Senate Existence
To believe God is tantamount to believing in yourself.
To trust Supreme’s decision means ammunition for tomorrows.
Only the wise are strong enough to make mistakes before they are made.
Accept the possibility of defeat before the game starts..
Loss is a mind state…
A mine to the rival’s estate…
To bequest knowledge is to gain quadruple more..
By the last jingle of the mourning bells by the first rap on hell’s gate
will i, a man
speak of my shame?
Will i not my troubles wish to fade? As the stairs of heaven has no cascade, so has the tears of my fears dried out with age.
shall our screams of mercy
still in biers live?
Shall the obsolete fire of triumph still in its closet breathe?
On the grave of our toil,
still do our sorows dine.
The cold pot of anger,
he wishes not to boil.
Only, nature’s stinging arrow of understanding,
has no business with the tyrant notwithstanding.
Stuck in the traffic of confusion,
princely adorned in fustration robes,
laced impeccably for dumpster shoes
On Ravens wings escapes the strife.
Frivolous symphonies from the forest’s pipe,
yet his practice forbids the body’s might.
Immaculate garbage on royal chairs
pens refuse to cringe,
satires best lain on strings
Dirges, life’s concert composes
surgeons’ spark seeks sinister syringes.
So porous is deceits pitch,
modesty would not volunteer to be the snitch.
No sport; more goals
more answers; no questions
nice teachers tend towards thundering temptations.
Forgetfulness heists away adolescent wisdom
miraculous stamps on prayers
endless emphasis embeded on suplications
while socculent slumbers seduces sore soles
enticed by the wiles of defeat;
to steal the honour in victory.
Written by;
Soul-o’man
Mistakes are Teachers
A word does not become a sound until its utterance.
I know I’m only human but not human alone.
Even insects in their order,
do collide with one another.
Tell me, is being human a mistake God made?
if there was a vaccine
It couldn’t have been mine wish
for how would i have learnt what i couldn’t study?
experience they say but i say existence is not just a say
The teacher appears immune to the learner
Yet the most reckless avoid the latter on the terrain.
Yes go ahead judge!
Since you weren’t once a kid
At least Mohammad(SAW) was
Same goes with Christ-reign in peace(RIP).
My only excuse is me.
That anger was a fog
I had to understand or be stood under
Some confess to my imperfection
I almost regret cause it’s only too late
Never had the chance to neglect step lessons from my missteps.
somewhere, a heart was beaming with smiles
While the rod remained stern!
Everyone yet no one is a member of the system
Same choir, different verses, unrhymed rhythm.
Life comes without goodbye
And vanishes before saying hi.
One would assume that such knowledge could help its occurrence.
Yes i greatly believed before i later belonged
Years of witnessing kills swallowing pills to the lungs
There was a pit close by
And on the apex i tilted till ages went by
Friends turned enemies and enemies accomplices.
Accompanied to the past of some futures
In the caravan of human robots
No caution paint on the canvass
Not that i cared even for the roadblocks.
Romance with the devil,
Pity it never sucked a seed
A cry void of a plea!
Sometimes i’m expected to be prim
Most times i cant meet up with that need
And it hurts, almost as much as it stings when you know you’re trying.
At times i thirst of breaking walls with my screams!
If that could help, maybe i won’t mind.
You don’t have to be perfect but pious!
Not pompous but prosperous!
Either pervasive or passive!
But most of the roars are staged in my mind
Whose walls am i crumbling?
Someone said laugh at the massive face of your mistakes!
What do i gain from that?
Yet what do i stand to regret?
Doing so could be a conquest.
No one would relish emphasis embedded on mishaps.
In a flicker, you might have your mind feeling like a god again.
What a waste of pain, right?
Giant guts, no glory.
Gone are the days, where a woman swallows these oaths without knowing who will stomach it
Gone are those days when she has to smash her feet towards that earthenware to define the prosperity of such bonding.
the days where the referee whose welding whistle whines into oblivion
the moment the whisper hushes loud enough.
