We clamour of those clamour
That none ever unravel
Yet no one ever spoke
So confidently and neither
Go berserk nor befuddled
At the call for introspection
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August 15, 2025
There's no graveyard
There's no graveyard
To the immortal souls
The acme of the impossible
The joke of eternity
The unseen folks
That never return
Now our blather
But the world of the living
To repel the growing graveyard
My siblings
Skipped this Earth's blustering nightmare
To live forever
Not by antecedence
But by predestination
And apocalypse
May not decipher
Am an immortal
My thinking tent my thinking cap
My eternal home beyond grateful graveyard
Surmounted
Thereof my unbroken bones
Liveth forever
Am an immortal
Beyond words and actions
Beyond dreams and ambition
Ambassador of eternity
in the fleeting earth
Am an immortal
Am an immortal
Beautiful spring
Laundering seasons call for beautiful spring masqueraded as untarnished beautiful roses at the tryst of shuddering distance
Spheres of Influence
Spheres of influence barely grow dim
Where discounts are never given to dreary weather to sewer the perpetual nature of this glorious influence
Still I shine
Still I rise by Maya Angelou inspired this poem
You may write me off in your closet
With your calumny and diatribes
You may treat me down in your very traduce
And still like Venus I'll overheats the momentum
I shine
Still I shine
Does my sauciness belch your outrage
Why are you impounded with doomsday?
Tis my gigantic leap your nebula beyond the golden valleys
Still limping in your mottled ass and Achilles heels
Just like morons and buffoons in their meagre mires
With the certainty of their immaculate nebula
Just like waning tides of the beautiful springs
Still I overheats like Venus
Did you goof in your wildest ass and macabre humor?
Malignant head and malignant feet
Dropped shoulders with cringing navel
Dreary weakneed grimacing over forlorn sooth
Does my unruly cheeks with the grimdeath of the machismo draw your disconsolate ire?
Tis thy gold mine in the nocturnal strike forlorn amiss
Your beautiful orchards with striking apple and grapevine turns stale
Dreary eyes blistering hardly cut down
The beautiful orchards
Where the avarice fell off his crimson
And tides and metaphors with quirky cannon balls
Decelerate haughty moist in your denigration of beautiful vines
Still like Venus I overheats
I shine
Does my momentum seems to bother?
Does my unruly dreams ever shoot down your glowing sky?
That laughs maybe bellyaching than mere belly laughed
At the meeting of sordid cheeks
Coast home upon the waning tides of checkered antecedence
I overheat
I shine
Am a blackamoor beyond the nebulous nebula of prostrating negritude
Swollen feet bred and bears the fangs of freedom
Not allay driven to the allusion of broken reeds
Leaving behind thighs of scented serfdom and terrifying ghosts
Like Venus I overheats
Momentum barely fails me
As if like from the sorcerer's stoop
I overheat
I shine
Beyond the beautiful roses
Beyond the beautiful spring
I shine
I shine
I shine
Still I shine
Shall I compare thee to a beautiful spring?
Shall I compare thee to a beautiful spring?
Thou art intemperate than the foxes are
Unruly beasts nudging the forest floors
And the spring bed for the spring time hath all too benign to kiss
Sometimes too hot like Venus to plaid craft with Machiavelli or like Zoroaster
And often gold plated reeks undimmed
Froth over fair mound for unfair roses.
Moonstruck,bats in the belfry, unglued ,unhinged,unzipped,screwloose,fruitcake nutties,mad as a hatter,cracked heels,barmies,bonkers, delirious flakes, erratic freaked outs,flippies out of their trees, dingiest,dippies,kookies ,potty screwballs, out -to -lunches,cuckoo-psychos, berserk apes and wackies marooned in wacky winces
O mad as a march hares !
Dancing kookies jeered at the moult for beautiful spring
Nope blather to baa and maa, whine and bluster fuss,
Nor alacrity to gripe
Swung ebb tides in skullduggery, monkey business song and dance,drunk machinations flew like a pawn of rainbow
Egregious mafiosi and unruly machomen
Hail where the golden lions surmount their golden stars for the golden hills
Old greybeard's gongs had melodies
To crease wanton clamours for the beautiful spring.
