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Prized Jewel Bubbles of beauty dance before my eyes To the speechless songs my silence steals The life I have is a prized jewel Tis  the harmonious tune I hum to It's rhythm of strings and gongs calls Can you hear? It rings a bell I want to climb it's dense branches Suckle off its bounteous fruits I want to drink from it's lush leaves Relishing it's healing tonic A feast and banquet it sets before me Slathered with milk, wine and honey My tummy growls like  wroth winds Death is dead and nisus is not his friend So I'll yield to the winds and let it glide me To the edge of earth Where life's insane To the edge of earth Where breathing is free My crazy yells enough of being cozy It shows me mountains beckoning for caress To behold the hills in their lonely longings To see the seas swiveling with seductive elegance Even the valleys arrayed like maidens waiting to be wooed How can I then squander such sweet a life in slothfulness? I forbade

I AM NOT OF THIS WORLD Don't search for me; I'm the spooky dreams on the horizon, Gleaming from up high like a chandelier, The imaginary lines;reflection of a mirror, Projected outward real; but inverted image. Don't look for me; I'm the fiery fire in the mouth of the dragon, The burning sand from the blazing desert, That melt the wobbled feet of a  wayfarer, Lost in the belly of an endless mazy route. Don't bother to have me; I'm the sharp-edge-words of a rocky spear, From the craggy mouth With a broken tongue, Fired outward like a missile from the launcher, To pierce through the veil of the stony-heart. Don't catch feelings; You have been chewing my name for long, Like the cud in the mouth of a starved goat, That kept regurgitating the strange instinct And feelings buried deep down her paunch. Don't trip for me; if you don't comprehend the language Of water enough to walk through its breast, If you can't stand in betwee

THIS LIFE 3 SAVE A MOUTH TODAY Tears roll down my cheeks, As I saw able body men and beautiful ladies, Their sleep graze the floor under the bridge, With Vampires that feast on their cursed blood, All night spent in the Freezing Cold, Especially for those Young lads that spent their day hanging on the bus, Screaming to earn a Kobo. Most tearful moment Are those days the pregnant heaven begat sons, Raining mercilessly on their beloved room, With their teeth fighting each other, Also for those Homeless cripples, That spent their day Hailing both grey hairs and toddlers. Just like a Buffalo calling an Ant "Father". All for a penny to feed the mouth. They had dreams to chase, They have kids to Raise, A meal they cant Afford, Yea they dont need much, They dont mind if its just Lunch. They knew their grey penurious hair cant sit to be taught anymore, But what of those fresh brains learning about life in a Crude way. Poverty our daily manner, Ways to save th

MYSTERY OF THE RHETORICAL gODS Let me show you how I mocked the gods from their anus. I picked a broken piece of their burnt offering, And sprinkled it over the roof of their women's clitoral hood,   -Out of pity. I let my lips glide gleefully, In the red fountain flowing, From the other end of the grey-hair. This makes the gods' eyes to sing an elegy. Thus, the man in me spark out solemnly; Don't run away from yourself, grasp firmly your eyes, Like a pregnant widow awaiting  delivery. Touch your breathe; are you still breathing? If yes, duel then with your shadow &strangle him, Be not scared, this is you becoming a man. Be afraid and get  yourself buried alive In a place of broken dawn of brokenness. I ask myself an unanswerable question Each time I visit the dream city. I say, why are gods so cunning to die young? gods flirt like rivers buried on a placebo lips, Changing rich families to pitiably written history. I nod my head and hold my tears

Stop! Don't kill yourself by dying in a journey Of marijuana;the fumes are rivers flowing in dismal. Be still. Quiet. Don't cry.Tears are beginning of droplets' sorrows. Why would you cut your eyes and pray of no temptation. Why? Look into yourself. What did you see? A dog dancing into flowers?  Or a mad woman dispoiled by pig? No answer? Listen. My mother taught me how to hold love with my teeth and not fall-in-love with my eyes. Dayo left you in emptiness of running blood. Kunle folded your laps&breasts into a midnight festival. lawal taught you how to kill your body and have it back. Failure is a disease but still an opportunity for he who knows how to break a night not in fear of silence. Then why do we say we are heartbroken? Stand.stop.don't move.You're not a human anymore. Only if you learn the language of an infant dying of water. Then you will know how to keep your heart still. Protect your pieces of peaceful peace pecking pilgrima

HOW TO ESCAPE THE FIRE hold your waist in the middle of the wind,        gulp the breeze till it reaches the brim                 then wait and say your name to the face of the debris,                           let your eyes be filled with rage then run! write yourself a dirge        and let your feet stick into a broken poetry,                 let the rhythm sway you amidst the broken lines                          then watch as tears trek down bitter faces                                                              then run! fill your eyes with burning rivers,        trap a rainbow around their edges                 then watch as the rains falls bitterly on you,                          break the rainbow and fight back with the flood in your eyes                                                              then run! when the moon is lost,         hold your shadow from dancing into the night’s pouch                 then seek the stars and fetch a cup of light,     

SAVE US AGAIN (for the broken hearted) our souls have consummated the dusts running ashore the sea in search of moist dreams to grease the palms of broken timelines now we are left with coral creams painting the tongues of our shadows with hues of sunset smudge, from the palette of opaque memories casting a shadow – through our rising sun – on the steppes of our strident faces. our feet are now silhouettes walking through the light with no tint of shade, we slept in our veins when the world became a fridge on the pages of our skin. but then, silence – as loud as bombs – has drowned us in our blood streams when we paddled the boat of broken mirrors reflecting the vaults of our dreary sky now we are left with: broken rivers bounded by fetters from haunted dreams. broken drums crying their beats to our feet. troubled waves seeking for land on mountains’ capes. our footpaths are broken lines painting the forests with spectrums of dirge, for the trees to squirt their

the tears in my eyes were rivers sending tributaries into a vast sea of grief; each time I rowed a boat across them to take me to a place where the night drinks elixirs of calmness, I found myself drowning again and again by the troubled waves breaking my skin into shards of memories. the marks on my palms were cardinal points of a compass that led to a broken road; I treaded them in search of a country and found my mouth stuck between the legs of street lassies teaching my lips the language of boys that wore the skin of silence on their tongues when their homes turned into catacombs whose walls were built with blood. my heart bears the scars of a tribe whose tongues were dissected into dialects where the word “life” is “death” in their understanding; I spoke their language and became part of a people with oil wells at their backyards and a gun in their throat filled with bullets of lost souls waiting on the nether end in search of peace. the cracks on my feet are creeks

POETRY INVOICE📝 INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES EIGHT Submitted Writers: Prince Joe Hat JiboTyabo Adesina Abiola Taiwo Chosen star Steadysmile Steven joshua Judiasky Zemagna Poroye Ezekiel Joseph Joseph Easy poet Philip peace ___________________________________ Quote: "People who walk in darkness don't glow 'cause darkness itself doesn't exist" (Prince Joe) _________________ Quote: "To wake the deaf, you have to hurt him with slap" (HAT) ________________ Quote: "Yearn and aspire for a greater version of yourself; as a result, trees of excellence and success will lay low for you to pluck from their branches". (JiboTyabo) __________________ Quote: "Mothers only sleep when rest has perished-" ( Chosen Star) __________________ Quote: "There is one thing I know; Even at the face of death the TRUTH will never cease to unveil" (Adesina Abiola Taiwo) ___________________ Quote: "Be bold to die once