Adore and hasten to learning, Respective of colours of mind set, With the spirit of up bringing, But still learn in darkness.
Appeals and Begged the senses, Refused and tender, wicked and strong spiritual tied, Tell if human or spirit? Unwind the wind and unveil the veil.
Can't dared face your boldness' Cant dared question authorities of thy mouth, The eyes strongly dropped of waters, The ears heard too strange, The foot hardly stand its ground,
What a learning! Like blessed honey, Learning so beautiful, Learning in darkness of light, What a learning! But felt with pains.
Her noise was too much, For everywhere in feel, wondered why is like that, Too dark for Young, Say my prayers, Let a spirit rest.
Her noise was too much, For its barked, The dogs. For its whistled, The birds. For its prostrated, The lizards. For its dwell down the waters, The fishes. For its cocks, The fouls. Say my prayers, Let a spirit rest.
They speak, The moon. He walks, The stars. He flew, The sun. He sat, The rain. Let a spirit rest!
Her noise was too much, Let a spirit rest. He saw, The trees. He ate, The breaths. Say my prayers, Let a spirit rest.
She took out of its funny deceiving attitudes, Liars in the compound, Communicating different styles of its thought, Liars in the compound, Thinking death of a left deceived, Liars in the compound, Seen and percepts all in psychic, Liars in the compound, She thought made dumped its usual waste, Liars in the compound, Called either fool for feeding, Gluttons and gourmand, the language Liars in the compound, A times survive in her self interest, Liars in the compound, But mutuality forgotten, Liars its called in the compound, She took out of its funny deceiving attitudes, Liars in the compound. Beings and its glory are for existence, Liars in the compound, Tried to stop for its greed! Liars in the compound, She wished for timely death of a nature revealer, Liars in the compound, She wished for a last breaths seizure, Liars in the compound, For his depth of call his divine, Liars in the compound, confused passionless either of its secret tender, Liars in the compound, She finally agree to yes for no question! Liars in the compound.
Mother Nigeria Africa, Can a tree make forest? Few out of dozens. Man without woman, Light without darkness, Words without ears, Say my prayers, To a cherished countrywoman A proud country in riches, Unity in diversities says, Saved prayers to save a nation, To give Africa a voice.
Searched and found for love, Criticisms and hatred engross mind each, Where is a proud country Nigeria? Deceits and deceived founds in final statement, Mother Nigeria Africa?
Give a nation a voice, Africans par say. Remembered creche childhood, Remembered primary beginning, Remembered secondary lifestyle, Remembered higher learning race, Yet no love of countrywoman, Mother Nigeria Africa?
Taught in primary one, Taught in primary two, Taught in primary three, So and so in subsequent classes of a nation, Yet no love of countrywoman, Oh! mother Nigeria Africa?
Brought in love with them through, Ate with them in love through, Taught with them in love through, Yet no love of countrywoman, My songs, Give Africa a voice, Mother Nigeria Africa.
I heard a white man's drum, Echoing in the black man's ear, With its irresistible input and output device, That makes it more lively, In a computable world of technology.
I adore your beautiful names, In the glittering facade of your green eden. Made a cricket slit a night silence, With the scalpel of its throat. Indeed, adoration is your name.
The knowledge of your efficiency, Express seconds of your wide access, At a very moment of trillions doors. Indeed, great is none other than your name. My profound computer!
Language and languages are singing praises of hallelujah, Thoughts are wondering of your supernatural invention, Minds are kept with daily spirit of worships, Words are expressed through daily dance of your reality, Body of its totality asked to say well done, Indeed, great is none other than your name. My profound computer!
Proudly African, Addicted to writings Girded with words. Expressions best food, Water i drink daily! Body an epitome of epitaph.
Was called names, A poet, novelist, a writer, a Philosopher, A painter, a teacher, a dramatist, a spiritualist, an adventurer, Perhaps a performer and a pastor. Found difficult to understand.
Remember was called, From the matrix of mother, Olorumfemi, Orogun, Olubunmi, Ayodele and Samuel. Those names and myself. Jemimah called from womb to a prophet, Isaiah called from womb to bring Jacob, Was called to be myself Bunmi. Clone of Godson images.
