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The Metamorphose..Life,Like a Dream

Like A Dream..
Like the days in The Cradle..
Like the tale of Samson's Riddle..
In The Wake of your Fiddle..
Our Waists In Consortium..Like Beaded 
Eroticas Wiggling..

Like A Dream..
Our Stroll Hand-In-Hand By The Beach..
Like Heights We have Reached..
Like The Sweetness Of Depths Unsearched..
Like This Pen I Screech..
Like Those Verses Of Wisdom We Thus 
Preached..

Like A Dream..
Like The Wisdom Of Great King Solomon We 
asked the Father For, In Tones that 
"Beseech"..
With His Divine Wisdom and Grace We 
Revolutionized Souls That Once Thought and 
Acted As Leeches..
The Weight and Comeliness Of These Lines you 
Call Speeches..

Like A Dream..
Like God's Kiss On Our ForeHead..
Like His Comforting Voice In Times Of Sorrow 
and Distress..
Like The Outpour Of His Salient Breathe On 
Our Humble Souls..that Guided Us to The 
Crest,
Like A Dream..Hardwork and Its Little 
Stress..
Like A Dream..In Luxury Prepare to Take Thy 
Rest..
To Listen To The Voices Of My Childrens' 
Playful Shouts and Screams..To Dance This 
Dreamy Waltz What Shall It Take..To Show Our 
Gratitude To The Almighty Please Tell Us
'What Shall We Shake'..

Like A Dream..
Like The Flavour Of These Rhymes..
Like The Heart-Felt Savour Of These Cleverly Structured Lines..
The Happy Ardour Of Such Salient Chimes..
Thus Read..What Joy We Thus Feel In It We Sublime..
Sweet Rhymes Thus Played On Musical Strings Of Time..How Happy..
Thus Life Is But A Dream..See Through.

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That Voice of Mother Earth..A-Crying

The world is Dying…
Mother Earth Is Crying...
"Man, man, man…
You have caused me much pain…
Even if I rain hailstones on him...He is still stubborn"...

"Man, Man, Man…
You cut down my Hard Grown Forests …Without replanting them,
You Plunder My Breasts spilling my precious Milk…	
Keeping My Marine Offspring In Extinct Extinction,
You Flare Gas into the Air, Making this same Air your Main life 
Source Thinner and Thinner, Destroying My Ozone layer"...

"You Manufacture harmful chemicals which you use as Refrigerants 
And for foam production these same deplete the Ozone layer…
Hear ye! Hark ye! Woe betides you for burning my forests…
See the charred evidences...So Much Natural Life In Jeopardy…
Your Over-Zealousness has plundered the Wildlife I granted True Bliss… 
They are now unsafe and close to extinction…
I will withhold my anger for a short time and Look on..
But When Thy Cup Of Sin Filleth..Not Even My Creator Will Withold My Fury..
I am MOTHER EARTH!"

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Ills of Smoking

Can I be any different from the dragon,
Can I be more precious that the dinosaur,
Some say it warms me,
Some say it flavours adorn me,
Some say it savours my body senses,
Hey! i smoke,am distinct,
At bay its death lurking about ye advicing you to be extinct,
A moving tombstone,
Please what are your chances of survival with a pack in your breast pocket,
A missile hooked between your lips,come on light it up come on,
Your lungs,
So long,
Your creator prolongs,
Heal thy soul stop smoking,
Smoke in any form kills.

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The Corn You Call Maize

I adore this corn which you call maize,
In my hand its cob I hold my eyes dilated in paraphrase,
In my mouth its offsprings I chew,
My teeth gliding through a well arranged maze,
Fresh corn harbours that distinct taste,
My people brew it into beer and your brain is laced,
Folks in the west indies worship it as a deity of no replace,
So wonderful with rice that its last grain do I trace,
Corn beer drank from a human skull did my ancestors need, to embark on a 
battle race,
Grandmum loves it so much with peas that she dishes it out to us as her ace,
I have drank ginger ale but when presented with corn ale I took it on as a study 
case,
Its flour has sometimes kept me on for days,
If you have drank custard you will hear what the corn says,
On the west African slave ships corn was men's source of strength and grace,
Eating cornbread is so enjoyable adding beauty to its pace,
Oh! I must have over drunk from this flagon of corn-ale behold the gaze on my 
face.

