My Aphrodite

There's a place where Angels dread

Where Lions don't dare thread

Where fools stray not into

But if there lies your Heart

Then there must I go

No depth is too deep

No height confounds me

No distance can wary me

Not even the Great Wall of China 

Can between us stand 

You certainly are made not of dust

Perhaps of purity and glory

Or of innocence and beauty

A million honey combs, a billion sugar refineries 

Cannot meet the sweetness from thee

Thy feature tells of finesse and perfection

Surely thou art the craftwork of splendor 

Gracefully sculpted to explain beauty

The handiwork of a Master architect 

A glimpse of thee is a trip to heaven 

Thy voice is like a magic carpet 

Taking me on a smooth sail

You somehow cause me electric dreams

Angels pray for a pinch of your beauty 

In utter darkness thou art yet a cynosure 

Thy shadow does arouse Eunuchs

Bid me come and on water will I walk

Send me there, thru 7 seas will I go

I will cross continents and planets to fetch thee a Rose

Just wish it and it be done 

Skillfully thou ignite my adrenaline

Dragons and beasts will I battle to win thy Heart 

Wrestle gods to prove the my Love 

Thru a garrison will I go 

Like thru a veil for a glance of thee Temi

Surely thou art a pathway to Heaven

I will travel the galaxy to tell of my Love for you

Re arrange the stars to spell 

A new day I customarily pray for

Not just for breath or Life 

But for another sight of you 

I pledge to be to thee ALL and more

So to me thy YES pls pour 

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

FIRST STONE

Every left step, seven stones follow
I know love only in words
These feet of mine, cold and lonely
The only help is to descension
I look around and only fingers I see
Only pointing and judging never aiding
The pots are never slow to strike
With their idle and unholy stones
To climb the ladder they impede me
In my nose diving they will judge
My sin is not any of the 10th
Guilty of breaking the 11th am I
When finally my 11th glass is broken
They will pay my fare to face the judge  
They long to see the noose embrace my neck
See me return this oxygen to him
His verdict His verdict His verdict
My sentence is THE FIRST STONE
But who is there to cast it?
No! their broken glasses will not let them

DOUBLE EDGED TIDES

When joy is high the bank is broken
Beside the still bed it’s a rainstorm
In the heat, it comes to cool
Only company I find in the dark
Telling to me what the ears interprete not
Oh river, tide of compassion
It has understanding to my pain
So warm its hand of compassion
Its message f relief sinks my deep
But its crocodile version makes me a fool
It’s one with a face but many names
Double river edged river why this farce?
All it takes is to cry me river
The helping hand from where comes my hurt
Stealing my robe elsewhere covereth my nudity
The river that drowns my valley
In its face is real consolation
But only its depth holds the Truth
When words hide and compassions fail
It is the only shoulder at hand
It speaks the only language needed
Yet my doubt for it is great
Uncle Samson fell at its feet
Its waves harvested his locks
Oh river tides of compassion
It calms me amidst the flames
The best shoulder in my lowest pit
Yet its help I fear to trust
Because with its sauce came the Apple
Grand Pa ate to stumble
 I will roll a dice than accept it
Is it an Angel in black robes?
Or a demon in white apparels
Justice at first sight is evil to it
Reach the source for your gavel to be fair
On this tide of compassion

DON’T BLAME THE MIRROR

Don’t blame the Mirror
The reflection is not her fault
What is that which before her stands
Why blame the fairest of all Judges
And not the one before her
Her Gavel is a Saint, sinless till date
Don’t blame the Mirror
Garbage in, Garbage out
The garbage still in perfect order
The invisible twin only revealed
It’s only a Mirror, a simple reflector
Revealing to you that in you
Don’t blame the Mirror
She’s only a Truthful revealer
Holiest interpreter, fairest amongst all
Her Truth is yet unequalled
No mate to compete or equate
Black or White she changes not a strand
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
The simplest of all objects
In search of Truth, Peep into her
Her truth you cannot buy or bend
Accounts or status she respects not
She is your only true reflection

CRASH ON MY HELMET

At her cry they fall hard
Far from the ground, on my helmet
This inconsequential knock
So great, greater than a blow
Whipping my toil not the soil
The only block from my bread
Oh! Crash on my helmet
Why at this moment?

