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Olaniyi Victor Poem
They say we're off the Bar
Likewise the red-pen off its ink
Whilst we stand outside in a foreign land that we yield no appraisal
We glamour unto to the Ode to hold the feelings
No one but someone could glance through its cup
We're being drawn closer from the ancestors we've been forgetting
Hearing of a roar lion was like a hope for the fears in ones customs eyes
Leaving off the street
At night!!! Will it be cold?
Said by a soul that couldn't comprehend its sadness
Will there be a welcome warmth?
Said by a soul that has lost respect from his lineage.
While on the way 2 bird chirples there claws
Fear gripped mortal with no fangs
No Seer while the Hellhound was lost
Smooth road got tattered and blood was a measure of a pool
How long will it take to get home?
No answer will be given to the infant that knows not what Homeland looks like
Every soul got Drained all just in the fear to make it home but no one will do without the sacrifice of hate nor love ??
A home will never be a home
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Shuffling my life around like a gambling cards
Even when I know I may win or lose
But what do I have to lose?
I bet nothing
I’ve been evolving around my kindred circles where I place my priority into my shield
Hoping not to be Hopeless but I gain more less
For I satisfied their thirst even when they left no grumps for me to smash on
They all pretended I have the best closet to my face and laughed behind me sheepishly cause they garnered my rags for their fashions
For I learnt in a hard way when the humiliation brought upon me didn’t pass through my unlock window but my locked beloved heart
I wept joyfully to lose the key to my Paradise
I burnt the bridges like Jacob and become Jeopardized
I purchased a dream in greaves of Graves
I lost my humility to become horror of my situation
I sacred my ego for my alter
I protagonise my redemption for my Antagonism
Then I named the VILLAIN
Copyright © Olaniyi Victor | Year Posted 2023
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Olaniyi Victor Poem
Orun mu oru
Eni ba lo lomo
Eni ba bo lomo
We tend to light our fears in the presence of a designatory Pen ??
Cutting out our souls for a damage we couldn't comprehend
Having it believed we either see it finished on Horse we rode from a distance journey
Making it tend we will enjoy the presence of our beauty
The courtesy we demanded hasn't never left, we throw away the dignity and seek for a red ink
Shall we lose our faith?
Shall we have our faith?
Shalll we overcome our threats?
Shall we overcome our pains?
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A coat was cut for a king in a rough yard
Looks so excellence dwelling in powers while he's being at shame from a Grandmasters
Our pieces was a doom when we seek for the truth in lies we told
"Consistently Drying the flowers
Watery the stones
Praising the Woes".
Partying and throwing shades of laughter
Independently crying and seeing the light to beautiful abode
The horse got cut down
The smiles turns fears
The might took lose
Grieves set its standard and work like a Nightmare endorsing Dreams
Races upon races
Flowers upon flowers
Crys upon crys
The City Walls becomes the gate to home of no Return.
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Olaniyi Victor Poem
In a tattered street of no Clemency
A very big cock laid a egg
Whales of the sea got Drained into the harvestation of Gunslinger
Oh! Ye the Antecedent of a Soft Raw Land
Where hath had you looked unto.. ?
When the Heavenly Colored Bodied fly in Mirrors to Enamor our beloved Land.
The Assiduous of our Aborigine has been the foundation of the Heavenly Colored Bodied Fortunes that engross Privileged Aborigine to the upper echelon of the Heavenly Colored Bodied.
Red Ink was the only Presentable and Lovable Panacea to the Assiduous Aborigines Hope....
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Oh! Arise the Soldiers of Heaven
Oh!! Arise the Soldiers of Heaven
Oh!!! Arise the Soldiers of Heaven
A losing Israel in the hands of the captivator
Sings and Praise the Gigantic, Mighty, Crown Masquerade
Soiling their bloods and sweat for Arrows
Reciting songs of joy in the eyes of a killer
Enjoying tribulations with Faith and Hope
Enacting their land filled with Peace, Harmony, Honey and Unity
Women becoming unknown Windows
Children becoming pressured Orphans
Animals getting a new Lord and Shepherd.
