one more thing about me!
"I love barmicide feast"
In the world ours
passions illuminate creation with deep sensation
in this world we deserve.
i celebrate gift that is embedded in me like a thief.
why sight thought and strength lies in the fist of man
oh once again the gnomic men are on range of intellectual prowess.
hahahahahahah! you folk come and competite with what you don't know
we speak what we know but yet we don't know what we speak
as it engulfs the soul,heard by the sounds of time
what if tomorrow never comes but today with you comes-by?
And with the blast of the master mind to function with realities that life brings.
ocean go dry, seas pass-by, rivers turns wide with truth all over my eyes i cry.
the seas never says no, never turns its form so are the mysteries of life with time.
yet my time is filled like a bucket of water to its bream, yet its seem like an empty vacuum in place where the light of the future seems deem.
I await and scrubs the patches of life to define my existence yet the crying cloud never stop wailing
I stood by the fence of fame,gazing with the eyes of my dream
picturing my reason for life on the milky-way.Oh with this i made my day
It is known, it is define as i listen to the rhythms of the sound of my heart beat as i watch the smile of the African black child under the white roof.
With the broom of focus i swept the cockroach of failure on the wall of my future and with cleanliness next to godliness i saw the gate of heaven here on earth.
Now it is written and can never be unwritten as we flip the pages of ages to see what the future holds and perfect timing brings.
There is a time!
when a bird will fly so high that we can't see
feathers grew in the nest in the night before the day time
there is a time!
when river shall become oceans
an expansion occured while we were asleep in the night time
there is a time!
when zakius shall climb the tree once again
just to see the master come
there is a time
when notes ought to be filled and protocols observed
just as we want to see the queen of England
there is a time
when bronze will turn into a diamond
just because change is inevitable
a time will come!
when many will know
that they have just been left behind
work to the top now
for the time will come when those who mocked you
will salute and adore you
Oh lord of heaven
the hands of your son's are raven
as our hearts are filled with various burden
our needs heats us like oven
though we go against you often and often
please lets our sins be forgiven
Oh our God in heaven
look down on us with mercy
our hands wide open to recieve your blessing
in our various ways we have learnt our lessons
even the lightning and thunder shows us your great person
i look inton the sanctuary from above
i saw needs of many hearts
hands lifted above
tears in the eyes of many folks
as they have moved with so many wolves
please dont mind them!
listen to us as a father
our kneels on the floor as we seek your shelter
the insect intellect say's you do not exist
but when death come they even can't resist
please forgive them, oh caring father
for even in your kingdom they still have a seat
but living without profit and much benefit
please pay a vist for they need it
your's sincerly
we humans
Oh lord of heaven
the hands of your son's are raven
as our hearts are filled with various burden
our needs heats us like oven
though we go against you often and often
please lets our sins be forgiven
Oh our God in heaven
look down on us with mercy
our hands wide open to recieve your blessing
in our various ways we have learnt our lessons
even the lightning and thunder shows us your great person
i look inton the sanctuary from above
i saw needs of many hearts
hands lifted above
tears in the eyes of many folks
as they have moved with so many wolves
please dont mind them!
listen to us as a father
our kneels on the floor as we seek your shelter
the insect intellect say's you do not exist
but when death come they even can't resist
please forgive them, oh caring father
for even in your kingdom they still have a seat
but living without profit and much benefit
please pay a vist for they need it
your's sincerly
we humans
For instance let’s take no chance
Can distance be the hindrance?
But every now and then, I feel it reality in my hands
Your love beats the drums and I began to dance.
For instance let’s take distance from reality into trance
A place where there is water without turbulence
But every now and then, when I need you I see you in a glance
Your love planted too many crops in my heart farms
For instance lets assume distance
To be many enclosed tanks
A place where we store all our doubts and askance
But every now and then, for your love I give God thanks
Your love has become my circumstance…………………..
RAPA ON THE BUSH!
Forgive them for they couldn’t see
Sorry for them for they will here from me
The cloud was dark, we know.
Where is my portion after nine months.
I and my rapa on the bush
Think again! Think again!
Of the pain when you push.
I cried till death on the stream side.
But when I survive, you will here from me.
My blood betrayed my destiny.
I will never forgive you my dearest blood.
Bring me not here at all.
I will be glad
Throw me out there to all
I will be sad
The song I sang for you
You will hear no more
I and thereafter, you will never see.
When shall you have comfort?
When will you be convenient?
Oh killer of my soul!
Helpless child and the heartless mum.
With ignorance in a big bowl
I am gone! You are free !
For I will threaten your silence
Your peace, I turn to pieces.
With memories of pain on labours day
I give to your thought everyday
For this kingdom am in
You can never come in.
I came with a pot of gold
You threw me out to the cold
I came to be the savior
You mistook me to be your failure
I came with a bright light
You gave me a dark night.
Your ignorance is your hindrance
Oh earthly ignorant mum !
You need great deliverance
I have come and go
But I depart with great sorrow
What I depart with
I left for your tomorrow.
INTERPRETATION OF THE GNOMIC POETIC STANZA.