BEAUTIFUL BURDEN

My burden, Million Men adore

This gift, not of my making; came forth with it
But for this, Hawks Hover around me

Beauty is not what you think

HELP ME! HELP ME!! HELP ME!!!
For my face, my soul is in danger
I am prey for my gift, a beautiful burden it is
I love to flaunt but not to carry
Vultures are patient in my ally
Because gifted I am of the face
This gift is of weight many kilos
I have received Roses and Perfumes
And also prices for my Soul
On my rooftop the Hawks are bidding
Because I am that, called BEAUTIFUL
My face is exotic but my shoulder heavy
Oh how beautiful is my burden
I am a walking bull’s eye
Sake of this gift of my face
Thou hunters of my gift, this pasture ain’t yet ripe
Beauty is not a delicacy
Oh! Men just became deaf
Can’t they see and just adore
Must they always seek a bite?
My gift is beautiful and heavy
Yes, much more than a gift now a burden

ATONEMENT CHILD

It is their war
But I am the trigger made
After the scenes of their sins
Scene 2 is atonement, me to mop
Familiar with no blood but many riffles
Before I greet Mother Earth
A hand is upon me to transfer their sins
My cross is asleep in their sheets
Buried in thin air before I breathe
Lacking blemishes is my own sin
I’m no. 1 on their diet
The key to their riches and splendour
Nudity betrays me in my apparel
Purity makes me their perfect lamb
I lose my playground for some fields
I wail but the verses of mute tunes
I am encouraged only by the whips
The blanket is a fairy tale
LOVE has gone the way of my ancestors
The youngest messiah I am
To carry their cross is my lot
I came to live but for their crosses

BARREN PILGRIMAGE

Stepping into a new 365, blowing out candles
He gave of jubilation this breeze
A new day, a step closer to the bed

This chair by the corner, empty and cold
I cannot find the owner, the warmer
Age has returned burrowed oxygen
The air was cold and piercing
Ventilation ceased, new air was locked out
Pictures on the wall lie about the moment
Clothes too idle, caressing the wardrobe

Mouths were shut, words hid themselves
Rhythm of wailing played by lips
Defeated the radio’s pleasure
The deep bed has snatched again
Space too vast and heavy in emptiness
Too obvious minds could not ignore
His feet alas has found its bucket

Age did not fail in its predictions
Mortality once more given to slumber
Different feet multiply tears
As he is accorded full weeping ovation
Among mourners pouring their dam
This absence shocks the stick and bottle
Their companion is gone, now its loneliness

He is the twin of that fig tree
Truly green and of many leaves but his only sin is lacking a fruit
His diary is of blank pages
About him history has nothing to say
Oh! This chair would miss its owner
The stick and the bottle their dear pal

Cool thyself with this tears offering
In the down impossible of moist
Once upon a time…
His shadow escorted many
6 billion all around me
How can I remember that face?
Without the aid of a picture

FLOODED BASEMENT

In my secret corner far from others
Mimed I the tune of lamentations
My lips only new to wail
Me, a new brewery of bitterness

In my heart, the palace of fear
Life this awful song
Grating my sound drums
My botanical name changed to depression

Shielded all with banners of smiles
Bright face, over laden heart
Feared all trusting no one, not one
Yet always I smile

Crying behind those smiles
Dying in my dark basement
In my tuxedo I shine
In my basement I sink

Drowning in my tears and worry
My basement is hell’s annex
Yet the World’s envy I am
Thanks to my perfect veil

GIFT OF TWO WALLS

My corner, my palace; A personal quarters
Here, two is a crowd, the triangle of my hands
Accurate bearing for loneliness
This warmth soothe not two
The air here is private; My Diaspora in a corner
These walls I trust to tell it all
Answering with the voice of silence
Owner of my comfort
Lock out the crowd and leave me to thee

Chamber of my privacy
The edifice I so adore
This solitude I dearly treasure
Trap me in thy embrace

My freedom you hold tight
Of which I wish not to collect
In this dark I find my light
My corner, my palace

INNOCENT AS CHARGED

At the slumber of the Sun
The days too early for light
Escorted in by innocence and purity
His cries like honey to ears

At the command of the map
Irony ordered those new feet
Evaporation stole purpose to the sky
Preferred he clouds and smoke to dreams

Possessions is owned by mirage
His eye brow took to a bow
Responding to the darts on his back
The sixth feet his only trophy

… Harsh winds ate of his bones
Came to see the light, Darkness welcomed him
His candle, the circle of light banished
Diary of the begotten omitted his name

Justice was most fair, the Gavel most impartial
A litre for a pint, a dentition for a tooth
From the womb to the tomb
But Mercy said NO

Liberty bought him from his wages
The noose empty of his neck
Salivating to disappointment
From the sixth depth to the streets of Gold

This man is back to own the sceptre
All traps will stay barren, empty of a prey
Death shall starve in expectation
For is blood is not menu for dinner