Whom shall we compare to the beautiful spring
So our shoal and creel amplified may garner the beautiful spring a repertoire of beautiful roses?
Old greybeard thereof sobbed greedily
Where pledged sinew from golden lions outmarched evasive mockery
Sing your freedom
Hail sing your freedom in joyous times
Hail sing your freedom in grievous time
The mouth of freedom bring you freedom
Your power is confession
Be consistent
Sing Always
Sing when you re in grief and distress
Sing when you re down and sing when
The mood is joyous
Thou shalt sing always to acclimatise
To the boredom of singing girth in appalling times
The mind who get used to songs in sunny times and bleary time
Stay above the munchings of appalling times
Beneath this disdain of muse,grief barely vanishes
Able to swallow he or she in the bleary time
Therefore sing always
Favorite
Favorite is always the favorite
Favorite is always the favorite
Favorite is always the favorite
Favorite is always the favorite
Favorite is always the favorite
An Ode To my Pyrhic Victory
Thou still not your throat to thrive
With pyrhic Victory
Thou showeth not compunction
To the melodies of silence
That hewn thee to the applause of my ode
Striving for gallantry in the mother's womb
A flowery tales of fabled roses intered
In the plummet of hazy clouds
Thy mates are funfares with the golden stars
Bounteous heralds of symphonies and vicissitudes slaughtered at their heels
Hark and hail:
Unknown melodies sunk in your nesciency
Are much more glorious than heard melodies
On the perch of eternities,they re much sweeter than golden roses are
Not the olfactory lobes to make sensual to endearment
But to the infinity of the cosmos as loop for endless symphonies
And to the supermen who live to hibernate thereof
It is an endless glamour shots that I wish eternity In the mortal's bone
Fair spirit above the grand canyon thou canst not quench
Beneath the woods and above the woods
Songs and songs of the golden eternities
Thrilled ad infinitum
The golden stars in their golden hills and valleys that cannot fade at the slaughter houses of time and seasons
Rejoice happy boughs not for the beautiful spring adieu
Masqueraded in thumping sate of the fugacious debris
To those sapping bones at the green altars beneath a jaundice but haunted mysterious priest
Where silken flanks with garland drest lowering heifer from the immaculate skies
From the seashore to the mountain built golden citadels
Not the desolate arts with attic shape yet with unfair attitude
But the pious morn with forest branches, beautiful petals and chirping birds and trodden weeds over cold pastoral
hunting dogs in the backwoods for the fortunate knights
To know the earth is beautiful and wedded to beautiful spring
And antecedence is the key to unlock those milestones
intered in the sand dunes and bowels of the thrilling earth
Sing my ode to the joy of pyrhic Victory
Not this sting and time with the pyrates of dreams
But the immaculate knighterrants
Pinions upon horses
Bountiful well wishers of the golden hills
A Sorcerer's Anecdote
I met a witch a sorcerer from my antique city "Ogbomosho"
Shortly after school I visited grandma and the witch in minstrelsy like and poetic undertones
Who soothsay my glorious posterity
To the dancing words of eulogy
Reveled in the prognosis like chewing gum in her scary mouth
As she says:
"Ibikunle's compound is greater than any one I Ve seen elsewhere
Ibikunle's compound is greater than any one I Ve seen elsewhere "
Then it took three decades in Lagos
To transpire and still counting
What a grotesque and a grisly scary!
