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THE EYE OF PERSPECTIVES 3
From the eyes of a writer The world is a book Filled with messages cropped up into numerous pages And every page carries a piece of message he expects man to read daily The pen is their voice And as they steadfastly shed ink by ink his screams grow louder...
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THE EYE OF PERSPECTIVES 2
From the eyes of an artist The world is a museum of artworks And it is to man what he makes of it His life is the paint brush And his deeds are the artwork at the end of the day So everyman is an artwork that gets finished immediately after their demise...
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THE EYE OF PERSPECTIVES 1
From the eyes of a singer The world is music Carefully arranged in choruses and stanzas Made possible with strings and keys, beats and drums And without them, life is baseless And as each chord progresses As the sound graduates to the moments of unknown...
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CORPORATE RITUAL
You pride yourself in the costume of Sheba, Striping yourself in the presence of Baal and paying no mind to the one who actually formed you from nothing but mere clay and His breathe Like Delilah you are ready to reduce your lover into nothing, Riding...
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FEEL LIKE HE DID
I am tired of the green grains of cereal you offer me in take away packs I’m fed up with the CL of sugary liquids you give me No offense but I need more than that I’m tired of chasing after you in highways being offered nothing but chicken change that...
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CANNIBALS
Of all things to be done with money Of all the homeless, hungry and hopeless children loitering and littering the starved streets of this ancient city Of all the insecurities and police brutalities Of all ignoble social vices and communal clashes Of all...
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THE BRIDGE
The bridge between life and death is when we sleep and dream The bridge between poverty and success is hard work and dedication The bridge between man and God is love, prayer and steadfastness The wind blows in many directions and places The sun also...
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ORIGINAL ARTIST: OLLY MURS ALBUM: 24HRS SONG: THAT GIRL
There’s a girl but I let her get away It’s my entire fault cause I let pride get in the way And I’ll be lying if I said I was ok About that girl, the one I let get away I muted the voice of conviction steaming out of my lungs My thoughts were half baked...
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ORIGINAL ARTIST: PASSSENGER SONG: RIDING TO NEW YORK
I’ll do it Even if I have to walk, no matter the distance With the last seconds of breath available at my disposal I`ll make possible corrections to my lifetime mistakes Right my wrongs and make my path vertical Tell my family how much I love them Visit...
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THE BEEHIVE
She is honey Vicious sweet fluid produced from the nectar of God’s hands Chased by bees as men who come buzzing in sounds of love both fiction and real With proboscis as in-betweens dying to taste of their substance And it’s sad enough that some honey’s...
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THE EYE OF PERSPECTIVES 5
From the eyes of a photographer The world is a colony of beauty Wrapped up in shapes, forms and lines Only he makes the perfect angles with the ruler of his eyes and mind And as he stares through the lens He sees a world of abstract possibilities He navigates...
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THE WHOREHOUSE
She dances in the shadows As darkness is a word her syllabus are all way too familiar with She’s unstable like the climate And her forecast is nothing but thunder storms and little degrees of sunshine She hides behind the tower of her smile like Babel...
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THE IDOL
She’s an idol An icon of emotional stimulation She lives in a generation that defines her worth by the size of her backside and the weight of her before She struggles to be accepted so she goes as far as faking her identity with those implants that in...
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WHAT IS WRONG WITH BEING BLACK?
She handed me the book And its title became my muse As I stare at the cover page hoping to find answers to the question that marks an x on my chest What is wrong with being black? Why is my skin the color of crime? And why am I used as a case study for...
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LETTER TO DEATH
You come guarded like an arms man Paying deaf ears to the reasons made by your victims You take who you delight in And it’s sad you’re never satisfied even when you get your fill You’re a glutton for corpses, both great and small You invade homes without...
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BEHIND THE COLLAR
Behind the collar lies blood, dust, marrows and veins Lies mistakes swept beneath the carpet of our Lord’s mercy and grace Behind the collar lies sacrifice, selflessness and the urge to make the world a palace for HIS presence Behind the collar lies tears...
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TWO HOMES ARE BETTER THAN ONE
His sleep gets interrupted by the alarm of tears gushing out from mother’s eyes And in conscious ignorance he walks to the scene As he sees her drowning in a pool of her own salty liquid And in a bid to become a hero he joins the already befallen For...
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MISS-UNDERTSANDING
She stands at the center of it all, yet not God All but he, stand tall hiding from the stare of men’s sight for she is a lady of the night Her eyes are the pathway too her leer Her walls are down for they are guarded to insecurity She draws you in with...
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THE FIRST STONE I LET DOWN
T'was on the 11th of July In a big hall filled with large crowd Hours had long passed like the time they were And late i was as i found myself in the audience listening to the discussion session As this tall dark dude in front of me on the next row requested...
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I will wait
Dear Eve. ,I know we haven't met yet but At night the organs of my thoughts bed wet with fear Every morning i mournWith torn robes of my heart And ashes covering the scalp of my skull i wonder Why teens like us bury ourselves in a casket of false love...
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THE BLAME SESSION
THE VOICE OF ADAM You were a subtraction of my sum The genesis of disobedience A formula that diluted my established equations I was content with the authority he delivered to me like a Christmas passel With wisdom vast enough to identify every other...
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A FRIEND CALLED LONELINESS
Like a void longing to be filled, like a voice yearning to be heard Like a groom awaiting his Bride. So was he.... Unable to speak but filled with the voice of thousand's. He sat pondering and wondering, how fast time fly's not withstanding mother-natures...
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MEMORIES THAT FADE NOT
When will the time come when I get to see him Even his Shadow and not get worked up or any emotions at all. How long am I going to keep feeling this way for one who doesn't even notice my presence. Like a face behind the mirorr that never gets to be appreciated...
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EDEN BEFORE EDEN
I’m from a place where agriculture found its birth Where the grasses grow greener regardless of the seasons reasons because over here fruitfulness is not voluntary but compulsory A place where the sun steadfastly shines and brightens the dark face of...
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LOVOPHOBIA
Am scared of and to love It dreads me severely like a Nollywood movie ghost longing for my soul in the dark Am afraid of the four lettered word Because it turns me into a breathing skeleton It lays bare the true me and makes me vulnerable It breaks down...
