TROPHY OF MY PASSIONS

In the god of rubber
My faith I laid
But after a tango session
I am on the path to my ancestors

The good news of the devil
Has changed me positive
A place in his bossom is for me booked
After some minutes in the clouds

Oh ecstacy see what you have done
Now for my passions I must pay
Oh that wrong fella
Why did you come my way

In my blood is a daily battle
Against this assassin that came via pleasure
Just to behold a new dawn
But now my Calendar is shorter

I snubbed abstinence for pleasure
In few minutes bequeathed I my future
For diving into the bed without a licence
The treasure I sought has opened me a grave

But against this prize I must be brave
 My numbered days pledge I
Against this beautiful pit
To atone for this blind hunters

To the clan of hormones send this message
That the rubber god doth fail
And after pleasure comes the grave
But a better path there is

Oh clan of hormones send this message
Heed again the plea of chastity
Bite that fruit no more
So that long you shall live

THE INSANE DOCTOR

Arise, oh Compatriots
ALUTA CONTINUA we must match
Until oppression kicks the bucket
Corruption we must outwit
To once again restore her glory

Fellow citizens and hungerians
A change has taken place
And the change has been changed
Government in my land be like the weather

Fellow citizens
I am a Doctor so please hear me
Just a shot to the seat I ask
I know the cure and hold the pills
Just a taste is all I ask

The ballot traffic is to slow
I am already mounting
Damn transition and handover
Takeover I must

Forget terms and tenures
I shall not like Esau fail
My birthright is no public utility or baton
I bequeath it not to whosoever
Keep your vote as I keep my seat

My mission was therapy
My now the seat I must keep
With my sweat or my blood
In Agbada or Khaki stay put I must
Like the Statue of Liberty

I, the insane Doctor
Solemnly swear to save you from freedom
And restore peaceful insanity
With the lies on my tongue
So help me God

PRINCESS PLUTO

This descent of Pluto
Cold and closed she was
So afraid of the non existent
Only knew caution in exaggeration

In the time to sprout
Even the air She also dreads
Like a naïve snail in its shell
Her only friend is herself

Born with a rare gift
That stirs the canary’s jealousy
Even the wildest of beasts
By it they are soothed

Crafted in the image of beauty
And after the likeness of innocence
In her is found the purest of hearts
Even Angels envy this wonderful specie

In her private world of one
She was learning and not living
Like a locked book with a strange language
Smoke could be understood but not her

After her cocoon session
She arose unidentical to her former
Dwelling amongst the basest of creatures
Beside her, swines suddenly Saints

On the scale of virtue she weighs nought
She has listened to the songs of men
Now that Saint is no more
This new breed lacks a pinch of purity

You might fall for her looks
But trust not her smooth tongue
Though She can be pure again
But will she divorce her present path?

DING DONG SPELL

The glory of Sun, beautiful and brute

Thus my greatest enemy

Yes! My arch enemy 

The whip of my old master 

The sun and rain team up

To smite me black and blue 

So a messiah to my aid

But not a shadow at my border

Oh my hanging pal, let it forth

In whispers or thunderclaps 

Thy chime is all I need

Thy larynxes hold my freedom

Rest for sore and tired hands 

Is ding dong ding dong

Freedom from this plantation 

Please give to me

Break or close time all lie in your chime 

 ding dong ding dong is all I need

ding dong ding dong is all it takes 

And my freedom is certain

SUCH AS I HAVE .

Though I see no Roses and Cakes
I still will give it
Though I have tasted your Boots
I still will give it
Despite you my Nature quits not
Though you give stone for bread
And slaps for hugs
If you love or hate me I care not
I still will give it
Just as my nature is
I carried the cross as my purpose
Took your whips as you gave it
And your nails ran through my hands
But now it’s payback time
Tit for Tat, an Eye for an Eye
Now I shall revenge but with my love
Anger and Hatred I have none
But such as I have, I give unto you
I revenge in my own way
Love to me be the best revenge
I give her to you not for your credits
Because her value be far beyond your price
If you were to pay, you will run dry
Yet of my nature I give her to you
Because my nature is love, so love I pay you

UNCONDITIONAL VERDICT

I made them of my image
Neither did I spare my likeness
My dream was a real friend
But a foe did I get
I thought the praise was for me
But I watched my praise diverted
See them going on as if I don’t exist
This madness is unprecedented
They embrace folly
Like a darling never to let go
Is personal will my sin
Or creation a grand blunder
Though I be God
But I be the faithful servant here
Answering to their wishes and prayer
Rain or Shine, default I not
These hearts of their my hand made
But my presence is banished from there
If we shared the same realm
Perhaps I would have been toppled
Though I should judge but I will love
MERCY holds me back, Buying the charges off them
I see my blood not their deeds
Love, Love, Love,
My bowels just wouldn’t hold back
Because my nature is at work
Remember, my name is Love

THE OTHER WOMAN

This flip colleague of mine, clothed as me
Has always been and still is
She lived before the birth of Civilization
In all races and classes she is present
She is a Sister armed other wise
Her dream is to own my ring
My dream is to lose her forever
Yet she is like a recurrent decimal
In my mind and in his life
… She is the devil in my Sister
Meet his forbidden spare tyre and secret spare rib
Fighting for my place in his life
I have the role but for me She plays it
Her MR RIGHT is not at sight
So I am to pay for it
Constantly my boat she rocks
And steals my deep sleep
Night and day I keep watch, my alert is over him
Because she lurks around the corner
 This one is cheaper than my dog
And has not a pinch of chastity

MY LABOUR

Labour is to her like breathing
She sweats and toils for the home
Her cry usual is a tune to them
Yet her smile is evergreen
Because the home is forever her duty
As she accepted that ring
The home and Kitchen became the career
Dawn or Dusk she is at your service
Building the home to its best
She goes on and until they nod satisfied
Of the vessels she is called weak
But who enters the Kitchen and Labour room
Who grooms the Lords and Generals
She is at the centre of the home
Without whom things fall apart
She would appreciate some masculine might
But who will offer one
Shes is expelled from the gym to the kitchen
Yet the kilos are given to her
Call her the domestic peace offering
Her future she mortgages
All for the Family and its luggage
Routine and chores are her cycle
But to give is never her thought
Because she is never meant to bow out
They see her in various forms
A married maid, a walking uterus
Yet her light they cant ignore
She isn’t the head of the home
Yes! But can they go on without her?
Her shoulder always available
Either to cry on or to climb on
She pledges not to deny her call
To serve her home with her all
Like the IROKO she never bows
Do not step into those shoes of hers
It really burns, its for heros only
Not that this labour she savours
But someone has to raise the world
And purpose has chosen her

ANOTHER SHOT

I am of this bow into the far beyond
An evidence of the Past
A gift of the Present to the Future
Happy am I to proceed from her quiver
I hunger for my target
Shoot me not unto the streets
Nor at drugs nor unto perversion
But into my Future that beckons
Let me forth, the Sky and winds awaits
If I miss and plummet to the ground
I would have tested my limits
And known my wealth in depths
At least I would say I HAVE BEEN SHOT
Whether preferred or rejected
But I do not litter her quiver
Let the records show I HAVE BEEN SHOT
…It is for the misled arrows
That I weep for and pray for
Arrow of pains and secrets
Bent almost beyond recognition
Few call them victims
Some call them abused
Others call them statistics
But only broken arrows are they
To every broken arrow I write
The broken lady behind silk dresses
The bent guy behind tuxedos
I write to you about the new chance
The sky and altitudes beckons
Arise from the dust you gifted ones
And take that flight into your waiting future