Indeed lovely, Sweet able like blessed honey, Anointed with divine call, Rare gold embrace with silver and diamond. Fragrance of splendid, Striking figure with striking picture, Soulful keen with pure heart. Myself as Bunmi!
Says who you poor, You aren't poor, For discovered not fully discerns, Says who you poor, You aren't poor, For discovered not fully discerns, Nature bound says eyes. Be alive says nature bound, Be alive says nature bound.
Says who you poor, You aren't poor, For discovered not fully discerns, Says who you poor, For discovered not fully discerns, Nature bound says eyes. Be alive says nature bound, Be alive says nature bound.
Says who you poor, You aren't poor, For discovered not fully discerns, Says who you poor, For discovered not fully discerns, Nature bound says eyes. Be alive says nature bound, Be alive says nature bound.
Olusola, Segun Patriarch called, Colossus called, Epitome called, Quintessential called,
Fishers, called shark, Hunters, called Lion, Pilot, called movement, Sailors called Directives and direction, Arts, called Timing Salt, Lineages called Baba,
Olusola, segun Ipeu Ogun State called, Intelligence, called veterans, Lagoons, called Mirror in the sun Marina, Spirits, called Savior, Angels, called souls,
Dancers, called Dance Ambassador, Producers, called post production, Painters, called paint, Furniture's called craft builder, Televisions, called lighting, Deaths, called living, Livings, called anointing, Anoints, called grace, Grace, called blessed, And waters called pure water, Then called a World prophet, Rest and sleep in resounding blossom.
Asked Your heavenly treasures, Asked for a right licensed, Asked simply your birth right, Your license its mean - to have mixed, Mixed with specialties of different kinds, Possibly, known and known.
I pray for good food, Good food at morning hour, Good Food at noon hour, Good food at night hour, Even at midnight hour, I pray for divine cleanness, I pray for holy spirit...
Poisonous land, Precious indeed, That's you are! Heavy to deliver, Night be deadly, Night be an horrors' beauty, For dogs does not bark for nothing, Must stated and a statement! Poisonous land.....
Light definitely ablaze darkness, Despite snow white and blood red still, Brevity a watch word, An assignment, Poisonous land, I pray for deliverance, I pray for divine light, Poisonous land.
Prostitution i see or a party? Prostitution of course and parties confirmed A river of a sperm counts bath the nature Prostitution prostitutes and prostrate the hearts It is impressive and adoring in its own field
Biblical it is against the will they said, It is contrary and barbaric to the land It is improper and intolerable to the senses It is nonsense and not ideal thing It is unlawful and incomprehensible as regards the acts.
But questions on survivals and a survivor of the fittest Who is playing the music? Who is dancing to the music? Who is a builder or the occupant? Who are the players or the spectators? Who is a seller or the buyers? Who owns a profit and the profits? Who is a Devil? A woman, a man, a spirit or human? Rather a boy or a girl?
Now answers to the above, Indeed a war, a spiritual and physical warfare. Indeed greed, greed of being best and i know. Indeed lacks of vision, spiritual growth and understanding. Finally, adjust, rebuild, reshape and define yourself.
Prostitution to the blinds, Prostitution to the cowards, Prostitution in the minds of the myopic, Prostitution in its surface meaning, Prostitution to a neophyte, Prostitution indeed is called to the prostitutes! Understand? Prostitution.....
In world of conformity and transformable, Where tattered streams assimilated deeds, With thought of personal exhibitions, Marvelous subscribe achieve competency, Build way and sheep to mind objectivity,
Honour and respect to great philanthropist, Prayers to great expensive one, Acknowledgement to irrefutable plain, Innermost dedication to Queen deeds,
Woman of natural substance, Benevolence among city throngs, Subject knowledge and wisdom to throne desire, Begnacious stigma in world of multitudes, Achieving capacity potentials endowed,
Perspicacious woman in rest ages, Accomplish natural thought of key father, With stainless heart of pure mind, regards personal belief for father, Queen great success in Billions and trillions acts, Queen her irresistible natural character.
He is a man always left on his solitude, with his might set, like a sharp sword, His hands always exhausting pens, with papers filled to the brim.
His heart gush and groan wide with his head affirming, from side to side. His words forces of wide thought scheming words of all sought.
His dreams scanned in booklet, this man rain all in droplet. He exposes the secret of nature and give details of all creature.
