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The Chorus of Forgotten Voices

The sweet sweat chorus of forgotten voices
Bared and marred by torrents of ugly vices
The agonies of today seemed to know an alien song
Memories of yesterday was singing but out of beat
Soon the pains of tomorrow will certainly dance 
To the agonizing rhythms composed in an orthodox club
‘cos our battered mnemonic ear of age long pauperism
Has being spent listening to that tuneless song
Sung as a song to the scribe of our soulless soul
Hopes capsized again in the waters of the once true church
The canopy gatherings of the great bi-colored religion
Where we know we would find our salvation
In the musty bibles where there were ghosts 
On every page and death on both cold covers
This black Jesuit, our bullying gold rimed priest
Whose communion we daily upon starving feast
In a healing ceremony whose cure could be death
And our efforts useless as a spare prick at a wedding
But this golden chorus of forgotten voices unforgotten
We will sing even if the lyrics were written in purgatory
And composed inside the furnace of the nine hells
This will not quite have Angels for stanzas
To celebrate your lose lips that sink our ships
With Aryan salutes to secrets once moaned
In a Nazi torments on the desert winds.

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A Gift To Thee

My belly of thoughts clings to my backbone
Never hungry, always starving of poetry
Which can not exactly capture your spotlessness
Mama learned me this knowledge of nature:
A full stomach of ideas suffocates the mind of reasons
And hypocritical bellies are full of garbage ideologies
Since them, couldn't set my vision on hypocritical niceties
'Cos the feast of my soul is set on your poetic face of grace
Capturing poetic elegance in your anatomy on the cross
From your delicate hot bruised features
The geometrical contours of your thorn crowned head
Down to the neat flow of double curve network of blood
Concave and convex, across each ripe cheek
Flowing down into a pool at the foot of Golgotha
Scholars may wear poetic finery to capture your imagery
Though learned, am not versed in the cult of literature
As for me, I petition my soul to impress you most
When I shade clothing of poetic religio-fanatical complexity
And paint your elegance without haste or delay
With the brush of my artistic nagging thoughts
As sweet as the spray of frankincense on your tender skin
I have fallen in love with your words like art
And I have nothing else to offer save these silly words
Which I know is not good enough for a Heavenly Prince
'Cos I thought of you as an Immortal Prince come to life
And myself as a lousy, clumsy mortal being
Unaccountably granted the gift of your notice
Am determined to woo you with all my soul's poetry
And determined to wash my soul with thy tidal waves of devotion
And as I again have nothing else worthwhile to offer 
I make a gift to thee of my Zaccheaus heart

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In My Second Childhood

Hold the trod, limit the space
The offspring's of Tuareg Cowhead cut my heels
The breaks on the hind been slammed
I break to a halt, he breaks to a sprint
Wagere, if you skip by the race
Render it bare to Takuruku's mind
His piteous lead, leads me to a lid
Layed on my coffin though a living corpse
His wanton waste of debts secured
In a paupers hide, the wrath I incurred
The burning fire he spiked to burn
Has burnt the burning amber yet aglow
Now in my roofless un-sheltered soul
My burnt roof permits me limitless vision
To the million gold trinkets on heavens fragile neck
Watching as dawn noisily creeps by
To unveil the hood placed on the aglow ball
While crickets sings me a lullaby of mockery
As the mocking cries of the high heavens
Whose exaggerated piteous tears flood my bare hide
Soaking nothing except everything decent
Never allowing my guts be dried like in an ocean layed
Wagere, as you skip by the race
Render it bare to Takuruku's mind
His insistence I strip to my bare arse
To acquire me a she's loving leisurely lease
Has raped my dignity to face my adversaries
Will then, the debt of my bare arse asunder be layed?
Urge him to make haste my she restored
'Cos in my second childhood
No one has been left in this leaking backyard
Infested with green serpentine in green shrubs
No foolish lamb to draw a lid on my coffin
When my sealed heart couldn't feel my life throb
Will the sight of my flesh in Vultures gizzard
By your secured lock not a stir made?
These agonies you rendered for my cradle
The melancholic property of misfortune ceded to me
Plus to see me enter heavens with pains
Even though my soul has no pains
I very nearly died thrice of this shame.

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The Office of the Dull-Eyed

Fling open these gates of purgatory
In the sharp corner of a deserted hell to see
Behold, the office of the dull-eyed in an overloaded ark
Nearly concealed by a screen of dusty cobwebs
This soul perching on the cliff ledge
In mournful tears at merriment of grief
Never in danger of falling from sheer exhaustion
A pitiful victim of siren wailing unshaded tears
Mingled with compassionate grief of victims
A lullaby of tribute the still one can't bluff
As floods of mockery roll down scaled cheeks
Clogging down eyelids like an oasis of shame
Refusing partnership in the merchandise of wickedness
But foreseeing an approaching explosion of fake tears
Patriotic beasts in custody genuinely opens up
Lending out in all directions unequaled cries
Which rather heightened the unmarried thoughts
Of aging sapiens in their profession of pretense
And poisoned their delight in the un-haste of the kill
As their visual aids dilate nowhere to everywhere
Dart of a towel rolled hot mucus on quivering lips
With the skill a cat licks her young kittens
Alienating their minds to tracing smokes
From huts the aura of stewed beast emanate
Even though laid mute whom could have jolt
The corners of our mouths into a funny jolly grin
At night, these crickets sang melodies of mockery
During day, all manner of creeping, crawling things
Rustled forth into the hot baking sun
Aha! this grief that grips loose when huts breath smokes.