Days when the sheets need to be sparkling to prove her innocence
Days had to pass prior to his knowledge of her complexion
Neither was she aware of his designation.
Instead of a degree, kolanut and palmwine would do
Tastes and compatibility were aliens.
Sperms and incubators reflected Alpha and Omega
Days when all and sundry In attendance must be embellished in the famous aso ebi
When no tooth renders a token of thought towards the monastery
Days are now, same figures march down with similar toes
No strings just black ties with needled saliva
No ambiguity except with prenups and bugger offs
intentional mistakes
Wallowing from a willing well.
Does it remain voluntary when the vow transforms to a curse?
And someone said infants know not what they need
It becomes a business not politics of bliss
If only they could observe the logs but they smile too much
Yet yes we can
With fairy fists in the air waiting to carve a ring in it.
I don’t hate what the world is coming to
I hate the world
I hate when she comes in two’s
I am somebody.
We’s voice sometimes sound like subtle symphonies
Echoes of empathy
We can kidnap our future right from the depth of our closet.
Junket to a bucket
Better shut your screams if they only make your ear bleed.
Vexed victim
Show us your balls
You despise when it comes to this
Where I need to spill my lungs out
to keep it tightened in
Say there is a slate to slit
And I sat with a frowned smile
Made your troubles my crowned style
Till then you got better
Half smile indeed
You are someone
I we’s you must be continued
Pulse
Respect my wishes
I’m down for critics.
Speed of beasts
Bit by bit,
They all crumble to pits
And fall to pieces
What befell remains a puzzle.
Knit till veins began to nuzzle
Wet the sky with evaporated thoughts
It’s a celebrated wrong or write off.
Venture out via a vacuum
Lecture out all the values
Best of ways to be bitten
straight forward stress swerving the heart sideways.
Tiger
That’s what’s written on my neighbors’ generator
same here but mine is bigger.
Even when the moon is behind the sun,
all that poses a challenge is the taciturn uniformity of the noise
but before that is the priceless digit of the oil.
They say sense leaves a scent even when being guarded by none.
It’s still the same reaction when you hear “let us pray”
Have they ever felt better when you’re not sure it’s the vigilante or the vigil’s anthem?
can you hate these people and still live with their sweat?
Mine has to be bigger maybe not better
but recognition reads no rejection in Residents’ retreat
All there is, is further reason to sell stronger seasonings
Larger reasoning’s with lesser meanings
CNN can’t tell me what to do
If i desire a portion of another Man’s territory?
guess what; i get it
I am like the great Tiger of Russia
thus your opposition has been part of the plan
wait for the contingency.
This might not seem full to you
but how are you sure it was meant to be?
I can’t sleep in the heat
I can’t do without the TV sometimes
I can’t stand the dawning darkness
I can’t just savor my visitors’ perspiration
I can’t afford one, i might just steal it!
I can’t afford to care if it’s named TIGER or SUZUKI
I can’t go against what principle?
I can’t say i don’t know it sucks
i can’t say a change is not required
i can’t exactly say I’m expecting one.
Some me
A awesome need feels like me
Someone’s needs might end me
Without even a gruesome plea granted me
Yet it’s cruel some to think only of me
Can a word sum up the totality of me?
One day, in death I’ll be napped even if it takes to ransom me.
Parasite
Enough of stealing a stroll absent of a toll
It’s high time to get out of my head
and that’s without a plea
My sanity needs rehabilitation
Still, i won’t mind owning it fully again
It’s very tempting to feel like this everlasting
To be the host of the party of laziness
where time is the maitre’d as well as the slave master
And reality is forlorn in a poisonous gloom
An end has to come to the matress’ feeling of a god
I banish sleep with buckles and belt on.
Enough of my world being without its lord
Enough of attempts to resurrect doubts long executed
It’s high time i got my shit together.
Ponderous Paradise
You can’t believe i almost got down there
Power house, i call her
She is in your person
Just as she’s definitely not you.
Advantage was the word
Only it ended as an opposite of itself.