Kiss your morn
Kiss your morn
With a vow
To rise
Above pettiness
Kiss your golden morn
With a vow
To break the jinx
And shoot to the sky
Kiss your morn
With a vow
And lo kick the ball
The golden balls of the unprecedented
And shoot away
And glide away
with the stars
August 14, 2025
Choice to shine
Every moment an opportunity
To shine
Every moment an opportunity
To fail
Make a choice
With what you desire
The former is my choice
Pyrhic Victory
To be successful trial
Is your university
When you graduate
The school authority
Will give you a garland
And a wreath if profound
What do they call it
"Victory"
Or as they say
If heavily fought for
"Pyrhic Victory"
Beautiful smiles
Beautiful smiles with artful optimism
Suggest indication of beautiful spring
Afar
There after it was fun running from the repugnant mess of golden valleys
Complex folks
Complex task for complex folks
Menial tasks for menial folks
If you change this law chaos stakes the realm
And take over the city and we lament
Of decay in every sector in every season
Remember
Complex task for complex folks
Menial tasks for menial folks
Plead thee do not offend nature
And make chaos our everlasting primogeniture
Indeed complex task for complex folks
Ravishings
Sweet roses, ravishing daffodils
Beautiful petals and birds on those stalks
Chirping beautiful songs tell the most beautiful story of a lifetime
Sweet Little Sixteen
I think at 16 to 17 years
I almost fell in love
With a girl talk lanky
Seductress with all her
Leggy and ravishing beauty
Smote my senses off my hood
It was like I was successful with her
Whereas I was not
Perhaps due to dread of simple machine
Engagement engagement engagement
What is engagement?
Death wish or something?
Nope
You know what am saying guys?
Just simple hello,I,I love you,"
Which I fail to say
Then the core engagement
Talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
It just didn't flow
Even thereafter in Lagos
It just didn't work out
Due to lack of money
Greedy for women
Lack of targeted choice
And the time switched away
In endless streams y
Fugitive land
Every passing day is a learning curve
He who learns them graduate every passing day.The university of fugacity keep close scrutiny on the fugitives in her kits and every man in the radar of time is a fugitive regardless of status and race and he who wins and graduate returns home with rewards for time pays no rewards to a fugitive.many die a bastard and a fugitive of time.He goes into wind farm that is struggling fields and dies there with no rewards and if there's a rewards and he not a fugitive and return time houses he or she in country house.Therefore be a learner so you can return home from fugitive land
Hands of time
You can never beat the hands of time
Just be careful to you use your time well
We are not always accurate but whatever you get try to stay wealthy and your sacrifice would never fail but not clueless sacrifice please take care of yourself and stay out of trouble.
My Father's anecdotes
My father had taught many things
Before we knew it and before we
Could say jack to realize the immortal
Benefits of those folk leanings
From the family's beautiful folktales
And radiant anecdotes we were already
Grown up.
From his travels around the world
Who narrated his memoirs in visiting
Every country in Europe
Down to visiting West African countries
By this time we were old enough to follow him
To the crash of family silver and the great migration to Lagos
And three decades thereafter we hit boom
Again and wealth returned into the family
Now in a big way
As we revived the family and we became globetrotters and travelled every country of the world beyond father's traverse.
Had I not seen the dream the voice of ancient man who spoke "
Kunle barely return home okay ;for you and your are globetrotters"
Waow !
I was shocked though not surprised when it happens.
Good Day
Every day is a good day
Depending on how you view it
If you think is a bad day
Change it with positive mindset
For positive confession
Beyond this sacrifice
Every day is a good day
Often times
A good day
For the elfin tailor
The tailor or the seamstress
Fabricate jackets or
Apparels with ease
Every day is a good day
For the entrepreneur
For the artisan
Even for the prentice
Almost every one trades
Yearning for the rewards
Of a laborious toil
Aiming for the neplulstra
Even for the slave
Hoping someday
That freedom is guaranteed
August 13, 2025
Listening
I am amazed at a poet Eamon Grenan
As if asleep in his work
Queried a common dog and he says
"I am watching Cleo our dog listening to Mozart 's Magic flute "
Then she asked"What can she be hearing?"
This sounds little rage
I Ve done writing why animal keep silence
And are good at that silence mongering
Why do animals Keep or how do they hear?"