In this poem titled “rapa on the bush”, the poet speaks with a vexed spirit to the circumstance of new born babies, that are thrown away by ignorant mothers. The situation and feelings of the thrown away babies, he explained poetically. In this poem, the poet was succinct enough to show that most of these babies that are rejected could be a saviours to many problems the world is facing today, Infact the poem is a poem dedicated to the crying souls of babies who have died as a result of been thrown away on the bush, stream side or by way of abortion. But it is a lesson to potential mothers out there, to change their attitude, for children are God’s special gift to man.
Candle in the wind (
It was just like yesterday When I was in the womb and still baby It was just like yesterday When I was in the kindergarten and my mum a young lady It was just like yesterday When I was in the primary and my dad up to work as an agile daddy It was just like yesterday When I was from a family of Tom, Dick and Harry It was just like yesterday When I was in my 20’s, the age of recognition It was just like yesterday When my dad was strong and healthy with Cain we hear his instruction It was just like yesterday When I and my siblings gather in the sitting room and play like jack It was just like yesterday When I and my siblings separate to face the real world It was just like yesterday When I got married and have my first child It was just like yesterday When I saw much grey hair on my head and my grand child It was just like yesterday When I got my 89th wealth of empiricism It was just like today When I saw my 90th wealth of empiricism It was just like yesterday When I never saw today Oh! This life of ours Burns like candle in the wind
My goal, because of you I let many things go.
My goal, I did yearn for you
That I let the world know.
My goal, you made me burn the night candle
Just because I want to glow
You made me listen obliquely to the glow worm song
I had to think and a must to bring.
Because I want to reach you and be
Happy I crossed the Rubicon to achieve the big thing
Most often I call you the parameter to my dream.
Letting all pleasures flow pass me like the stream.
But I did have a vision and I look into it.
That I seldom watch television .
My goal, how elastic you are
My goal, how enthusiastic you made me become.
My goal, you have made me accomplish great deal
Treasured more than gold.
My goal I will see you soon
Because am walking closer to you.
This is my story once again
Lost in the city where I have no say
A goddess in my arms as I go insane
Everyday I wake up having a brighter day
But this is not a fairy-tale
It is the best way to be insane
Once again this current flows through my vain
With a deep passion that I can’t explain
Show me! The man, who says,” life is vanity”
And I will show a man who has never experienced love insanity
I poet, with much imagery
Can’t even explain this love strategy
I will stand by you like the mountains
I will take you to the top like Edmund Hillary
For eternity I will be your sanctuary
For life without you, will be a life of Tom, Dick and Harry
I will say this loud!
Your love keeps me flying like a dove
In my heart you will be placed above
Your love is tossed into my heart like a dice
And keeps on telling me true love never dies.
Even in strive and strife, you stand and said “am yours for life”
This is my story once again
Once again, am love insane.
HOMER!
I dedicate this to you!
The first to recognize barmicide feast.
I appreciate what you appreciated when I did not exist
You transferred that basket of unlimited imagination
Scattered all over the nation is your passion for illusion
My homer
The father of the thoughtful and analytical.
You saw everything as something else
Read this shirt! And you will never be impress
A little while we played their intelligence like chess
Knowledge informal is formal
Only for the homers
To be like me is naturally normal but abnormal
Every sound!
Every word!
Every where!
And everything!
All means a lot to the homers
The feather on the ink is our link
Oh sons of homer!
Speak! Speak! Speak!
Your words are thick
Be silent, we die strong and live stink
You are dead for young’s
But alive and strong
We homers, we sing your love song.
You are great but the greater is here.
For I will be gone for the greatest to be born.
I good son of homer!
Speak like who I am
Without fear
In this business who is the Don?
Oh! Competition for the homers
Has just begun.
Homer is the father of all poets.In this poem the poets was speaking to all poets, exaulting their ability to imagine and also to ask one profound question. Who is the best?
Dreams come true
I have a dream that flows in me like a stream
A mental picture of a great future
I must pass through the eye of a needle that is slim
Carved in my mind like a sculpture
Working very hard everyday before my eyes goes deem
Living with the plans as my life architecture
Mocked and ridiculed by some many cream de la cream
In my heart I said” you can’t destroy this dream structure”
Once again an obsession over me!
Blind to everything as only my dream I see
Faced with temptations like job
But yet stubborn to give up like nelson Mandela
Discriminated by many folks in the globe
But yet I saw like jnr martin Luther
I dreamt that one day you will read this poem
Oh!, , how dreams come true.
“If you truly have a dream, then it will surely come true. Dreams automatically becomes reality when we start working towards it.
white shoke
My 90th empiricisms(p)
This life of mine
So many mistakes
So many failures
All but a lesson
This life of mine
So many wrong decisions
So many things done without precisions
So many distractions
All but a lesson
This life of mine
So many disappointments
So many discouragements
So many talk of torment
All but a lesson
This life of mine
So many betrayers
So many friends as snipers
All but a lesson
This life of ours
So many philosophies
So many controversies
So many discoveries
All but yet so many mysteries
This same life of mine
So many thought
So many plans
So many battles yet unfought
All but a lesson
This life of ours
So many lessons
And how great it will be
If only we could learn very fast
All you are going through is just a lesson
And one day it will be a thing of the past
Oh life of lectures!