Author Archives: Uyi

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Paid Stones

Money is key to unlocking power
It’s greed compressed in tongue bites
Suppressing any light that comes close by
Souls have no value, when the king reigns
Righteousness herself is lost in this crazy dance
Tossed around while wolves lick bones
Cry and cry but it will be heard as laughter
The lines have been crossed
The skin and its fellow marks
Now it’s a race full of rats
All biting up the ladder while the sugar pours from the cups of gold
It’s an eternity when we strive but are stricken with disease
Hopelessly forgotten, the age of paid stones
Take their brains out, drag out the wires
Turn on the switch,
What do you see?
Man or man-made?
Pull the paper out from your pockets
Read the lines and ask….
“Glowing mouth, where’s your soul?”
“Tell me, where’s your voice?”
I don’t want to even know what’s happened to your heart

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Picked up producing again..not bad eh. No?

Who is God?

That legend of all tales
The one who has the key
To fulfilling living
Without whom we all
Have only darkness to bare

My father who made water out of life
Never asking back for anything
Only we give out love from within
Sharing out kindness without receipts

The world calls the peaceful, a fool
Better a fool in the eyes of man
Than in the eyes of our life giver

So where is God?
I only have to look inside
Where the balance of life resides
Only there, a talk with life may commence

A Talk with Marvin Gaye

The mind wanders
As birds to the sky
The heaven within
has most at peace

Troubles; out and roaming
Hungrily waiting for those that
like the taste of sugar

The mind wanders
As earth to the Sun
Souls all captured
in the eternal circle of life

Troubles; free for all
Take one and get two more
An endless cycle of recycled pain
From the feet of the Sahara boy
To the necks of the greed-full ones

The mind wanders
As water to an ocean
Flyin amongst the clouds;
Mechanical tears high above,
causing lungs to soak in death

Troubles lay on ground like traps
Miss a step and your soul is caged
But alas, the mind wanders
Flyin high, hoping to reach
the fountain of life: The well
That one safe place remaining
For those who still thirst

So drink up from within your soul
And do save yourself
For the morning will come
With it, the light appears

A Talk with Gil Scott-Heron

All eyes see the same
Though the mind projects
Painting pain to others…

And as disdain feels our lips
Words: fire, escape our hearts
Forgetting the run arounds of daily peace

Mama Said

I hear my mother’s voice:
Full of trials and beliefs
It seeks to find me courage
For my now and my later days
It tells me though the waves are present
Do hold on for dare life, my boy
For after the rage and storm
The sun will find you strong and
bring you warmth for the rests of your days

HER BEAUTY

I look at her eyes
Though she wears a glass
Through it I see her voice, her essence
That eternal touch
Subtle yet buoyant with love

As the white light bulb
places its rays on her face
Her glow picks up pace
And I’m left struck with a question
How can one as beautiful as her
keep getting more and more
enchanting by the ever growing second?

But with rapid blue, I realize
Hers is an infinite beauty
Full of combusting stars
All diamonds as they glide down
onto a bed of morning roses
Sparkles they are, effortless with grace
Showing all, that with beauty comes no time limit