Of course plants and animals by nature
Are the true libraries of the universe
They with the space hold infinite revelry of eternal information exchange
The birds sends information to the heavens
The spirit of the dead returns into the bush
When mortal died and at the point of hearing unknown to mankind like Grenan
His grenade launched tepid lust for unknown numbers
And certainly the numbers holds the fortress of facts
Lion in the atavistic era of simple life forms
Was a human being that matures
Into a God of the universe
If indeed God exists
Practically every species and plants
Store these sacred information
By listening and barely dislodge silence
From the repugnant logos
He stores information
By mere listening
Welcome
Welcome to your glory
If your faith is enigma
How do you know such axiom?
Tell me
Silence in the midst of tribulation
Long suffering the true ghost of love
Needy
Help the needy help the poor
Sometimes it will return back to you
A gasping overwhelm of hundred folds
Audacious frost
Does trusting little green leaves
Ever requires
An audacious frost on a rendezvous
Of one or two specks
For a sedate folk or evergreen youth?
A flinch of vivid red flaunching
Patch
Amidst the torpedoes of 🌞 sun's tremulous quivers
And gravy dust
Overwhelmed
By little race run
Over little tepid pool
Drown inward and outward
With winds tossing the lilacs
Laughing leaves mocking the sun
Not cremated beneath apple blossom
Of a wintry way
Bemused above shining queers
Accolades
Accolades witness the golden stars
Enmasse the golden hills annexed
By the feet of the gods to visit the city of gold
We cannot rejoice more than our applause
The spirit of accolades can take to places
Glues of golden hills in the worship of golden roses
Give it to accolades without with it cannot be possible
Who is Chaos?
Mother nature 's first spring
Is silence
The family silver of ontology
Then he plants peace
In the green field of silence
Then the weird sisters
Someday when they emerge
Planted violence,chaos
Who are the weird sisters?
Faith, probability and fate
Who coronate who?
Fate the king of existence
Reign over this silence
Division among them
Born chaos
Chaos what is chaos?
Wealthy sacrifice
Wonderful sacrifice blessed by grace
Is the best investment in a lifetime.
It brings fortune faster than the speed of sound and the speed of light combined.
Serve others and receive their blessings and curses
When blessings mature it brings curses
When curses mature it brings blessings
When blessings mature it brings fortune faster than the speed of thoughts.
Sacrifice is the key and above all things
Be in good health for a wealthy sacrifice
My Mother's Applause
My mother's applause
Often times glamorous
Upon my head
She pours me encomium
Tells me
Your eyes are like
Shrimps full of shrimps"
Dad had cautioned
Countless times
And it was so overwhelming
At her nuance
That she had to stop
That shrimps in my face
Means to afford folks
Beautiful things to eat
Never tire of beautiful spring
Wealth and prosperity
Never Neglect Competence
I can not neglect beautiful privileges
But to negotiate beautiful privileges in
Beautiful springs requires competences
Dating over mileages and period of investment on competences.
Grow your competence as the best sacrifice to open up highly competitive market
Do not complain opportunity comes but once
You will differentiate your self
Never neglect competence
Two men clash over ego
Moment by moment fly in your obscurity
Yes they fly by and you never know
It's like a dashing wings of wind
That you can't really hold them
So despicable and detestable
Yet you see it and abide by it.
Two men clashes over their ego.
"What can you do to change?
Change nature or do what?
Yeah change your self
Change myself?
Like seriously
Yes please
Do what?
Your self
Have you done so?
Me to change what?
You change your self first before you change others
I Ve nothing bad to change
I mean your work of transformation
Stop robbery, manslaughter,lies, perversion etcetera
Oh you mean that?
But it takes you two decades to handle
Give me time "
To change habbit
It takes time
And to hone new one
It takes time
Even much more time
Remember
Without character
Nothing like success
Is possible
Pure Gold!
My younger brother had incomprehensible
labouring powers who believed without your hardwork you barely make it in life.
