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------ 1996. Beneath this fence, I subjected my face away from my existence Somethings are outspoken like waterfalls Not of the hands we hold like rumble rainbows But of the extent of our feelings into ourselves. Stranded by voices of  emotions We are dark papers here - Nothing smell in shades of colors Everything is a little broken thing. It's survival here & my father know nothing, Well, running is the measurement of your existence I perfumed my father's image into reality, He resurrected & began to fight against ghost No. This is not the war i called you for A boy is always the master here - Age is at the peak of your existence Find survival elsewhere Because we are names soaked into bucket of war Nothing smell perfectly like ourselves. We are rent memories, I mean, finding burnt sounds in a body of Incomplete lyrics It sucks here, the battle my brother never Fought left with his emptiness I swear, boys are rooms painted in colorless ideas,

POETRY INVOICE📝 INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES TWENTY ONE Submitted Writers: Prince joe Noble pen Eazy poet Judiasky Eminent Fagbeyide kehinde Sir. Patrick Chosen star YemitteDpoet Beekaytee --------------------------------- " Nothing smell perfectly like yourself" [Prince joe] -------------------------------- "Behind every smiles are little gaps in the teeth hiding pain" [NOBLEPEN] ______________________ "Life is a borrowed instrument that would be returned to the owner through the medium of death" [Eazy Poet] -------------------------------------- "God will rather commit his Divine resources to serious unbeliever than unserious believer". JUDAISKY CARES ---------------------------------- "If you want to build castle in the sky. make soil your outset point" [Eminent] -------------------------------- "Someone with a set goal,in reaching the top; will not play the song of the stars". [Fagbeyide kehinde] --

...... EVERY MAN WEIGHS HIS OWN MYSTERY After b oys before flowers by: prince Joe. . Flowers are girls/// boys carry with so much pride/// in their hearts///as magics ready to make them immanent /// like a song fallen from the scriptures /// of a mother's tongue/// conjugates the meaning of love /// bounded by paradoxical promises /// of immune spirits/// flipping the pages of existence on our skins/// That sometimes chews/// the story in our minds into different anthems/// Painting the portraitures/// of everything admiring our shadow in the past and present /// with echoes of silence /// forging how we dodge /// our own reality in soliloquies ///an elegy of deism /// disjointing our bodies from ourselves///Hijacking our minds to places//contained in a mirror/// holding the origin of water/// and the meaning of flame as flowers/// combing our sanity/// from the depth of beauties seeking to know the darkness in our names///Because what makes a warrior/// is not the sword/// bu

Remembering my father's spellings : You're beautiful like a theme of coffee Nothing smell perfectly like yourself, In the rain, we run after our shadows Father's the laughter behind our smiles. I plugged in a kiss into my mother's skin She ached in my dreams before nightfell We don't understand ourselves in reality; Because life is a confused wind blowing We try to balance our feets like We are to search for boys under holy water My father's a brown old body cooked With egusi powder mixed with melon Juice He spelts his red name with the distance Of ladies' breasts in a role of jargon lust; I am already moulding myself into the Picture of my early late father's father & everything is into close doors. My mother, a city lost into heavy downpour We are all finding ourselves a blanket It's cold here, & i am not holding your hands Because spellings are letters of ghost. Father, what you really taught us is still A dirge in m