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Ode To That Great Man

Oh Salient 
One..
These lines 
salute you 
not 
because 
thou art a 
great ruler 
of people 
but it 
sings your 
praise 
because 
thou art a 
Great 
leader of 
the 
people...
As Our 
Comrades 
would put 
it 'Whom 
the Cap 
Fits'..
Like Da 
Vinchi, Like 
Hippocrates...
To You do 
we etch 
these 
salient 
lines..
Lines that 
Honour 
men that 
dance to 
the 
drumbeat 
of the 
spirits...
Men that 
see above 
the Alps, 
To Men 
That See 
Through, 
do we 
Chant 
these 
Odes..
We lift up 
voices we 
lift up our 
waists..
My good 
friends do 
come and 
dance 
to the 
health of 
this 
greatman..
Selah

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The Warrior's Many Songs Yet Unsung

I.
In the full light of a warriors plight,
Sometimes it becomes a case of  being slighted and being Aright,
Its a case of solemn thinkings to soothe this anguish and its deeprooted pain,
Do see things from the Warrior's point of view,
He sees Life as a kaleidoscopic dreamy paraphrase,
Roasting Angernuts and storing them aways as Groundnuts stored in airtight 
jars,
For when his flesh is pricked his thunderous clap resounds for eight villages and 
beyond,
His most favorite son supplies his fill-ins of heavily spiced and stuffed roasted  
Bushmeat,
His most loving and caring daughter never allows his fresh kicking "House and 
Bush fly saluted" Palmwine to cease its awesome flow,
His youngest and most active wife sits at his left side to wrap his "wisdom 
fumes" in its tobacco sheath...Marijuana never tasted more spiritual from her very 
fingertips,
He loves the looks on his strongheaded sons'  face as they sit in gossip to roast 
his yellow sweet corns,
The feel of roasted corn blended with the "wise fumes" arising from this 
Marijuana spliff all wetted down with the Imperial fluidity of palmwine.

II.
Drinking this two mouthfuls of the enemy chief's blood at battle never felt any 
soulwarming,
For you it would be constant anguished Bed tossing,
Draping my palace in Human skulls and rare animal skins,
Writing for Kings, Knights and their Monks,
Writing for Spliffs, Chieves and their Drunks,
Writing for Owls, Dragons, Angels and their Wings,
Knowing full well your brain might learn to take its rightful Literary place,
We must have moved with this much a-blaze,
We will slow down for you to sip in this page's full intake,
Not a case of primitive battle acclaims,
Just a feel of the Martial spirit though,
The warrior's many many songs yet unsung,
His life and times,Do keep within your salient confines.

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The Corn You Call Maize

I adore this corn which you call maize,
In my hand its cob I hold my eyes dilated in paraphrase,
In my mouth its offsprings I chew,
My teeth gliding through a well arranged maze,
Fresh corn harbours that distinct taste,
My people brew it into beer and your brain is laced,
Folks in the west indies worship it as a deity of no replace,
So wonderful with rice that the last grain do I trace,
Corn beer drank from a human skull did my ancestors need to embark on a 
battle race,
Grandmum loves it so much with peas that she dishes it out to us as her ace,
I have drank ginger ale but when presented with corn ale I took it on as a study 
case,
Its flour has sometimes kept me on for days,
If you have drank custard you will hear what the corn says,
On the west African slave ships corn was men's source of strength and grace,
Eating cornbread is so enjoyable adding beauty to its pace,
Oh! I must have over drunk from this flagon of corn-ale behold the gaze on my 
face.

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The Truest Odes of War

Such heavy artillery,
To whom shall we run,
To God have we come,
In pain and sad form,
To state our hearts' deform,
To stake our rights and reforms,
You know that where two Elephants fight the grass suffers,Do be well informed,
My youngmen you have been, deeply misinformed,
My insane Leaders and their wanting to negotiate a arms surrender,
Mines! Please do deactivate those heating "Death crumbs",
See the most hit at war having mucored loafs in luxury and style,
Locale Warlords feasting on roasted swine,Marijuana's wisdom and four gallons 
of rum,
Only the rich and mighty are are afforded the luxury of flying their families abroad,
We see vivid pictures of crime and business working in consortium,
Drugs and Arms circulation,
Or shooting the innocents,Genocide!
The world powers sidewatching as if they lack 'Parties' to side,
or on which peace steps to decide,
Please my Brothers-in-arm let's put hate aside,
Or on what "PEACE" plans to carryout from the inside,
Histories that co-incide.
Come,
Come! Peace and at this market-square shame war,
Peace do come and defy war,
The gory memory of steaming blood on his matchete,
Or my deafened eardrums beaten soft by these insultive BOMBS.
 