He was cute,smart in the native way and innately generous but also unpredictable in the way he animate his gesture for vivacious engagement . Unlike me according to my creed you win in life by smart work and it was more like an unspoken contest in the family in the context of metallic body language's metalanguages .The semantics could say nope as he attracted all the accolades and eurogy and of my kind diatribes and cacophonies.To recall the golden words of a wise writer at a local cybercafe had cautioned my exuberance "If you re going to be a writer in this country you re likely going to go hungry but you could be immortalized forever "It struck like a cord ever since but the magic wand was nurtured moving with like minds and my few friends were lovers of literature and we discussed it and live it.My two brothers had lot of menial accolades working the whole enchilada of Lagos.Eldest brother gbolahan had gone overseas a composer and a symphony of global repute.We embraced the same logic but at loggerheads in unison unlike my closeness to my younger brother.Three decades in the languishing stocks of Lagos slums finally I was courted with greater accolades and I was gobsmacked at the level of my ideology when the overwhelming crowd of jeers,boos and applause sang and thumped my applause.Myriad of genealogies fell into this humor.Be a smart worker and not a labourer.Apparently it wasn't too late for my brothers to accede to my request and those fatalists with this strange mindset are in the majority.You cannot change people's mindset unless they re determined to and unless you shoot to the sky and show them otherwise.Those who fail to change their mindset probably never had a good role model and that is final.Human beings are much moved by realities than idealism but if any spectacular idealism comes around proven by tested logic and proven empiricism I think they fall flat.Pure gold!
Use Your Memory
Childhood memoirs so unique
A blend of hidden fortune and hidden trauma
That later evolution of the concerned human person
Sometimes might not get over it
Shallowed trauma can be life threatening
Holistic bliss therein could outlive those memoirs
Sometimes could be the standpoint of sunny times
That if a trauma draws you back in the early years might be the turning point of a later years.
Anyways old age lives on memory
At the penning of this poem early morning
I did hear a lass telling a toddler girl
"Why did you drown the soap in the water?"
Empiricism! empiricism!!
The older the age the more empiricism grows,the best homily to the animal spirit
Wouldn't she have made that mistake had she being a little bit younger?
Wouldn't she have drench the soap like the crazy toddler?
Empiricism plus infinity , empiricism galore,action plus knowledge empiricism grows .
As the thread of golden memoirs harvest the commonsenses,in the cascading consignment of action at sea less breach of duty perspires
Those not able to recall this wonderful memoir are bound and doomed so to say crash into the impuissant rock of ignorance
Ignorance is a plague
As mortals grow older the mnemonics slow down but not so to consumers of nemnonics .
The exact implications could be dire but we could not skid it so glaring in the golden morn of those who sing and those who weep.
That if a man is so intelligent it doesn't guarantee ultimate triumphs in life but it does matter
So use your memory use your thinking cap
Times and seasons
Times and seasons wait for no one
Your fleeting life kith and kins of times
and seasons
wait not even for the owner of life
Opportunities often times do not return
Once again when they re lost in the embroidery of squandered time
The use of time is a better asset
For the consumer and user of that time
Not even the user,the luxury or impact derived
Not even accolades and diatribes euphony and cacophony
As the sting of grief vanishes for the bliss of stardom
So to remember that this beautiful bequest
Is the endowment paid for by the dancing euphoria of fleeting times and seasons.
August 9, 2025
Belong
When you re much learned
Grown up in the appreciable mass
Of learning curve and learned curve
You have to climb the mountain
Leave the valley
And ride bikes with the big old boys
By then you re starting to belong
Rewards
The rewards of a lifetime
Might not be immediate
But a painstaking process
That evolution of time
Patience and sacrifices
Sown over considerable
Period of time
As the case maybe
When add up in the grand finale
Beyond the grand canyon
From the University of adversity
Into the University of prosperity
The rewards shall surely
Be earned in the
Most unpredictable and sometimes
Unproductive and unpremeditated
Channels
Gunsmithing
The fight in my school
We call it kungful
I didn't stop until I graduated
From primary school
I kept beating my mates
I was the best in martial artist
And every film we watched
From Bruce Lee, charlie chaplain
Down to jentli and Jackie Chan
We experimented them
Until my junior secondary
Fine arts had dominated though my best was in primary four and five and six
I once drew my teacher's portrait
Had declined prior to exit of junior secondary school
Three things abide
From judo,to fine arts down to immense mastery of dictionary
A budding lexicographer and later shaped by Shakespeare and wole Soyinka
In the later years
First nover at about 12 years
Then a colosus in Lagos
In the art of punsmithing
My true gunsmithing
Deployed three million vocabularies
In my gunsmithing of words and phrases
An obscurantist in his own right
Soyinka my forerunner
Memory
Object captured in your brain
Cannot be ommitted
Can never be ommitted
Truly speaking
It can never be erased
Especially in the leanings
And mould of fast learning kid
Use memory
Recall things
Both in theatrics and practice
Honest folks
Do you think truth lies only in you
And some other forces?
