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Unrest Soul: Pharaohs (1)

Chickenpox can’t strike a host twice
Its the thunder bolt alike and likewise.

You can’t find fire in an ice
There might be truth in a lie
But a lie is a lie, and you know.

No fly would enjoy a ride
In a stormy cloud so it hides
For who would wish to crawl
Underneath the sands and stones?
So you nail my brain
With a hammer from my faith.

Faith for coin you continuously demand
Sick: you visit the best of medic land
Where is my faith; oh I’m blind!
I’m down with no bill or Kobo
Your pockets heavy, come pray for me!!!

Please Don’t Take Her

Black boy please don’t take her
The sounds from her voice
Exercises my heart
Well recorded and stored
In my brains large bytes
I’m possessed by her
She’s the only evil
A Pope wouldn’t exorcise.
An Adams’ Eve
The right from my left
Take all, but leave her
For she’s all to ever have left
Let’s negotiate please don’t take her.

Tales Of A Wife: Yes I do!

She is holding flowers and dancing
At same time, her gown sweeps the floor,
Transgressing wide open white thirty-two
The right cast coping with glamour too
Her shadows are growing with full intense
As though, angry with the front door.

Dancing towards the mere suit and tie
‘Happiest day ever’, her joy cry
But to me everyday with her has a joy
Unlike a clown it smiles both in and out.
She is the only thing pure on dirty earth
Gravitational force, all fall
Whiter than a snow and white itself.

Deep blue silence and a pleasant smell
Love dictates, on my note it’s an easy spell
Refilling ink, it compels me to take a flight
The wind beneath my wings o here she is
If she isn’t sitting next to me on a throne,
I’m a King skull that has lost a crown.

My heart a mortal, hers is the pistol
Getting me needy, her smiles ignites me
Combustion of my burning fire
She has always been and will be
Sweeter than a bulk of fantasy

For her I can be anything
Even if memory is on factory restore
I’ll be a bell if she needs a recall.
Before Ebola comes, let’s make love
O there she comes, together we stand
Looking so sweet, proud I made the call.

Landmark achievement
Her faces on my hall of fame
She takes my hand
Saying; “can we build a town”?
She always frequents hell for my sake,
To get the fire to boil an icy lake

I swear this love is the sweetest cake
I’m certain it is true for heaven sake
Unconditionally; this is radioactive
Exposed to a budding virus
Deeply invading and Infecting us
The Cupid no lie envy us.

She is and will always be
The cornea of my eyeball
My booting screen
She has been and will always be
A dancing lady in long white gown
Forever and ever… O yes I do!

Tales of a wife: Broken hearts

Have you wondered why hearts are broken
Or why decisions to board an ark
Was a colour chosen by the blind
When a cup was tasty for a wine
Sailing till it got lost in the sea
Little to the left didn’t save the right
Four eyes off one
A pillow that once squeezed back
When rings weren’t off track
Had a note that read
“Don’t put it red on my knife”
So he kissed his wife
To the light shone bright
For it is just the tales of a wife.

Tales of a Wife: Infection

My life infatuation
The reason doctors say I’m sick
When I am rejuvenating deep within
Written so thick with an ink
They pronounced names
Heavily thick. Sounding like greek.

I agree I’ve got her infection: but,
I don’t need no disinfection
Understand; she is my protection
My apple possession I fashion
My retarded serendipity
She’s the virus my immune loves.

I don’t need no siphoning
Her loving is my immune reaction
I wouldn’t mind if its kills me
Even if she has a jagged knife
No one else could be a wife
Standing in a portrait of my life.

Money, Life and Vanity

Money isn’t just the root of all evil
But it route to all evil
Funny enough it still burns
No one passes the furnace of life
And comes out alive
Many life had been taken from a wife
Husband and otherwise…

Expression Eruption: Ethnical Man

The ethical man believes in everything
A right to sin or say; tell the lie
A right to be righteous; thus
A right to be bound or say be liberated
When no road is straight and clear.

The ethical man sees fact in anything
Fat or thin, robust or slim
To him life is a nephron of factors
Every connecting capillary matters
He makes his point with a pinch of salt.

The ethical man is good in chess
In killing something big he never use
Anything equal or bigger
For the outcome from onset
Is usually small or smaller.

The ethical man sees things
From all possible parameters
For if a big heart is divided
By something microscopic
The scattered pieces is often larger
He will never divide 1 or anything greater
By anything less or far lesser than zero.

An ethical man is a diplomat
Favours anything base on its concept Everything matters no matter how small
Religion and culture
Yet they say; he is so sceptical
When culture is a religion
And a religion a culture.

Expression Eruption: Time by chance

Time is by chance
An evil eye on destiny toe
Ticking clock compass to underneath
The blankets of covered dust
In the field of greenish grass
Up the air to places where vultures dwell.

To live is time by a pretty chance
Cut not a rope of a fetching can
Although sooner it shall dump
The run-off into a deep well.

While a life lives,
It converts friends to foes
Sometimes though it holds
Like ants living in a hole.

Time is by chance
Seemingly life obviously political
Burning like acids applied topical
Omitting ‘ar’ from the word army
Committing a silence
If it doesn’t add up ‘ene’ to make enemy
And also if every second that ticks
Clicks right and gives the best for a lick
Time is by chance
What makes an hero.


The histochemistry of my whole
Shows an history fill of grief
And tapes patching torn tissues
An hatred so cold-blooded and disgusting
Brutally descending down the ladder
Of un-nailed layered steps,
Scam and scan seen too much
That I’m scared to hide
No lie, I inherited something
A cumbersome degenerative diseases,
Its a traceable dislike
And a conflicting mindsets
Bringing forth a war of dead power
Underneath the strength of two horses
Stretching and tearing apart unity
My superiority is of the north over south
I lost my maxim
Ever since Biafra’s last orgasm
A debate for a right from birth
My histoblast’s Insurgent insurgency
Has an antidote called peace
A meal of life to stay alive
Hungry to feed, but no plate to serve.

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