War,
Torture,
Rum,
Drugs,
Arms,
Rape,
Youths,
Tapes,
In war man's dearest friends are Sickness,Starvation and Illiteracy,
Learning the precious ways of The Ants,Bugs,Monkeys and electric fish,
Ladies and how they learnt their lesson in prostitution,
Beer bottles or bullets sealing the evidences,
My ink,My quail, and this page,
Cant tell, If in your age this will be read off Golden scrolls on diamond podiums,
Writing not for this time but for generations yet unborn,
Read the annals of history and learn that all who started a war or abetted 
one,Worship and Kiss the devil in the anus,
Or they are Madmen-in-coats-and-Briefcases, Smoking piped marijuana in the 
Natinal Asylum,

Do you think I loved to kiss the red lips of rage,
Or suck the succulent bossom of 'Hate the Mother-adder',
War sets the bait,
Guerillas set the pace,
Government gorillas hold the day,
Youths and guns,
Maids and nails,
Only the dead can see the end of war,
Not only deep breath can still the tremors of bombs,
Or greed the might of crumbs,
May God's almighty blessings be bestowed on Relief,Aid,Donor and Charity 
Agencies that stand the risks of war and its deaths.
Wars are a confirmation of a Civilization in Rust.

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The Many Insinuations In Your.......Eyes

I.
Religion and his spiteful visions,
Race and her unholy irrations,
Madness the first lady of Death the Destroyer,
Sadness the Arch-enemy of Peace and Bliss,
Oh! His breathe just ceased,
To whom,To what shall we plead,
On what mountains shall Volcanoes feast,
To what unholy Earthquakes shall men not shake and kneel with skeletal frames 
that creak,
I have written for Kings and Monks,
Yes through My writings Paupers have become Princes,
The Affected the Most effective,
I have written for Salient minds,
This long have I beaten the Gongs of the gods to awake your passion for Nature,
Yes, Yes I have beaten this Drums so soft to herald the coming of a generation 
that will enjoy true bliss between Beast and Man,
Aliens as my info tech clerk, Oh what jerks,

II.
The alchemy of Time and Fate,
It hovers around You your blessings of days agone, Just have faith,
Stretching to catch the Salient spirits of creativity the sage blows off his turbo 
nerves,like you thus fainty,
I have seen Men drink stale wine off Pigskins called"The Happy Flagon",
Amalgamation of Love and Truth has held me this Strong,
Naked am I, immersing financial wealth into this pool of Humility,
Do try when walking with my father not to look directly at his eyes,but following 
every pace,
Oh! The signs of time, Seeing my children whose bones are really filled with oil,
My spine's creak,cry and wail from this much spankings and your grandmum's 
severe waist rolls,
Only whales know the true disciplines of Gentlemanness,
Clumsy Spades,Hungry gents...Oh! Satisfying my willing maids.

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The Very Words Your Morrow Was Just Waiting For....!!!

Heavy shootings and more,
Primitive lead Automatics and their ancient songs, Contemporary Lasers and 
these sights of your futuristic DNA-CONTACT-ELIMATOR and more,
Please lets speak to Rome....The very place the revolution will erupt,
Where in this filthy universe will earth's volcanoes gather to Feast and Campaign,
Solitary Military base stations...oh! My lord do take my mind off all these waste, 
destruction and sacrificial human flowing blooooo...

The world has gone Deaf and Numbly cold...Alas! All of a sudden she belches a 
deep belch,
She has becomes so sweet,warm and cuddly,
My fists have clinged this tight to my wise Quail,
Do Imagine a situation where quails deactivate your high profile bombs like 
knockouts or popped chewing gums,
The purge...Our upsurge neither your salient Beards nor Your aged eyes will 
hear nor witness such Grave Wars, Disasters,Hate,Destruction,Madness 
and....such truthful Bliss...

On later Stages..Pulpits..Podiums and on your fiery Pages shall we uncover the 
mystery of those unborn generations who will see tears as flowing blood,
Salute my Napoleone,your Hitler and many kisses to adore this Satanic cool 
YANSH,
We the 'Kings of Rome' have seen our impending Doom,
Tell us Now Great Sir...What next steps shall we take,
What shall be done to a-tone for the World's excess iniquities and more,
Maybe a consortium of like minds writing to drive away looming angry clouds,
Still... must there be jacob's troules?

Tell my Grandmothers that we will never take them too far away from their 
brooms and Quilts,
Granddads must all cherish those moments Smoking pipes,
In a way, Tommorrow's mind must drift,
Goats must learn to eat minced meat and Salts,
Tell Gretel I love Smoked Salmon along with the freshness of Coconut liqueror 
and plumes,
In those Fiery steaming Jungles of tommorrow did i see Marijuana prepared like 
Stewed Chicken soups along with a glass of Strong Shepe,
Marijuana broths eaten along with one chicken,Two Mice and a Happy Bowl of 
spiced Coconut Rice,
My waists are heavy with Dance..do come lets Prance! to those days of Perfect 
Bliss,
Perfect Bliss...Salient Peace after..and only after the Coming of that Revolutionary 
Purge.