The word was written
into those chapters from the Bible
Survival guide inscribed for us
Now we write
All words and emojis
for another time, another people
Author Archives: Uyi
I write
Don’t Play With the Devil
On the road to sin city
Drenched in full gold
Call the door man
Cos I hear the devil’s coming through
Watch the deck
Up high in this tower of babel
Lost souls, my people cry: lost souls
Burst them stars out
Pour more shots
Vodkar’d out
Red eyes, I see the devil now
Watch them, all them devils
Coming out, watch them
Red eyes, see the demon in the devil
I know, yes I know
He too fears for his own soul
Of a distant love, I was told
Of an old folk tale, I once heard
Back in my days of young
Eyes glued to the storyteller
Ears up, attention undivided
Mind settled properly to soak in folk tale
Of an old ancient city, I was told
A city bathed in pure gold
Streets glittering shiny yellow
City walls all covered by sunflowers
On the balance of clouds,
The city of gold rested
Behind its walls, inside the ancient city
On a certain cloudy summer time
Of a princess born with an infinite beauty, I was told
There above the dreamy summertime
Of her sparkling smile, I heard
Her flowing hair full of sunflowers
Of her eyes reflecting dreams, I was told
Her dress made of summer green
Lips pure with love untasted
Of her heart troubles, a tale was told
Of her love for a man, I think it was
Outside the sunflower covered walls
Below the moon-colored clouds
Of a certain summer, I heard
On the fields of a southern land
Of a man and his horse named Hercules, I was told
And in all things, I was told
Of his undying love for the princess up in the city of the sunflower
Of an old folk tale or so I once heard
People of Zion (Patience)
The beast with its eyes gorged out
Roams the streets, hungry
Feeding on the naked threads
The real ones continue
Cos the tower has fallen
Marred with dirt
Nature has cleaned its sins
And left us to search for our own roots
Our hands in sand, so we dig
Through the rocks and flowing fountains
We must fight
Stop, clean the puddle of war
Break the hate
For the beasts has bitten our throats
Blood spilling from the machines we create
Patience has the key but man has the eyes
So we look with our one’s and two’s
Consuming information without an effort to build
Mystical stories formed to create diversion
Fearless are the ones who go the other way
They drink from the wisdom hidden in gutters
Helping up those hooked in the red red ditch
These ones have forgotten the tongue
That holds the people back
So with a quest to roam without fear
They wear faith and show sword
As their flags, with the moon passes through
We must join them and form a pyramid
A union uniting all lost brothers
We must know that to be has its breaks
Also called seeing without looking
Patience is the key, you know this
Discover the city buried in time
Uncovered through our unarranged rhymes
Read my thoughts, and I’ll call you the devil
For my path has refused to stop for blackened oil
Phase in, breathe out
For the key is locked into the ways of patience
Withstand it, and the beast will break your neck
New Message
I was conceived from the mind
Birthed into my thoughts
Finding gravity to walk on
Grew up calculating my mistakes
Now, another platform exists
One I must use to survive
These boxes requires a constant gaze
Barely looking up to the stars
Leaves no room for a divided attention
Always peeking at new updates
while on the highway, driving
I pray there’s no traffic on 95 south today
So this eternal torture may be easier to take on soul
Beautiful Vanity
Beautiful lies
Coated with dreamy feels
Smooth as steamy silk
Clouds of emerald green
Burn and smoke
Inhale these vices, for
You will never know
These deceptive desires
Full with false hope
You will never know, I tell you
All these vanity goals
Full with false ambitions
You’ll never know, I must tell you
Until you’re finally caged,
trapped in the devil’s den
Dante’s Plagues
To find love
To feel love
To fight love
To hold love
All deep in the depths of hell
To be judged for love
To sin for love
In hell, I reside
Blinded by the ancient one
Burning souls crying for things
Valueless, such a pity
Unable to heal these gaping wounds
In this state lacking good deeds
Where balance was sorth after
Faith remained immeasurable
This place of contemplating
I am not a good man
Pain, betrayal, acceptance
Cars and More Cars
Mechanical things, I see
This past years has me
breathing all things industrial
Robotic arms, all on ground
Moving by the second, faster
than a big brown stallion
Unnatural with the fast pace
Still I move further
Cutting my way through time
Hoping to disappear
Leaving behind a trace of color
More of a homage from my heart
I mean engine, as the gear changes
Dissipating as the oil reduces
Hoping I don’t leak
Bumping recklessly, loosing suspension
Rubber marks and rubber smell
Always replaced letting in the new tear
Jazz for sure
If there was a theme music for space
Jazz for sure, it will be
Galaxies full of stars
Rhythms wrapped around
orthodox melodies
Exhaling and inhaling
Planetary systems breathing life out
Birth of crystal lights
Electricity combining
with heavenly and waterly bodies
Beautiful death
Though repeating the loop
For the music lives on
through different forms
Just like
Jazz, for sure
Cant you see my legs are shaking
