PRAY FOR ME If the ocean take the bit between it teeth, So riled to drown me to death. Pray for me If the narrow path begin to erupt thorns to piercing my beautiful thongs. Pray for me If on my mother soil, my breathes now take permission else, bullets shall tell my mother…
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PEN THAT INTRIGUES _Episode 41_ *DON’T ROB ME MY THING* “`(Dedicated to Comr. Atanda Abeeb Olalekan (pka) _Certified O. Lakwize_)“` Thou art a rudiment of Wisdom With you lies success of the kingdom From you I coined the needs of freedom Oh, don’t rob me my things. _Lakwize alákòwé_ You know you have my…
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WHAT IF What if the sun refuses to shine, and oxygen ceases, what if, what if the clouds melt away, and the skies remains a blue sheet, what if the Asteroids foundations crumbles, and babies refuse to crawl, what if, what if these forces disappears, and humans float in the streams of air, what if…
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LEADERS OF TOMORROW Poetess: Voice of the Pen When I came into this world, I came with a stool to sit in her hell, Feeling comatose, anguishing days, Empathy into the disarray cosmos, Water flood – happiness not, but dolor. We are tired down – looking helpless like a goat with a ready knife…
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THIS IS WHY I WRITE I write to find my voice – the voice that doesn’t always speak the truth to people but find its authenticity on paper. I write to try to understand the person that lives inside me, the person that confuses me sometimes and comforts me every now and then. …
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WINSALA MUSES POETIC JUSTICE Respecting something, Expecting nothing We live our lives like bees in hives, marrying wives, making drives and creating fives. We fill our minds with rules of every kinds, seeking without finds groping like the blinds, and falling behind. We fixate our hope on courage to cope, words of the…
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ADAM’S APPLE Paciolo: Adam was created from the earth’s soil From his curvy ribs, eve was created Both dwelt in the never never land (paradise) A loud whisper from heaven said to them Stay away from the red forbidden fruit Delicious as it may look or taste, stay away Tecwanhero: Sons of Adam took…
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WINSALA MUSES POETIC JUSTICE لاكمثلك الله NO REPLICA OF GOD_ I conjure ancient letters and words, Modern letters and words, They aren’t enough to glorify His mightiness. I summon ancient numbers and signs, Modern numbers and signs, They can’t fathom His Power. Yet man want a broken record. Have seen men send letters Of…
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