You never can tell
I think it lies
Only in you
It will take time
For you realize it
And then they might
Show it
In the course of events
Blessed is the man
Who is surrounded
By honest folks
When we
Lack this people
Around us
Life is not wasted
Take Empiricism
Those who know the way
To the garden of opulence
Follow them
Those who know the way
To the valley of poverty
Follow them
Take empiricism
And compare them
Then retrace your self
Retreat and return
To the better one
Better garden
Which one is the better garden?
Ask yourself and answer it
Be Diligent Always
Be diligent at your work
When it is not profitable to do so
Be diligent at your work
When it profitable to do so
Be diligent at your work
When there is dignity
Be diligent at your work
When there's no dignity
Be diligent at your work
When there's no affront
Be diligent at your work
When there is serious affront
Be diligent at your work
When there's no humility
Be diligent at your work
When there is serious arrogance flying around you
Be diligent at your work
Where there is no stress
Be diligent at your work
When there's serious distress
Be diligent at your work
When there's no grief and despair
Be diligent at your work
When there's grief and despair
Be diligent at your work
Where there is no skill and competence
Be diligent at your work
When there's skills and competence
Be diligent at all time
It is the best sacrifice
And best price of freedom
Yet when you re slave therein
Victory surely knock at your door
For out of its abundance
Are the critical issues of life.
Be diligent always
Attraction
Attraction is the key
Nothing in you
The world hates you
I think I was fourteen
I rode my inherited brother's bicycles
To school
They left home to school
And gained admission
Into varsities and academy
Then I was lonely in their inherited room
As the fourth child
In the family
I had two bicycles
All to myself
And a large room
With two empty beds
I could have been
A womaniser
And would have had
My babies much earlier
A privilege that many
Who did
Think
Those who failed
To do same
Are nothing but irresponsible jerks
Still I keep wondering
That lately
The room was empty
Then late daddy
Relocated factory to Lagos
Infact my only sister
As third sibling in the family
Had relocated much earlier
Before the two guys
Stayed with our uncle in festac
More or less like a house girl
Cleaning and taking care
Of uncle's wife
Then my last brother last born
Had three beds in the larger room
To himself too
And it was difficult to enjoy them
Then we both took the advantage
That we never really
Do
Cousins came along
And we chat upstairs
But I choose because
I enjoy the luxury
Of riding bike to school
More than anything
I think my brother
Rode the second one too
Rayleigh
While I rode better one
Nicknamed Benz
My friends flocked to me
Because of this attraction
Particularly one ferocious
One called adeoye
Wouldn't leave my said
And we rode back home
Almost every day
It was the only attraction
He saw
Not me as the prefect of student hooligans
In my school
And also a leading student
In English language
Give mathematics to my second brother
Sunday
And then I recalled
Was there no attraction in my life
than the bicycle?
