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My village girl (Soul-o’man)

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My village girl.

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My little village girl;
To the world she came with looks of a puppy.
My adorable village girl;
To the cheeks of her kins she brought smiles.

My sharp village girl;
Toilessly acknowledging the presence of her beauty.
My punctual village girl;
Timelessly in tune with the trend of her time.

My industrious village girl;
Never relenting in painting herself pretty.
My God fearing village girl;
Not known to have created any crime intentionally.

My vigilant village girl;
Impossibly conversant with the quality& quantity of her enviers.
My sensitive village girl;
In no haste to reveal her vulnerability as to attraction.

My endowed village girl;
Her charming chest& back skillessly edited.
My strategic village girl;
judge of the ripe hour to visit the river.

My oppurtuned village girl;
Intoxicated on the fantasies of 4 wall colleges.
My ambitious village girl;
Welded in and without with wilder wishes.

My numerous village girl;
All in one with none for herself
My charitable village girl;
Songs of paradoxical praises in her honour

My mysterious village girl;
Black yesterday, yellow tomorrow
My paranoid village girl;
Keen on being the next social kamikaze

My enlightened village girl;
Can she ever see the light?
My spontaneous village girl;
Swift to summon her sick defenses.

My vague village girl
Life here is being versatile in vogue.
My indifferent village girl
Why bother ask about her beliefs?

My then village girl
Since she has long switched names with whom?
My village girl
Will she ever stop being a village girl?

Cray (soul-o’man)

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Cray

Weakness is not my thing, it’s everyone’s
When i set foot on this pedestal
That voice requested confirmation
I offered it in 100 folds on a golden plate
Check my heartbeat,
I wish i knew what that meant.
It’s almost impossible for you to believe
A leaf on a bee is something i seldom see
But with quarantined retinas i observed the globe
And amongst all stars was one with the name of a religion.
I don’t know why i just said that
But that is supposed to be rhetorical
Who’s listening?.

When i say who cares,
I actually meant we do but from the back
Such that it ceases to exist.
At some point in this pace of a race
I almost hit the exit.
This mind would scare anyone who manages to gain a moment’s access.
I can’t refuse what i cant diffuse
Does that make you confused?
Again who’s answering?

Swearings, i observe a lot
Especially when i don’t want to
Staring at a fork with 4 claws and 3 spaces,
made the temple in my heart break into a run
Only it stumbled, got humbled by an Angel i think
Well that was the freshly dug well for all grumbles
Which occured before or after?

The bush on my head,
I heared gives some people laughter
Don’t wander about the some cause the sum of all sapiens is a total of vanity.
Believe me not cause i do or it’s what i want
Let it be a permanence of nature.
Who graced my emotions with a smile
and my fears with a tear?
The cake on my face, who smeared?
I know i sound crazy
But I’m used to it.

Madness with hope (Soul-o’man)

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Madness with hope.

With a bent back, exploded face,
Uncercumcised fury, unrepenting joviality,
Packaged pregnancy, butt-naked navel,
Coupled with invisible companions.

She fulfils the prophecy of Rocks playing the role of men
She rides on exposed feet.
She delegates the power of weilding the reins to her shoulders
She is professionaly mad.

Punctually exhibiting confident smiling teeth,
not a single decline from the Ladder of self esteem.
never having to not have nothing to do.
Ever so humble with her wasted wisdom.

Once a celebrated branch of a family tree
Now a prominent pioneer of the street team.
When the world wonders she slumbers,
With no goals in the game she’s a hunter.

The universe but her seems marveled,
how she journeys with mysteries unraveled.
Such as the sapien whom with her slept
Whose sperm ressurected her seeds.

Sanity breeds not satisfaction.
Not even ritualists have use for crazy heads.
There is a glitter of hope when with a smile or a sweat,
the so called sorrow ceases to be a threat.

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Hell in a Freezer (soul-o’man)

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Hell in a freezer

Man can do what he wants
When he wants what he does.
Most shoes are strapped against the foot’s will.
Merriment and misery mostly managed as an oxymoron.
Such nostalgic epilogue.

Are there more ants than we have children?
If there are,
Is the child not supposed to be the boss?
If that’s true,
How plucky is the Ants’ virus to sanction the child’s paralysis.
For hours or days, weeks or months, years or forever?

There she stood transfixed,
Shivering in steaming perspiration.
Right at the centre of a frosty solar perplexity.
Oh life! She screamed,
Only to see no sound
Oh heavens! She glanced up,
Only to hear no sky.

There goes the train’s whistle
Here comes unicorns dreams
There lies the salvation
There escapes the revelation
Here stays the temptation.
All for the course of what nation?
This is our contemplation.

One notion spells out the birth of one nation.
Nation then procreates;
Breeding boastless billions of her ancestor.
So she stops staying single
After all,
someone said something about fruitfulness and multiplication.
On goes the calculation
Till the entire equation equals a deceitful division.

Hence the offsprings;
Spring less to stay on
Work less to drive more
Cash less to spend scores
Think less to act sore
Eat less to show off
Act less deeds to boast of.
Performing the rites and chores of a refrigerator,
In the chamber wise labyrinths of a maze like incubator.