He mimics the ways of the philosophers but not of vivid terms, it differs. He write of many immortal shadows setting transparency of its immense sorrow.
His mind fight with his desires, his heart embellishing what he has acquired. When he turned activist of the state, his works even the little hate.
His words read the heart of many causing his plight to be plenty. He was killed because of his poem, He his an actor who died by his play, A director who died by his directing, A producer who died by his production, A costumier who died by his costumes, An editor who died by his editing, A dancer who died by his dance, A writer who died by his writing, A banker who died by his banking, A teacher who died by his teaching, A medical doctor who died by his medicine, A driver who died by his driving, A drummer who died by his drumming, A food seller who died by his food, A browser who died by his browsing, A carpenter who died by his carpentry, A painter who died by his painting, A noise maker who died by his noisy, A pilot who died of piloting, A computer operator who died by his computing, Jesus Christ who died for our sins, A poet who died by his poem. He is a poet who died by his poem.
A school so lovely! Lovely with a divine reaches, Reaches of a many. Many of an uncountable, Uncountable a challenge, Challenge of a nation, Nations of the world, World approved by God.
A school so lovely! Lovely and beautiful, Beautiful eyes of many learners! Learners of the learned, Learned of a nation, Nations of the world, World attested by God.
A school so lovely! Lovely in time creche, Creche of a pre-school, Pre-school of a school, School in time schools, Schools of the schooled, Schooled of many nation, Nations of a world, World assigned by God.
A school so lovely! Lovely so divine, Divine of many endless. Endless full of abundance grace. Grace endowed with wisdom, Wisdom full of depth, Depths stand a nation Nations stand the world, World approved by an awesome God.
I woke up a longtime sleep; A sleep felt with a gentle breeze of illusion, Illusion of a cool tricks! Illusion of reality! Reality of what a life has taught.
Creativity lies in the spirits; Spirit of a whoever! As an embodiment of a biblical prophecy. What an immortal God! Raining, Sunning, Moon blossom, Day, Night and plans' packaged. Creativity a blatant robber; Stole with proofs of a depth artful. Tell me if a man being or a lizard animal? Creativity ate the physical adornment; And silenced left the spirit alone, Indeed a lizard man you are.. And creativity of a lizard man.
It started as a metaphysics In the treading part of medicine, Where all sorts of consultants are gathered A gorge of experience enter into belly To say that the dead not die but live.
The connectivities of the dead speak aloud. The eyes is strongly naked but could'nt see The ear therefore try not deaf but dumb; The dead asked to raise the flag, It is not the size but the calling.
It is the tradition of these eminent scientists It is customary in the compound. It is the bed which they lay upon; It is the celebrations of their soaring, Signs and wonders never ceased to end.
I have come to open the darkness cloud: I have come to sacrifice death for living; I have come to empties for fullness. I have come to tell the words of the corpse, That the dead is not die but also live.
Indeed silence she is and he is at moment, Lies waiting passionate in a Queue, Listening and hacking voices, Hovering tenaciously for a mark, Marks of life and death, Lurking behind a clouded weather, To unveil the veiling darkness, To see the unborn creativities.
A storyteller of many stories, Has his or her own stories told, Told by the creativities of the unborn, Truly the world has its mark, Despite positive or negative, Black or white? stories indeed to tell, Stories by the creativities of the unborn.
secret stories of the ancestors, secret stories of both light and dark clouds, secret stories of the moon and sun, Perhaps, secret stories of days and nights, Genders or races, colours, tribes and languages, Yes! it is wake keep and creativities of the unborn, Yes! it is creativities of yesterday, today, tomorrow and forever, Yes! it is unborn creativities and the creativities of the unborned...
The coloring effect of all the worlds' stories and messages simply called amphitheatre made clear at the outset of its prologue alongside its branding culture to see a home called theater, where the gods and the theatre deities communicate with lightnings, props, costumes, drums and audience in the play spirit of a playwright, Director, Stage manager and Cast singing and dancing in and at a home simply called theatre a play and not a surgical theatre the abattoir.
IN my new discover world wishing for the best as the new year is approaching!
ReplyDeleteHere we are again wishing all a prosperous new year.
