In conflict, the love for friction
On soil, the seeds hold on tighter
On paper, the lies sink deeper
In all there is
Then or now
All can be saved
In mind, paint another dream
In soul, cry for another time
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Uyi by the Crescent
Palm oil on my shirt
Okin biscuit in my pocket
On my way to school
Not a care in the world
I had forty Naira in my hands
A stroll on Zambia road
Barnawa shone bright in the morning
A White Gown
He is the light to her day
The laughter to her jokes
Her white knight in the dark
Her escape route
Her soldier in war
Her supernova
He was her peace of mind.
The man in her dreams
Primary Times
The clock strikes
The girls bite
Pinch and tease
Leaving their trademarks
Drama queens
In need of attention
Like always, I run
I run past them
Girls that bite
Some I dance with
A few I touch
The ring of the bell,
Then, it’s all over again
Deeply Played
The game of rags and black water
Higher and much lower they go
Always seeking the tops of this and that
Flapping their dirt to those who dare to look
Always holding on onto vane vanity
Don’t we all?
They fear the fear of death
The truth keeps on missing its mark
Idolized Decadence
Paths full with shattered dreams
A requiem for the elected rich
Misery for the mass
A new day, we must seek
A new day, we must pray
A new day, I must write
Another Again
Full with mistakes
Hoping I can correct and rightfully direct my ways
Fully displayed with red
All over, painted with distaste
A man only cries when all is never enough
When failing, is all that is left or right
We all have a savior we must find
In flesh, I must write
The topic never passing mystery
A mistake
Another mystery
Again I fall, failing to land
So where is my own savior?
In flesh, I must write
Must I fail twice over?
Maybe till I hear that voice of redemption
I am tired of this place,
A place filled with thorns and rocks
So I say where is my own answer to all these misdirected steps?
In flesh, I must say
Take it all,
All I want is you to find me
Finding you, find me
Standing alone is a lonely business
Only the night can tell how sad the tale is
So I need you, another again
In this place
In flesh or in love, I must say
Sour Orange
I still wonder why you like the room lit so dim. I can hardly see you when you cry. If you let go of my grip, the scene of misery will last on forever. Hold on tighter. Drag my rags closer to your shattered chest. Pierce deep into my skin; pain always tasted so bittersweet. Our time lasted only till the sound of the bird.
A mockingbird, indeed
Too soon enough to begin, I guess?
With my taste buds gone sour, I shut off those twisted tunes and threw them deep into the skies; far away, where those spacemen could only dream of. A secret place you might know of. I never ever forgot about those long delusional days filled with gifted silence and much red.
Will I ever taste sweet again?
Too much sourness
Stop this or I might bleed out
Drowning in my own feelings
Looking up at the river-like sky
Oh great blue monster, cry down your own worries
So that I may drink and sink.
So they say you speak no more of me. I strived hard to wait for another word from your big egotistical book. I hoped to dream into the realization that it was never ever to begin.
Bombs I left untouched
Scattered there and here
Some by your place
Falling down
Your hair ever so bright
So they say you speak no more of me.
I strived and strived to begin at the beginning.
Always seeking, and never asking
So they say you speak no more of me
I say you talk shit
Welcome To The Jungle
At the pinnacle of a pyramid
No voice will remain unsung
An empire, an ideal prime
As old Babylon blasts higher
The wary grow older
Society withers away from innocence
All engines glowing
The man at the end smiles
A palace full of lovers and well-wishers
Persistent and relentless for peace and manna
Prejudice towards color
The love for rainbow
Up and Forward
Searching for more questions
Day after Day
We strive to define ourselves with murder
Carefully culling the rejected from the rest
The final answer to trouble is death
A Standing Doctrine
Man-made science
Full of sand
A Generation of religion,
In the land of burned books
The story of a preacher and a flying eagle
The gospel of decadence
A different religion
‘Indescribable’ and ‘Unexplainable’
A herd without a destination
Laying down for a brutal killing
Future Angels
Too far into your present
Never back to the past
Count your seeds of harvest
Intact with your bag of motives
Ride with your train of passion
Else, get stuck with an unneeded religion
A night to recollect your thoughts
The music of pain never sounded so smooth
Like the flow of water
Gulp your sins, and
Quench your thirst for misery
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