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Standing on time bomb

No parachutes, down I fell
Into the hot pit of hell

Roasting up in everyday
On the queue to better days

Sadly, I am the laughing stock
But I do not give a single fuck!

Against all odds, with an aim
To have success, my name to claim

Under lit candles I bent my neck
Hoping the sky will give me a perk

But the blurred dark cloud extended
Turning lionhearted to an hen,

If you were me, what will you do
When legit fails to pay the dues.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Heave in sight

Born as a man and ruled by my own passion
Even when am economical with little details
The entire picture is not permanently awful
Bypass flaws, bring me up in conversations.

Easy on the eyes, but some times I will fail
To do all you want of me, there is no rule
Burning desires remain my only distraction
Either ways, you mustn’t cut off your fluffy tail.

Though I might have taken my eyes off you
Bored to tears ironically by your godly seduction;
Even when we make mistake writing our love tales
The love stays eternally new, am still into you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Base on principles

Hands on deck,
You call me smart; each time, I
Complete a task…
Am not God;
But, I see things possible,
And doable…

Feed your brain
No man comes to earth filled up
Believe me;
Wisdom is
In heads with brains, so give yours
The best shot….

Nothing more
But with patterns and base on
Principles,
You can do
Just anything you wish to do;
Yes you can.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Candles and shelves

For sands of time, I burn candles
Studying to rebuild cradles
For my linage to have a name
So baskets shall always retain
Best of best, in societies
Making money an easy tea.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rising tides

Butchering dreams effortlessly
Hope springs eternally
Tides rise, unscrewing bolts
Yet it lifts all worried boats.

Tomorrow promised big gains
Everyday, I tried again
Give me motivating words
To lift me against all odds.

Seeking for a breakthrough
But it is an impossible pull
Tides rise, unscrewing bolts
Yet it lifts all worried boats.

I still do not know where I stand
Carrying the weight of the world
Give me motivating words
To lift me against all odds.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dirty hustlers

The kitchen is filled up
With all manners of ketchups
Some are new and others old
Some light, others heavy load..

I find it difficult
To act like lawyers in court
Because we all are products
Of what society cooks.

Hard and smart, soft and swift
Streets sank feet; for ends to meet,
With deep cuts, they had no clue
Till system’s persuasion grew.

Fighting temptation was no cure
Embracing lifestyles far from pure
False figures brought sweet rejoice
Paying huge tithes in the church.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My last cure

Dam by my morals
Scared of historic rials
My last cure is called hope
It kept me from suicide notes

I had sprouted huge detest
Fighting life with my breathe
And anything I could throw
So wedges could, let me roll…

You may ask, why am hurt
And why I can’t let it rot
Truth is, hopes have no bends
Am never bored on its bed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Instinct pranks

We discover other functions
Of a table during a caution
Hiding underneath it and on top
We sneak between the poles as it pops
It is fair to say, like sun goes out
For another day we run from fight.

A creeping object was on our coach
Thinking it was a brown cockroach…
Many options ran in speed of light
As a response to the flight and fright
Most times we try to shoe running horse
Instead of crosschecking before us.

Swift as a jet, we went on both heels
Funny, but it was an onion peel
At that point, we acted on false alarm
While running, we almost broke an arm
At the end of the day we then smiled
At our stupidity, don’t ask why.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Save another victim

Blood on my hands, only ghosts comprehend
Vouching for a lion action is like defending
Children outside their mother’s womb
I and many others, are buried alive in tomb

Yesterday, I stared at the living dead
It took my strength, several rivers I cried
I tried to scream, I tried stretching my hands
Front and back, he thrust fast and hard.

He got up, tucked his lobe inside his robe
Ripped off, I stared at the miserably ropes
My brain boiled, my heavy heart brawled
As tears dripped, so did my bloods crawl

I had always thought he couldn’t hurt a fly
Little did I know like a fox he was a sly
How could safe haven bring terror to me
…Hi everyone, an angel did this to me!

Stop condemning and casting stones at me
For accusing an Angel who keeps abusing me
Kill me if you may, but save another child
Act now, justice delayed is justice denied.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Marriage: An unforgettable love

I can’t forget you
You turn me around
Like wheel and axle
Your voice has a sweet sound
Body, blazing like hell
I can’t forget you.

I can’t forget you,
Your smiles and gestures
Always uplifts me
Now and in the future
My mind is where you be;
I can’t forget you.

I can’t forget you
Even when am grey
And memories fades
Lost, I will find a way
Through thick and thin, like cade
I can’t forget you.

I can’t forget you
And your warming clench
Holding on to me
In ways no hands can reach;
With kind words you touched me
I can’t forget you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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