ReplyDeleteFrom a lullaby in cradle,
ReplyDeleteWhere you glitter like marble,
To see your beautiful face,
They will know you come from a noble race,
I see tears in the face of the ugly,
That your beauty has erased,
You are of nice height,
And have skin like fine Gold,
Your hair solemn like the green grass,
Creamy for the touch of the morning dew,
I see beauty in your face,
I won’t lie,
And even though I have to lie,
Not this time,
Looking at your face,
I saw spotless face that makes your face mingling with beauty,
When you walk,
You walked in such an amazing ease,
And give the earth a touch for peace.
When you talk,
I hear voice of a long awaiting sanity,
Because every of your words are benefiting.
When you touch me with your right hand,
I feel the touch in it like the morning dew that cools the blaze at night.
When you smile with your white teeth,
Radiating brilliance,
It looks like the gathering of an angels,
where white colors are found.
When you curl your stylish legs,
In such a profuse calling,
It clear to identify you,
This only,
The beautiful African woman.
This only,
The beautiful African Damsels.
This only,
The beautiful African Mothers.
This only,
The beautiful African Nation.
IF I DIE.
ReplyDeleteHope not to die soon,
But if i die?
Have lost a divine key,
Key to many lives,
Key of triumphalist.
Appealed abundant lives,
Appealed survivors,
Appealed mercy,
Because if i die?
Don't know.
LEARNING IN THE DARKNESS.
ReplyDeleteAdore and hasten to learning,
Respective of colours of mind set,
With the spirit of up bringing,
But still learn in darkness.
Appeals and Begged the senses,
Refused and tender,
wicked and strong spiritual tied,
Tell if human or spirit?
Unwind the wind and unveil the veil.
Can't dared face your boldness'
Cant dared question authorities of thy mouth,
The eyes strongly dropped of waters,
The ears heard too strange,
The foot hardly stand its ground,
What a learning!
Like blessed honey,
Learning so beautiful,
Learning in darkness of light,
What a learning!
But felt with pains.
LET A SPIRIT REST.
ReplyDeleteHer noise was too much,
For everywhere in feel,
wondered why is like that,
Too dark for Young,
Say my prayers,
Let a spirit rest.
Her noise was too much,
For its barked,
The dogs.
For its whistled,
The birds.
For its prostrated,
The lizards.
For its dwell down the waters,
The fishes.
For its cocks,
The fouls.
Say my prayers,
Let a spirit rest.
They speak,
The moon.
He walks,
The stars.
He flew,
The sun.
He sat,
The rain.
Let a spirit rest!
Her noise was too much,
Let a spirit rest.
He saw,
The trees.
He ate,
The breaths.
Say my prayers,
Let a spirit rest.
LIARS IN THE COMPOUND ITS CALLED.
ReplyDeleteShe took out of its funny deceiving attitudes,
Liars in the compound,
Communicating different styles of its thought,
Liars in the compound,
Thinking death of a left deceived,
Liars in the compound,
Seen and percepts all in psychic,
Liars in the compound,
She thought made dumped its usual waste,
Liars in the compound,
Called either fool for feeding,
Gluttons and gourmand, the language
Liars in the compound,
A times survive in her self interest,
Liars in the compound,
But mutuality forgotten,
Liars its called in the compound,
She took out of its funny deceiving attitudes,
Liars in the compound.
Beings and its glory are for existence,
Liars in the compound,
Tried to stop for its greed!
Liars in the compound,
She wished for timely death of a nature revealer,
Liars in the compound,
She wished for a last breaths seizure,
Liars in the compound,
For his depth of call his divine,
Liars in the compound,
confused passionless either of its secret tender,
Liars in the compound,
She finally agree to yes for no question!
Liars in the compound.
LOVE.
ReplyDeleteThe world asked where is Loved?
The waters Asked where it is?
Thought was a chain love neck,
But it was questionable for native.
Her love was covered in spirit heart and Mind,
Covered with clouds,
It asked but could not in her eye,
Still covered in her cloud.
Pride and proud of her,
Was endowed in her Birth,
Covered to maximum,
Love her name.
MOTHER NIGERIA AFRICA.
ReplyDeleteMother Nigeria Africa,
Can a tree make forest?
Few out of dozens.
