Author Archives: Uyi

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Simple World: Born Winner

I walk through the wilderness, amidst the fire, trees burning, still I hop through with my red spade. All around fishes throwing bubbles, shouting with their gills out wide. Gun straps, bloody revelations; still the heat refuses to quench. Paradise is out there I know, but the need for hell grows every day. In our eyes, one sees the thirst, our quest to live on. The time to be free is near. The earth rotating around is ready to hatch, soon to break minds of those who fail to amend their hearts. Mama said pain is the cloth we wear for comfort or the other way around. Single with a ring, I know I’m taken but my flesh says otherwise.

So take that shot, you know it feels good. Don’t lie, as it drips down to your spine, you taste the peach; bitterness right? Black or white, we are legends born to ride the throne, throw our crowns and wear the dust of soil.
Confess your sins, and hear your name. The heavens you heard of is in the mind that seeks peace. Sparks fly, romance ignited. Lovers bond by life, destined for a final kiss.

My style perfected by my mistakes reuniting me with the one I lost. Why? Cos love is war.
Burnt out, born winner

Stardust Memories

In my mind
I see the road
That leads back to the low cut houses
These shapes form a circle
Around, around they go
With people sitting on their front ends
Laughing, telling jokes
As the night passes through
The peace of a child plays on

In my mind
I wait for the day
When I will return
As a man with the smile of child

Once again
I will return back there
With the freshness of youth
Kicking playing along with the sand
Bananas trees all around
Mangoes fruits all falling down

Birds tuning on till they find their voices
It remains settled, my childhood memories
All in my mind, as the moonlight dapples on the zincs of barnawa

Documentary: Fuelling Poverty & The Issue of Banned Truths.

Documentary: Fuelling Poverty & The Issue of Banned Truths..

Butterfly

There she sat
By the hills of hibiscus
The little girl with the purple dress
Braided hair,
And a smile so wide
Recreating her day as it goes by
Her hands free from work
Full with sand
Chasing every insect that went by
Her sandals brown and loose
Marred with dirt
Singing lullabies of the incoming night
Laughing as her wings spread out
Knowing she was born to be free
One with the clouds, bright as the sun

Go there, behind the Sahara desert
Across the land of the big waves
Walk up those high hills
And you will find
The girl with the purple dress
Flying with the birds up high

Simple World: Paranoia Edition

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The demon of fear is lurking behind the glass, waiting to testify to your bad deeds. The chase begins with you running searching for freedom. The crown you wear falls on ground and you’re left to pick up the pieces. The moon still shinning with red confirms your lies, those truth you twisted into beliefs. The water will not cleanse of your sins, unless you look down deep into it seeing who you are destined to be. Seeing your face, human formed, brings back all those forgotten memories. As you preserve further the night drags longer leaving you with a thirst for the morning
So I say fight them. Tear those walls till your heart is free of comprise: the one you were born with. Why do you think we exist? To sulk? Nah. I think we live with life to represent a perfect state.
Best friends become your enemies compounding and adding to your disbelief that you have of life.
Again I say fight. For to be great is to be break free from lies and deceit. History is there, I know, but I only wish to know of it to progress forward.
The moon still shinning red, dripping blood awaits for those asleep to awake.
The world is fucked up, like a teacher passing greed for education. We continue partake in the commercial of plasticity failing to see demise of our given longevity. The struggle of life is a pain no one but life can teach. So watch it, admire it and watch the red moon disappear along with your history of prevalent paranoia
Puke dirt
And thirst greatness.

Fever

Heads locked
There’s need for peace
Confusion all around
There’s need for love
In the vines and the crimes we commit
There’s need to burn soul
Let’s yearn for better times
These times are insane
No doubt
But we need to go back
Into our arms
It’s a shame we have fought for so long
We are tired
Haven’t you gotten enough?
Fighting all night through your heart
You’re bond by the shame
I know
So let’s get back
Into the source of our pain
Ridding our ways, free from comprise