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Rape On Songhai

RAPE ON SONGHAI

Washington, Washington, their Washington
With a great hot flaming phallus in hand
Griped so tight, knuckles turn pale
You shield it up with the hood of this new religion
And thrust hard, deep, tearing Songhai’s hymen
This rape of dignity and pride, she breeds
You told Africa; Man, I come to circumcise
He closed his eyes to the pain, you castrate him
The hurtful Negroes baptism of allegiance
Now, his sex starved Nimpho wives turn whores for you
Him no more but a Eunuch attending your models
Yet, you come back to a breeding Songhai
Have you no shame left in your dangling scrotum
Or you are again moved by your evil lustful greed?
Clam your laps and cover your thicket thighs
Use these black shrubs and hide your nudity
This Washington Devil has gone nuts with lust
Take your shame and cover your bare arse
He is cunning, will even pluck your anal
His phallus is hot with flames, can only sheathe
Thro’ your valley of juices, block your pots
Washington, please, hook your religion between your laps
Can’t you see she is in pains of your civilization
And breeding from the wounds your democracy inflicts
When your huge phallus tore her vagina walls?

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Candle of the Night

In the depths of my solitude,
I see only two companions:
Loneliness and melancholy-
            Following
            Leading my life.

On the tightrope of my cloistered existence,
I felt about four pangs of grief:
Emotional, Spiritual, Physical and Psychological-
            Troubling
            Disturbing my peace.

On the apex of my bruised feelings,
Am faced with triple agents of man-hatred:
Envy, Jealousy and Ignorance-
            Insisting
            Tearing me apart.

On the peak of my sorrows,
I experienced two pangs of hurt:
Memories of disappointments and reminiscence of grief-
            hurting
            bruising my soul.

Ever since you came into my life,
I started feeling two unexplained warmth:
Compassion and caring disposition-
            Embracing
            soothing my nerves.

Now that I've found a companion,
Am yet faced with two obstacles:
Memories of my past and thoughts of my future-
            Threatening
            My new found peace.

But since I've found solace in the bosom of God,
I saw my most hated and dreaded enemies:
My past mistakes and sins I've committed-
            Fleeing
            And leaving my life.

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A Soul Awakened

Wasting a Monday morning mooning
Till dawn creeps west in a slowly crawl
Across cunning cliffs of clouded sky
Bade dawn drawn down to noon bye
Bears a clear day brought so cheerfully dear
Soft as your loving grace in my soul
But my might at midday melt my mood
Sin made bad-luck rush ill-luck like lust
Hamstrung my strong stern faith so tight
Thro' tremendous traumas from friends and foes
Though a virgin moon on this Monday night
Brought smiles on my angular jugular frame
Smuggling my sins and iniquities to set me free
As my licit Lord gives me a loving leisurely lease
Drowning my doubts of musing morning mooning
And awakening my silent soul to sorrow no more
So when i feel like crying, i prayed and smiled
'Cos cant spend time crying about wrongs
Which my good Lord has nailed on the cross
I set about trying to make things right
And my life worthy of serving thee
For it isn't right crying instead of praying
It's no kind of example to set for kids or oneself either.

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Twist Us Twain

‘TWIST US TWAIN

O’ swift flying gentle Cupid
Piercing my sorrowful heart with love
Setting the pleasure precisely turgid
To woo my Queen like a princess dove
Without haste or delay of curious youths
But calculating the effects of the ploy
When her whispers fall soft as dust motes
Bringing widening ripples of calmly joy
Eyes shadowing pledges of complaisance
I foreseeing an approaching explosion of passion 
In the premature detonations of allegiance
So genuine, my starved thoughts set in motion
Imprisoned in the asylum beneath her eyelids
To explore those lustrous pink-rosed lips
And a cocooned cone of soft warm tits
A diet in a hundred years I will daily upon hungrily feast
Even if the last chapter of my life death flips
I should know I died in the warmth of her breast.

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The Dad I Use To Know

My Dad, a little honest like a Priest

Taught me how to live and feast

With bangles of gold and diamond to your wrist

After a bloated tummy chant petitions due east

Son, nothing your path spare like a beast

'Cos amongst earth you're spared not to be the least

Told me life's but an illusion of morns mist

Gentle and rough 'pends on the angle you twist

I hail this sage who but on papers make no list.

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Earth, Forget My Cries

EARTH, FORGET MY CRIES!

Groping in the Devils planet of hostilities, O' earth!
Heartless hearts determined to continue with heathen greed
Remember, these crumbs of conscience you savored will choke you
Even as your soul wreaks torrents of verbal diarrhea
Your mean mouths and choking fart pollutes the entire village stream
With deadly viruses from your demented heathen harem buttocks
God, how at my folly, am unskilled at the measure of my rhythm
To detect this fake opulence of the earth by the poverty of her chimes
But not yet, I cannot easily forget the best beasts of a bad bunch
At the depth of knowing about them instead of knowing them
For the trying to forget alone keeps the memories alive
This struggled daily to survive the perils of Pauline-earth
Worst still, earths religion bared me from sharing myself with me
God, in this your blue church, the serenity of faith is confronted by heresy
Then at night, the footsteps of earths evil thoughts are so noisy they awoke me
Her darts pierces my pure soul and painful tears flood my bare hide
God, where you could easily hear and see my naked bleeding heart
Like the street talking psychopaths, I also moan as a human being
Hence our last protective layer has both been peeled off bloodily
Then, we are both transmitting the waves of our silent grieves
That couldn't be shut off by mere foster parents of grudges and threats
God, now you know why I come trotting here for breakfast
Every morning and for supper, every god-sent owl hooting night
To pick up crumbs of wisdom from your tasty fulfilling plate
Without which God, these filthy heretics, I will not be immune
So earth, forget my painful cries, it's my watery happiness
Tears come more easily when I rejoice in my envied state of weakness
Grief it is that without justice from your ineptitude and greed
Dries the golden juices of my paradise bound aching heart desires.