Man without woman,
Light without darkness,
Words without ears,
Say my prayers,
To a cherished countrywoman
A proud country in riches,
Unity in diversities says,
Saved prayers to save a nation,
To give Africa a voice.
Searched and found for love,
Criticisms and hatred engross mind each,
Where is a proud country Nigeria?
Deceits and deceived founds in final statement,
Mother Nigeria Africa?
Give a nation a voice,
Africans par say.
Remembered creche childhood,
Remembered primary beginning,
Remembered secondary lifestyle,
Remembered higher learning race,
Yet no love of countrywoman,
Mother Nigeria Africa?
Taught in primary one,
Taught in primary two,
Taught in primary three,
So and so in subsequent classes of a nation,
Yet no love of countrywoman,
Oh! mother Nigeria Africa?
Brought in love with them through,
Ate with them in love through,
Taught with them in love through,
Yet no love of countrywoman,
My songs,
Give Africa a voice,
Mother Nigeria Africa.
MY COMPUTER.
ReplyDeleteI heard a white man's drum,
Echoing in the black man's ear,
With its irresistible input and output device,
That makes it more lively,
In a computable world of technology.
I adore your beautiful names,
In the glittering facade of your green eden.
Made a cricket slit a night silence,
With the scalpel of its throat.
Indeed, adoration is your name.
The knowledge of your efficiency,
Express seconds of your wide access,
At a very moment of trillions doors.
Indeed, great is none other than your name.
My profound computer!
Language and languages are singing praises of hallelujah,
Thoughts are wondering of your supernatural invention,
Minds are kept with daily spirit of worships,
Words are expressed through daily dance of your reality,
Body of its totality asked to say well done,
Indeed, great is none other than your name.
My profound computer!
MY DOGS.
ReplyDeleteThe dogs i have
have eaten my bones
With a serious indebted hunger
what a crazy and incredible dogs they are
Hatred it was inevitable
likeness it was unquestionable
i called for my bones of survivals
A wicked and strong spiritual tied
Is it craziness of a nature?
I dont know may be it was a revelation
or is it just beware of dogs in silence?
i dont know may be it was a soul for real
The dogs i have
how i wish you have a writer's brain
how i wish you have an eagle eye
my irresistible dogs
draw your ear to listen.
MYSELF AS BUNMI.
ReplyDeleteProudly African,
Addicted to writings
Girded with words.
Expressions best food,
Water i drink daily!
Body an epitome of epitaph.
Was called names,
A poet, novelist, a writer, a Philosopher,
A painter, a teacher, a dramatist, a spiritualist, an adventurer,
Perhaps a performer and a pastor.
Found difficult to understand.
Remember was called,
From the matrix of mother,
Olorumfemi, Orogun, Olubunmi, Ayodele and Samuel.
Those names and myself.
Jemimah called from womb to a prophet,
Isaiah called from womb to bring Jacob,
Was called to be myself Bunmi.
Clone of Godson images.
Indeed lovely,
Sweet able like blessed honey,
Anointed with divine call,
Rare gold embrace with silver and diamond.
Fragrance of splendid,
Striking figure with striking picture,
Soulful keen with pure heart.
Myself as Bunmi!
NATURE BOUND.
ReplyDeleteSays who you poor,
You aren't poor,
For discovered not fully discerns,
Says who you poor,
You aren't poor,
For discovered not fully discerns,
Nature bound says eyes.
Be alive says nature bound,
Be alive says nature bound.
Says who you poor,
You aren't poor,
For discovered not fully discerns,
Says who you poor,
For discovered not fully discerns,
Nature bound says eyes.
Be alive says nature bound,
Be alive says nature bound.
Says who you poor,
You aren't poor,
For discovered not fully discerns,
Says who you poor,
For discovered not fully discerns,
Nature bound says eyes.
Be alive says nature bound,
Be alive says nature bound.
OLUSOLA, SEGUN IPERU OGUN STATE.