A myriad of emotions, shallow coercions
Which almost made my iris pregnant with ocean rain.
Confession from you of the irrelevance of sought after penance
The supposed confirmation happened to happen to be a affirmation of a alien subject.
The consequence was i using the words dreaded so much upstairs
Yeah, you gave a nod.
I was almost unsure of that
But sensitivity i say is More than a game of senses
You dread the word in mutuality
That made my mind mimic humor
But my heart didn’t.
For the skip of a beat,
I asked why, only to ask again; why what? Why not?
I uttered most truths
Straightened out the lies
Contented with 100 years of scoping you lie.
We defiled the night, didn’t we?
Yet the dawn’s crow was robbed if it’s invisibility
Merely by the verisimilitude of our thoughts and words
Someone said something about a connection.
You are aware of my call aren’t you?
Also as i endeavored to ignore it
Losing you was a nasty affair
Though my face was painted with the impression of the game played fair
Almost all was broken cause of the break
It sure didn’t feel like a recess
If only i hadn’t harkened to the horn
you still don’t know when i was born
But numbers will remain numbers
You do not carry on the way others are lagging off
You can’t ignore me,
but you cant figure why you can’t hate that
Extinction should be the “but’s” portion
But who said i wasn’t human.
Around you, for you, inside you
Those have been my recent destinations.
You really have no idea how the ink became my weapon.
It is not the least
It is not the only
That almost scares you and i didn’t gain that knowledge because your tongue mentioned it.
It erupted from my mind before i could think of it
Sometimes, i feel there’s no time for that
While I’m busy donating a life for that all the time
Spoken words sometimes heal broken ones
What happens when they aren’t doing that?
I concurred to your preference
which involves living it, not just leaving it a reference
I shouldn’t and couldn’t dwell on your compliments
Though they were the visible traits of our acquaintance
Now you don’t even need to be there before i know where you are
Scales, goose bumps sitting on my skin,
Symptoms of your presence.
Voices, racing heartbeats
Features of your absence
And of course I’m the stage
We thrive and practice life at a planet
We rehearse that as separate aliens
I know we cant live till everyday
But can either of us live without the other for a day
If we can’t, then we must stay green
Until one of us leaves for the exit
to join sandy fossils in the shadow world consisting of ghost faces.
The lion in my life got tamed by your flames
I guess that’s why we’re in the same bulb, sharing the light
You can tell that i can tell of the lies in what you tell
You performed a practical on that
and concluded that I’m all you need for a experiment
Seek after other inventions
Cause I’m hardly an alien of your intentions
I’m usually almost always right about all
But you keenly know that i know not all
You almost had a hard time explaining that to yourself
How i got to know? I wish i knew
I’m well willing to commence with you every second anew
Where is my commerce without your comments?
I know you might come with me without laments
Still don’t have a clue as to how you make that feasible
I spent an expensive night,
realized how made up you are with the absence of makeup
We are hurdling on a ladder that looks both ways: down and ups
We live not under resembling roofs
Yet we both are almost home
Humans read of our existence in the same chapter.
I have a feeling you don’t know who you are
Don’t be scared, you can always find out.
Was quite impressed to gain knowledge of your purported aspirations
That had to do with running things
Things that makes almost everyone and everything run for sheer fear of working.
I always convinced myself that my tracks wouldn’t and shouldn’t run towards that future of chilling, sitting and scoping in the shared luxury of a slitted crack.
I have little doubts that you’re aware of the socks I’d rather tango in.
I too am bedeviled as to why i can’t stop thinking of you
Why my hobbies and profession engrave half smile on my lips
While a few kilobytes memory of you kindles a bonfire all around mine nerves and face.
What does it matter if i don’t employ impeccable words?
Still with no vacancy,
I’m filled in the post of the right thought
Our futile conversations possess the tendency of quickening my dreamless nights.
When something’s probably not right,
I find solace by faith in your strength and might
Especially as you can’t transform by what i say or write
Days of resentment are over
The spell expired, owing to that unintentional night.
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