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Erased words

Hello dear; can you relate
To words I annihilate
From the deepest part of depth
Several feet down the root.

No one read my, I love you
No one heard my , I hate you
Those sentences I made flew
Can anyone here relate too..?

Emancipated; yet in jail,
Have you ever cast to bin
A blind needle, called a pin
Just to save, even a kid.

Well I have, unspoken word
Dirty teeth inside the clit
Of politics and elites
It is like chess, pawn on board.

Delete I press even to foes
Erasers get shorten toes
At times I cancel pages
Just to save a spot on stage.

We have a choice

We all blame the government
For pushing us into the pit
Of hell and the sweet pleasant
Things, prostitution, ritual, theft
Drugs and human trafficking…

We all blame the government
For getting us into shorter breath
By the fake holy preacher nest
Let us fleek the tape in our chest
To realise we all have a choice.

Grow a pair

Grow a pair dear
Crush grow into love
Lots it solves.

Grow a pair dear
Weak grow into fear
Rock it tears…

Grow a pair dear
Bold grow into brave
Saving slaves.

Grow a pair dear
Truth grow into trust
Seed to faith

Grow a pair dear
Lie grow into bombs
Popping bulbs.

Grow a pair dear
Dream grows into roots
Turn to fruits…

Grow a pair dear
Pains that are retain
Make more gain.

How we end

How we end – © Onyeche Vincent O.

I thought it was a bliss
Of burning ash with hugs
No scratch, no rash, no Hawks…
So spotless, it was clean,
A sweet and lovely scene
But we outgrew our sins…

Our lovely feet reduced
Including socks and shoes,
Now they say we are fools.
All we had is now few
Our mouths ran wider too
Throats shrink the more we chew…

We had thick red tongues
But lesser we altered words;
Like horses we were hung
On trees of never mind
Closing eyes, nodding head
Beclouding how we end.

Enemies of progress

Their outlooks are blind
To the whales on scale
Through the dale to woods
Other views must fail.

They often do find
Other sails as snails
Midway woods and nails
They tell tales of tails…

Only theirs is right
Floating in the air
Criticizing hairs
The nose; breath and lungs.

A back-friend say
White is black all day
Killing hens that lay
Cracking eggs that stay…

Perspectives

Let sixth sense see
Across the seas
Some winged bees
For the sweet teas

Let it see fleas
Blood sucking beast
Before it risk
Someone else wrist

Let sixth sense see
Animals with horns
For plants have thorns
Breathless do horn.

Let it see rings
Whence perch a wing
Sing birds do sing
While monkeys swing.

Let sixth sense see
All perspectives
Over the trees
And beneath it.

My gold

Gold

If you were the rod
Straight, bent or round
Your shades will be gold.
Never you look down,
Walking down the road
None should make you fold.

You are the King’s crown
Better than silvers
And copper made bronze..
Don’t be misled
By social values
You worth more than those.

Silvers may reflect
The rays of sun light
But you are their fright.
A gold dust same as
Mega tonnes of diamonds
Sparking under light…

You are not an iron
So common in town,
Nor dark shades that rust.
You are not a wood
A bug food that rots;
You are made of gold.

Heavy, light or thick,
You are not a steel
Prone to fatigue.
You are the premium
Superior to all
Yellow shade to hold.

Bill Gate’s mind

Photograph of Bill Gates (Source: Facebook)[/caption]

#Verse I

There is a flare
So bright and clear…
A seed of faith
In all Bill Gates.
Ashes and chains
No loss no gain….
A mind that sells
Is well detailed.

#Verse II

There is a flare
So bright and clear…
A seed of faith
In all Bill Gates.
All it entails
Is head not tail,
A mind that sails
May pass and fail.

#Verse III

There is a flare
So bright and clear…
A seed of faith
In all Bill Gates.
To be the Bills,
You need make plans
Rotate like fans
Of the windmills.

#Verse IV

So fame a frame
It makes a film,
A very big name
Trademarks and gains.
There is a flare
So bright and clear…
A seed of faith
In all Bill Gates.

Theme of peace

Air, water and land
Are all held between
By something within
By something we need
By something often killed.

As age grace the young,
Every child unborn
Shall learn a cool song
Coming from tongues
Of tideless Oceans
Youth arise; sing my song…

Water got no rival
Have you realized,
No rebound, no love
In a world at war…
Let the ocean flow
Youth arise; swim with me….

We label things red
Fear of extinction
Animals to zoo
Humans are farther
From air, sights and sounds
Youth arise; fly with me.

Love rot without it
Love dies, seriously
Endanger species
End jungle justice
Come to the bridge
Youth arise, come with me.

Give me chance to breath
Give me chance to breed
Endothermic theme
I am peace within
The world shall be calm
If youth arise with me.

Love was

They say
Love is
A collision
Of hearts,
But to us
A pollution
By size,
Through
The pores
We leaked.

Sixth sense
Shapes
Of grapes
Bright light
Beautiful Apes
Fifty shades
Of color fades
Love we made
Was like
Heads and braids.

Love forever
A feeling felt
Until we lost
Its sense to
Sweet sour
Lesson learnt
The eyes picked
Who to love
And the heart
Can rejected it…

Roses and guns
Love was
All we ever felt
It was meant
To be our scent
It was a bullet
It was the heat
Till the warmth
Of two hearts
Began to melt…

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