ReplyDeleteOlusola, Segun
Patriarch called,
Colossus called,
Epitome called,
Quintessential called,
Fishers, called shark,
Hunters, called Lion,
Pilot, called movement,
Sailors called Directives and direction,
Arts, called Timing Salt,
Lineages called Baba,
Olusola, segun Ipeu Ogun State called,
Intelligence, called veterans,
Lagoons, called Mirror in the sun Marina,
Spirits, called Savior,
Angels, called souls,
Dancers, called Dance Ambassador,
Producers, called post production,
Painters, called paint,
Furniture's called craft builder,
Televisions, called lighting,
Deaths, called living,
Livings, called anointing,
Anoints, called grace,
Grace, called blessed,
And waters called pure water,
Then called a World prophet,
Rest and sleep in resounding blossom.
Asked Your heavenly treasures,
ReplyDeleteAsked for a right licensed,
Asked simply your birth right,
Your license its mean - to have mixed,
Mixed with specialties of different kinds,
Possibly, known and known.
Poisonous land,
Precious indeed,
Poisonous land,
Holy Indeed,
Poisonous Land,
Beauty Indeed,
Poisonous Land.
I pray for good food,
Good food at morning hour,
Good Food at noon hour,
Good food at night hour,
Even at midnight hour,
I pray for divine cleanness,
I pray for holy spirit...
Poisonous land,
Precious indeed,
That's you are!
Heavy to deliver,
Night be deadly,
Night be an horrors' beauty,
For dogs does not bark for nothing,
Must stated and a statement!
Poisonous land.....
Light definitely ablaze darkness,
Despite snow white and blood red still,
Brevity a watch word,
An assignment,
Poisonous land,
I pray for deliverance,
I pray for divine light,
Poisonous land.
PROSTITUTION.
ReplyDeleteProstitution i see or a party?
Prostitution of course and parties confirmed
A river of a sperm counts bath the nature
Prostitution prostitutes and prostrate the hearts
It is impressive and adoring in its own field
Biblical it is against the will they said,
It is contrary and barbaric to the land
It is improper and intolerable to the senses
It is nonsense and not ideal thing
It is unlawful and incomprehensible as regards the acts.
But questions on survivals and a survivor of the fittest
Who is playing the music?
Who is dancing to the music?
Who is a builder or the occupant?
Who are the players or the spectators?
Who is a seller or the buyers?
Who owns a profit and the profits?
Who is a Devil? A woman, a man, a spirit or human?
Rather a boy or a girl?
Now answers to the above,
Indeed a war, a spiritual and physical warfare.
Indeed greed, greed of being best and i know.
Indeed lacks of vision, spiritual growth and understanding.
Finally, adjust, rebuild, reshape and define yourself.
Prostitution to the blinds,
Prostitution to the cowards,
Prostitution in the minds of the myopic,
Prostitution in its surface meaning,
Prostitution to a neophyte,
Prostitution indeed is called to the prostitutes!
Understand?
Prostitution.....
In world of conformity and transformable,
ReplyDeleteWhere tattered streams assimilated deeds,
With thought of personal exhibitions,
Marvelous subscribe achieve competency,
Build way and sheep to mind objectivity,
Honour and respect to great philanthropist,
Prayers to great expensive one,
Acknowledgement to irrefutable plain,
Innermost dedication to Queen deeds,
Woman of natural substance,
Benevolence among city throngs,
Subject knowledge and wisdom to throne desire,
Begnacious stigma in world of multitudes,
Achieving capacity potentials endowed,
Perspicacious woman in rest ages,
Accomplish natural thought of key father,
With stainless heart of pure mind,
regards personal belief for father,
Queen great success in Billions and trillions acts,
Queen her irresistible natural character.
REVISION OF A POET WHO DIED BY HIS POEM.
ReplyDeleteHe is a man always left on his solitude,
with his might set, like a sharp sword,
His hands always exhausting pens,
with papers filled to the brim.
His heart gush and groan wide
with his head affirming, from side to side.
His words forces of wide thought
scheming words of all sought.
His dreams scanned in booklet,
this man rain all in droplet.
He exposes the secret of nature
and give details of all creature.
He mimics the ways of the philosophers
but not of vivid terms, it differs.
He write of many immortal shadows
setting transparency of its immense sorrow.
His mind fight with his desires,
his heart embellishing what he has acquired.
When he turned activist of the state,
his works even the little hate.
His words read the heart of many
causing his plight to be plenty.
