DECEIT....HARDEST IN LOVE...

                   

    

What man desires is like the look of a well powered face

Well presented …badly packaged..

Same as beautiful women…but bad wives

Why should man be deceived with magic and charm?

Fantasies and imagery have been the concept of deception

Man loves a finished production

And hates the workable, painstaking revelations

That follows a well tailored manipulation

Why is the heart flummoxed in a deep rot in the soul?

Why do we cry in deception and not lies?

Why do we sway in infatuation and not love?

Why do we follow politicians and not pastors?

Facials are rabid imaginations of unforeseen disasters

Clouded in deep dark mist of deception

But shines like a knight on a new armour

Beware for all that glitters and flutters are not made of gold

THE DREAM....NEVER FORGET...

Some people are unknown answers

To unknown people’s dreams

Silent reticent givers of many unsuspecting dreams

Yet binding, unfolding the secret of things to be

Here I am, standing unknowingly

Whose dreams I crush not knowing

Just because I’m making a showing

And time to fulfill people’s dreams is passing

We as humans should be very careful

For we don’t know when we would be needful

Of those we see today as handfuls

They may be tomorrow’s mouthfuls

Looking down on people today

Is crushing your progress of the day

When insults stings your tongue…don’t dare

You may be drying your sun before the air.

MY PHONE

I hope the twittering of my phone would just flip

My anger is not the twit twit pring!

It’s the obnoxious deliberate disturbance

Of this friend, yet an enemy to the public

They hate him to air his views to my alert

Even though we all have this accused companion as friends

But why would mine be accused of this onomatopoeic resonance?

That frightened rather than alerting them?

If eyes could kill, then I could have holes in my pocket

For all their coal hot eyes went there

Sneering with blood thirsty eyes

To rip me off my companion and wife

I’ve always told you phone and foe

To keep shut in public, yet you never know

How I wish you were a man also

So that you eat this shame too

NIGERIA MY BELOVED

I cry my beloved

You are no more loved

As was thought as odd

Which I didn’t understand your urge

Which of your son’s blood spilled?

From guns of the thrilled

Been made to have a bad seal

That can never be broken with skill

Don’t cry my beloved

Because our fight

Which was never right

Will be made light

I pray for you my beloved

As such; never to hear you cough

Don’t be summoned into a court hall

Because that is when you have lost all

 Wipe your tears my beloved

There is light, so there is still hope

We are tired of being independent like the ape

One day we must wear this grandiose robe

Be comforted by beloved

Because you can’t lose in all

Due to that great fall

When we tried…playing different balls

Be reminded my beloved

One day all your efforts will be crowned with cheers

See yourself sitting on a golden chair

That is not made of air

Be renewed my pride, my love, my country

For you’re a giant in different strides

Who are all kings…prowling with stripes

For in them, your glory will shine in pride