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Frontiersman

Do not tell me to dream big and wide
Especially since you’re not inside my head
Dreams are urges that makes me to cum
It fills the bottomless pit and drums.

Never am I scared of mountains and hills
I chase dreams but dreams keep chasing me
I wait for my moment to shine so bright
Patience is virtue, but the trees fell flat

I will keep on dreaming, chasing a holy fame
Under my nose, wet woods that cheated got blazing flames
The conspicuous consumption life they found
” Keep the change”: has become their favorite word…

All of the beautiful wonders I have fantasized,
Could make breathe great but failed to materialize
Hello, are these my fragile feet on a right track
Should I pump the brakes, take a bow and then retract

Changing my fantasy route, to suit the hustlers
For all the world is crazy, favoring dirty gamers
Submerged in tears, I await heaven’s final judgements
but what if, I mean what if there are no end judgments?

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Talking to baby

Many kicks, many pains to battle
Mummy complains; “please be gentle”.

You make me beat my chest; “am the man”
You are my future number one plan.

Lemme go on to catch a grenade;
Love I got for you will never fade…

Allow good genes translates sweet berries
A future without you is barren…

Can’t wait to hear you call me daddy
Call mummy too, she is gladden.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Rays of Beams

Do you sleep while you tumble
Do you kick when you struggle
Is the sack getting smaller
Is the fluid getting lighter….

We will not let you wobble
You are our fun and bubbles
Is it now getting darker
Or are you feeling fever…

There is a bridge joining ends
Rainbow color, perfect blends
The mouths to sing the sweet hymn
Your womb escape is our theme…

Saw your curl through ultrasound
Heard your heartbeats drumming loud
You completed the tag team
You took our rays as your beam.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tough as an old boot

They say; the way home has the longest miles
Saying His grace, I wait for my hour

In your eyes, I am dull, weak and lazy…
Torn ligaments, cold tears gush from my eyes

I can’t remember the last time I smiled
Now a days, mountains keep growing taller

All things are hard before they get easy,
That was when Sunday mornings were easy

Not now when skies have swallowed the tower
Indeed; the way home has the longest miles.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Back to crèche

I wish, I practice magic
When situations are tragic
I would never let death win
Those who sink, will have a fin.

I take giant strides for success
Just when I am about to pop and rest
Postman lands pink slips on my hands
Am to success, a one night stand.

I wish, I practice magic
I will destroy all tragics…
Cold outside, but I am sweating
When asked; “how are you this morning”

Should I reply the obvious
“Fine”, when am a faulty box,
And even with my aging flesh
Life keeps taking me back to Crèche.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Man’s gift and joy

Children are gifts
and a joy to man
Growing in the womb
like plants in farm.

Stretching they kick
walls of mother’s sack
Their echoing heartbeats
pulls daddy back.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Kicking bumps

I love to feel your kicking limbs
There goes my hands, to hold and climb
I will like to know what you think
I love you dearly, let it sink..

I bet your world is full of thrills
Worry not of the future bills,
I do not mind looking unkempt
Just to make sure, you are alright.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Vanquished brutally

The riches of the world, makes me humble
Yet, a new week brings a new fumble;
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.

Thought I had substance, till devil prized me
Sheepishly am rigid up to my kneels
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.

In hot pan but the wax refuse to melt
Obviously most wax gained many regrets
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.

The battle is lost in eyes of soldiers
Hence, I often look over my shoulders
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.

Inside me rage builds ready to explode
Heavy heart, yet loads comes in like a flood
Sticking like a glue, blowing like a storm
It seems like, my village people won.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

I need a testimony

The heavy laden is great inside
Troves of treasures chose other sides
I have searched far and wide
But victory is locked and made to hide.

A wonder last but for nine days
This time around pain made the hays
I have prayed against worried mind
Should I say, Heaven is deaf and blind.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Underdeveloped

To get a cash cow, bend and take a bow
That we did, till now; we have been at a spot

Stagnant like the lakes, our roots seems to shake
New sprouts overtakes, not that we are lost

Neither do we not know which way to go…
But seas fail to flow while dark seems to glow.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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