He was killed because of his poem,
He his an actor who died by his play,
A director who died by his directing,
A producer who died by his production,
A costumier who died by his costumes,
An editor who died by his editing,
A dancer who died by his dance,
A writer who died by his writing,
A banker who died by his banking,
A teacher who died by his teaching,
A medical doctor who died by his medicine,
A driver who died by his driving,
A drummer who died by his drumming,
A food seller who died by his food,
A browser who died by his browsing,
A carpenter who died by his carpentry,
A painter who died by his painting,
A noise maker who died by his noisy,
A pilot who died of piloting,
A computer operator who died by his computing,
Jesus Christ who died for our sins,
A poet who died by his poem.
He is a poet who died by his poem.
SCHOOL.
ReplyDeleteA school so lovely!
Lovely with a divine reaches,
Reaches of a many.
Many of an uncountable,
Uncountable a challenge,
Challenge of a nation,
Nations of the world,
World approved by God.
A school so lovely!
Lovely and beautiful,
Beautiful eyes of many learners!
Learners of the learned,
Learned of a nation,
Nations of the world,
World attested by God.
A school so lovely!
Lovely in time creche,
Creche of a pre-school,
Pre-school of a school,
School in time schools,
Schools of the schooled,
Schooled of many nation,
Nations of a world,
World assigned by God.
A school so lovely!
Lovely so divine,
Divine of many endless.
Endless full of abundance grace.
Grace endowed with wisdom,
Wisdom full of depth,
Depths stand a nation
Nations stand the world,
World approved by an awesome God.
CREATIVITY OF A LIZARD MAN.
ReplyDeleteI woke up a longtime sleep;
A sleep felt with a gentle breeze of illusion,
Illusion of a cool tricks!
Illusion of reality!
Reality of what a life has taught.
Creativity lies in the spirits;
Spirit of a whoever!
As an embodiment of a biblical prophecy.
What an immortal God!
Raining, Sunning, Moon blossom, Day, Night and plans' packaged.
Creativity a blatant robber;
Stole with proofs of a depth artful.
Tell me if a man being or a lizard animal?
Creativity ate the physical adornment;
And silenced left the spirit alone,
Indeed a lizard man you are..
And creativity of a lizard man.
THE DEAD LIVE.
ReplyDeleteIt started as a metaphysics
In the treading part of medicine,
Where all sorts of consultants are gathered
A gorge of experience enter into belly
To say that the dead not die but live.
The connectivities of the dead speak aloud.
The eyes is strongly naked but could'nt see
The ear therefore try not deaf but dumb;
The dead asked to raise the flag,
It is not the size but the calling.
It is the tradition of these eminent scientists
It is customary in the compound.
It is the bed which they lay upon;
It is the celebrations of their soaring,
Signs and wonders never ceased to end.
I have come to open the darkness cloud:
I have come to sacrifice death for living;
I have come to empties for fullness.
I have come to tell the words of the corpse,
That the dead is not die but also live.
THE UNBORN CREATIVITIES.
ReplyDeleteIndeed silence she is and he is at moment,
Lies waiting passionate in a Queue,
Listening and hacking voices,
Hovering tenaciously for a mark,
Marks of life and death,
Lurking behind a clouded weather,
To unveil the veiling darkness,
To see the unborn creativities.
A storyteller of many stories,
Has his or her own stories told,
Told by the creativities of the unborn,
Truly the world has its mark,
Despite positive or negative,
Black or white?
stories indeed to tell,
Stories by the creativities of the unborn.
secret stories of the ancestors,
secret stories of both light and dark clouds,
secret stories of the moon and sun,
Perhaps, secret stories of days and nights,
Genders or races, colours, tribes and languages,
Yes! it is wake keep and creativities of the unborn,
Yes! it is creativities of yesterday, today, tomorrow and forever,
Yes! it is unborn creativities and the creativities of the unborned...
THEATRE A PLAY.
ReplyDeleteThe coloring effect of all the worlds' stories and messages simply called amphitheatre made clear at the outset of its prologue alongside its branding culture to see a home called theater, where the gods and the theatre deities communicate with lightnings, props, costumes, drums and audience in the play spirit of a playwright, Director, Stage manager and Cast singing and dancing in and at a home simply called theatre a play and not a surgical theatre the abattoir.
Tel Phone Number
ReplyDelete)8121027273 Bunmi Orogun samuel ( Manager ).