Uyi – Page 46 – SIMPLE WORLD

The End

All crashing

The crumbling of life

The failure of man

Searching higher

Always forgetting

The mellows of yellow

Painted like orange

A blast, too far

The smirk from those without tongues

End is coming, they say

Maybe for you, I say

A while ago, I write

tears from gold

The intoxicating stares from emerald

Just as the doctor ordered

Luxury from up high

The towers I mean

Water made pristine

Purified souls

Glorified meat

The burden of sacrifice

Excellence from drive-offs

The smokes brought forth

The carriage made of tender

Wall of fire

All that we lost, they found

All that I found, I spoke

All that was seen, I write

Unholy Package

Online to connect

Maybe for acceptance

The tale goes longer

Always seeking to reach

The pen that fell on soil

The cloud that accepted

Criticism always frowned on

The new world is near you

The old parting away

The touch is you

The slap is dense

Worry not,

Sip, and rage on the forum of blank whites

Rest In Peace : Chinua Achebe

Your dream for a better time for Nigeria will be achieved.

here and there

Often too serious

The deeper it gets, the duller it reads

Sometimes, that is

The meaning remains

The reader counts loss

The flow never fluctuating

Though, the view is beautiful

Acceptance was never fully regained

Berry Henny

Been a while

Since the word became a message

In shame

All the same

Before turns to after

No later than the time I started

Empty credits

Empty Zeros

Over drafted paper bags

Crack the purpose

Never looking into a mirror

Always down into the river of wine and sorrow

Stressful society begs and pleads

She lost, now he wants

Mine is mine

All I have is ink and sweat

Okay, so after much soul search, Windows 8 in my opinion is a solid operating system, I just needed more time getting familiar (fami-Liar! crazy huh?) with the always monopolized/rejuvenated product. Windows 8 is fast, fluid and intuitive. Good job Microsoft, Apple is not that far away now. I joke.

Just What I Am

I am not here to impress

I have tried that before,

People tend to spit hatred

All of which,

May not be our fault

Our destiny might be heading to oblivion

“No! I’m not heading into science”

But,

In times like this

When truth is deceit

One can only pray

And fear with hope

At Night

The reason we all paint

The season never right

The moment always there

Only you can tell

Acceptance is a dirty business

Paid in full

Souls without receipts

Creativity seeking an artist

The curse that follows

Submerged in our deepest regret

Love swims well

Somehow,

Never hiding, always in front

Please Swing

The boy sits on the swing all by himself waiting for no one in particular. Back and forth without putting any effort, he swings. The rain falls and pours with haste still the boy remained calm while looking ahead into nothing. With disregard, the pain crawls up from his stomach and flushes into his heart. He watches other kids laugh while their parents joyfully play with them. The boy sits on the swing staring ahead wishing for the family he never had. He wished for the joys he had never tasted. He was sure the warmth of having parents would be sweet unlike this bitter sour feeling on his tongue. The boy sat on the swing crying and wishing for another life. “Another again,” he said.