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My life has been turned inside out
My scream is a soundless shout
Ever since babies are grown on trees
And diamonds breakable with ease.
Many say I am destiny’s doom foot
Maybe the truth is on their tooth
Ever since lies became the truth
And the future is a history of the past.
May I ask you to be hurt
Multiple times that you can’t count
Every and all spots should leave scars
… Aren’t you scared now of the remarks?
Maybe the truth is bad after all
Most especially if it isn’t big and tall
Emulate my self-destructive past
And return died living in the past.
If you have the Devils addresses
Tell him that I have got new dresses
Made off the spreads of mattress
Same mattress I laid all years
That soaked pain sweats and tears.
Tell him I’ve grown in challenges
That I’m used to living in hells
So used to what negative tells
Worst is the shoes over my tantrum foots
I’m never to be hurt by the heat of hells.
That lady is you
An erratic Princess,
Intermittent lady, and
An uncommon female…
With a valuable and
My navigator to greatness
My confidence in fullness
My dream paradise sickness
My hope to live forever bless
Your face shines like the sun’s….
“My admiration is fun.”
It was so beautiful
……So so beautiful
Watching Socrates in school
Learning indebt all about me
I was so proud of me
To be studied with or without a meal.
Students of yesterday became Professors
Professors in the field of me
Studying me, many refused a meal
So in tandem, it all repeats
From century to centuries
Higher climbed the hills.
I then decided to be one of the students
My yellow clothes still measured as me
My skull still shaped as me
At least I am me, so it was an easy task to be
I supposed…. As I,
I picked up pens and the books of me…
Nobody knew it was me
And attended lectures of me
On exam day, I wrote all of me
I then knew the teachers are mean
When an inventor was called a novice
A novice in what he had made…
I have every reasons to hate you
Right from day one donkey years back
You lied to me you had him
When you just a lonely cat that lacks,
..love; but in my eyes you saw all
Yet on your choice you oppressed lucks.
Years of maybe, no and yes
Running places, in my ears
Singing pains and fears
….. ‘He has a ship of sheep’
A thousand reasons to hate you
Because your love is cheap.
In his physiological heart,
You are just one of the blood cells
That pass through
Same paths others came and gone
“Is it love you question”
My dear, I have every reasons to hate you.
Everyman if given a clay,
Would mould their perfect lady…
So I was given a clay and magic fingers
To do justice to my dreams…
With all my accomplish skills
All I created were perfect ladies
Distinction in all parameters
My craft they saw is always the best…
…But what I saw in a midnight session
Was a combination
Of purity, sacred and perfect imperfection
I didn’t mould you, I never could….
Each time I tried I failed
Binaries couldn’t work the magic
I created perfection that never had a link
Lets be friends…
Doctors can’t heal this sickness
Preaching wouldn’t stop the sins
Calculators can’t solve your maths
No one can weave your mats
Where there are birds, there are nest…
I know you are already taken
I fight till I’m forsaken
But for now, let’s be friends.
…… I hate to love!!!
… My eyes, nose and both lips too
Involuntarily ligates by affection of you.
…… I so hate to love
… My brain identity and heart catch a flu
Increasing in activity each time I think of you.
…… I so much hate to love
… Maybe because you are emotionally wicked too
Intentionally not willing to know I really love you…
Ruth is a name for goddess and virtuous Ladies
In delight they nourish the hearts and the brains of their crazies
Ruth makes men want to reincarnate as Samuel,
In faith to love, all Moses wants to preach her sermon.
She fades all wrinkles: by her side men shall forever be a youth
Innermost feeling, men righteously call her “the root to my route”
Should she be described, she’s that Ruth, all writers place next after Judges
Inside: “Obim”- my men’s heart drums to her songs in Igbo phrases.
She’s to life an electrifying historic moment, so…
In her would always be the kids King genes
So sweet, she’s as dear to the body as a soul
In death men shall choose to lie beside her healing bones.
She’s that choice; to go wherever she goes,
Ink and pen, blood in veins: men’s Light and Roses;
She’s a valuable tender: the beads of glamour
In her is a chapter never to be turned, men’s obim and mi’ amor.