leads the way,
a way nobody dares to obey!
Living only where it sways,
they say they hate the disarray.
Where peace feels so far away,
Who needs order, anyway?!
How well I spent the weekend fair
And tasted the rivers form,
Until the morning of Sunday bliss
Ended with Monday's reform.
With laughing mind, I departed
And tossed my love aside,
Went back into hiding
And with society I complied.
Not a sheep
Nor do I bleat
Yet you ask of me to follow
What it is you say
I quietly push away
Begrudgingly however
I appear to walk the same way.
Afraid to speak
For anger rises to a peak
Therefore I reluctantly pretend to be a sheep
And it seems as though I bleat.
Everybody wants what they can't have
Most times what they can't have is just a fad
A fad that goes from fab to drab quite fast
And like a scientist in a lab going mad
It's sad to see
Everybody's chasing after some fab fad
But what they really need
Is what they already had
TRUTH
The egg
The egg of light
As full as it is,I see
It is priceless but free
It is one of its kind
Others like it, shine
Deceiving the 'wise'
Open your eyes
For it's
one
In our brief life,
so many roads,
so many miracles
and blessings and glories,
but also so many curses and denials,
grief and contempt,
continuous waves on the planetary seas
that come and go,
and they crawl us into the vast heavens,
in that quiet rhythm universe
listen to your heart beat.
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You can bleed me blind,
execute my eyes,
victimize my vision,
immolate my imagery,
nullify my name,
suppress me into silence,
slaughter my soul,
execute my ego,
slay my spirit,
veil my verses,
poison my prose,
annihilate my alliterations,
ravage my rhymes,
waste my words,
vaporize my vocabulary,
halt my heartbeats,
but you will never
pause my poetry
I see the reeds
the brown, mystical reeds blending in with the tall green grass
surrounding the calm, clear, beautiful waters
they tell me
there is no judgement here
they tell me
go on, speak your song
there is no scorn here
there is no hate here
there is no bitterness here
there is only love here
I love you
this place tells me
sing your song to the world
sing it loud, sing it proud
sing it.
Poetry and Freedom
A poet is still free to write about what they choose.
Come now, what do we have to lose?
Poetry~ one of the last bastions to be free.
With political correctness on the raging warpath!
After all words with mendacious audacity.
To steal words from group-think and rob us of poetic individuality!
December 9, 2019
Omosi said:
Listen my friend...!
Area Boy: I am not your friend
Omosi: Do you know who I am?
Area Boy: Who are you? Are you Langtang mafia?
Omosi: You mean me?
Area Boy: Who else? If you bite nail, I chew bottle
Omosi: My uncle is a Brigadier General; my Senior sister is married to Dangote, and my brother is comptroller general of Customs.....
Area Boys: If you like, let your father control Boko Haram and Wu-Tang Clan.....Who did you help?
A desert of lives.
A maze of relationships.
We're just people trying to survive,
As our lives unzips.
Yet will there be a chance to thrive,
And follow that of mere lips?
Or will we take initiative and drive,
As we begin our own trips?
So that we can revive,
To be someone who isn't made from just scripts.
Thus knowing how it truly is to be "alive,"
And form relationships.
Within the desert of lives,
We can only continue to find different ways to survive.
Shadorma Form
Sometimes I
feel like a beaten
horse after
a lost race;
life has a way of bruising
a person's spirit.
Not alone
in a world so sad
and filled with
travesty
I pray for sufferings end
settle down, await.
There will be
a day in time when
rage will calm
hate will die
a well deserved, darkened death;
a just end.
Humankind
will be reborn, a
renewed race
compassion,
empathy rebirthed, presents
a new light.