Dawn come
Sun Rise
Victory came in a microseconds from one who hears the pains that couldn't be beared by His Herds
Sent down troops of air that no one could resist but gave deep slumbering
Wash away the big iron been placed on the gate of the Land.
Trumpet ?? Blow
A Soul shout
Victory! Victory!! Victory!!!
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In my house
I look like a scanty pack
In my hood
I look like van of fortunes
These are what I sees as lay down pride
Throughout the dusk before the dawn I springle the whole cuts of my tiny echelon
Wondering what’s not going to take me out of moves
Then someone as one say look up
Up at that upper level you’d think it’s not yours to attain
You have all it takes and what it contains to be one great successful fountain
Then smile take through my heart,my face and my mouth speaks Abundantly.
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Oh ye the Man
Listen!!!! For the King’s palace has got burnt
The chiefs are being hypocrites
For the Queen is the source of the living,making the King looks mighty
Oh ye the Universe
Look!!! For you shall start a journey where you have no consent to start
And a journey where you have no Vision to stop
But a journey that consists of dried and fruitful Missions
Oh ye the seventh floor
Where thou shalt looked unto?
Should I Sblood to figure my comparative analysis and evolution of the Homos?
Oh ye the tiny waves
Listen!!!! For we shall create disperse and nightmares in the form of lucid dreams and hallucinations where the fears,tears and scars will be wild with a little road
Oh ye the Serpent
Do you really believe you’re the most beauty in the face of humans but ugly in the face of Holiness
Now here we laid our Truest
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It's as Early as the first drop of a water
Water from no ocean, just purification and sweat
All are illusion.
In a square garden full of grown habitant full of beard, squirk face,beautifying set of rags and a weakling nature of ideology
Stretching and footing like a king in a Palace, living luxury in the sphere of dirt, fears and tears
Comes a sound and word like a blowing breeze of Eden
Shaking the ears with tunes of rhythm
Dancing, moving,, laughing in an happy tree manners
A sound move intrigue of Bullets, Aggression and Oppression
Thereafter, a shining chariot with flames of fire and lightening shows a fang of and smile throwing stones with a whip leather asking
"Lord'd we start the Dance?
Lord'd we start the merry?"
Shabbily! Shabbily!! Shabbily!!!
We sing the joyous of our heart into iniquities
We Dance our moves into shell.
The Gathering went off and woefully.
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This is just the start we’ve been clamoring for
A time we can come out to share our thoughts and words into tune with rhythm
This is the time we can have our voice into mic and everyone will think that’s a song but No that’s a Poem
We’ve got the consistency and the determination
We’re never pulling off
It’s time we set the boundaries with our wild thoughts and imaginations of humanity on the highest stage
Naso we go dey go and reach there breaking the records,setting the new rules and kinging the own world
I can feel it when they say ‘Agba Bura Be Ewe O She O Ri’ cause the old schools has to live on our principles
We conquer the World already and it’s time we Dominate with our Sounds of Wave,Ocean,Imagination,Illusion,Emotions,Celebration and Ambition.
That is the World(Word) of Poet
Copyright © Olaniyi Victor | Year Posted 2023
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Olaniyi Victor Poem
In a tattered street of no Clemency
A very big cock laid a egg
Whales of the sea got Drained into the harvestation of Gunslinger
Oh! Ye the Antecedent of a Soft Raw Land
Where hath had you looked unto.. ?
When the Heavenly Colored Bodied fly in Mirrors to Enamor our beloved Land.
The Assiduous of our Aborigine has been the foundation of the Heavenly Colored Bodied Fortunes that engross Privileged Aborigine to the upper echelon of the Heavenly Colored Bodied.
Red Ink was the only Presentable and Lovable Panacea to the Assiduous Aborigines Hope....
Copyright © Olaniyi Victor | Year Posted 2022
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