I realized it was true
No one loved you
Unless they could get benefits
From you
Practically none
And it was truly evident
When daddy's soft drink factory
Crashed
We were booed silently
I saw the body body language
As semantics
I could decode the metalanguages
It was real
People are after attraction
Not you
Yourself is fake
If there's no attraction
Nobody loves you
If not for attraction
In most cases money
I said money
Or exploitation
Either to exploit you
For money
Or pack or collect money
Gangsters
Count me out of evil
Gangsters stole the streets
Stole the money and mobiles
Stole the cars and luxuries
Burgled houses and stole money
Bangles and necklaces
Yet no one was caught
Then the faithful minds
Who wished to be counted out
Subsequently attended their joint
To be restated but they refused
He wishes to be counted of the pyrates
Then when they rake in fortune of lifetime
The misfortune of lifetime seeks earnestly
To woo faceless pyrates for the authority
No righteous man ever exist
He fails not the bad name test
But the good name test
Shallom Poetry
If I read him correctly does he know
The meaning of his poem apparently?
I think Tom Wayman a fellow poet
In the poem:The Poet posted online by the library of Congress
Tom hardly decipher the power of his poetry
And let me rephrase him to him and the public how a poet is born
No one ever write to reflect how nature
Produces from the fringes of stolen thought and deepest thought
Here I make my rephrase from Tom's versification:
"If he looses his position on worksheet or page in textbook
If he speaks much and makes little sense
Jabber!
If he can not give clear verbal instructions
If he doesn't understand what he reads
If he doesn't understand what he hears
Chei!
If he cannot handle yes-no questions?
Habba!
If he has great difficulty in interpreting proverbs
If he has difficulty in recalling what he ate for breakfast etc
If he cannot tell a story from a picture
What a abeyance?
If he cannot recognize visual absurdities
Astigmatism?
Oh vista error right?
If he has difficulty in classifying and categorizing things?
If he has challenge retaining memories
If he difficulty in retaining things such as
addition and substraction facts or multiplication tables
"May recognize a word one and not the next "Tom says
May as well be a poet and this how a poet
Is made when memories are blocked and no words to utter
The next word you could remember is poetry
Thus he who undergo the above rephrases
Determine how a poet is born and automatically a poet that distributes
Messages of hope and faith and set the shackled minds free
A poet is he the startling poet that
Sets free fellow men living in bondage
The true medicine of soul poetry
Heals preserves and cure
With therapeautic clue
Then struggles withose rephrases
To be a poet
A good at that
And the world is healed
Shallom!
August 8, 2025
Action
To rage on every thick hurdles consider it unfortunate a fortune to bodly start your life time journey in grease of good temperature
To try to stop where
You boldly let off
Is try to destroy the golden temperature of the beautiful journey of a lifetime .
To stay in the midst of trial and hurdles without agitation and counter aggression
Is to say the least the afflicted pervert is perpetually satisfied with his own position
Be struck with the temperature when you shoot to the sky
To glam it up vamp it up that strikes for a better life
To go distant places distraction does not belong to the afflicted in the affordability of the journey when no one else cares in the most reasonable time to the lowest revel of empathy
Vacuous feet may wither across the dungeon of relentless hurdles and trials
The audacious element not for one even in the blinding and blinking of eyes ever do
To drive home their feet of gold in the gold mine and the city of gold
No mountain is movable unless you move it
Did you read my poem?
What do you think am saying?
So you can't summarize eat?
What is I mean the synopsis please?
Oh you mean ACTION right?
Good that's my boy
You re graduated with immediate effect
Into your archipelago of dream
You true Dreamland
So what is a Dreamland?
Action
So with action
Keep Dreaming
Honesty
Honest is the best policy
I think Odetola in the car ride
With her popular daughter
Dj Cuppy
Once asked her father about advice he could give to young entrepreneur
Coming up in the rear
That what should they do to climb the ladder of greatness like him.
He retorted and commented
And the daughter was shocked:
" Honesty is the best policy"
I was aghast too in my TikTok
This is wonderful
Just like that?
A glorious lifetime of fortunate bliss
Was summaries in one sentence
Details in action
And how do we honesty?
Think about
Indeed honest is the best policy.
A lone walk of destiny
My brother kept the toil
In a stressful car wash
Pictures of every street
Warranty of every family
Gossips of every fiend
In his rusted portfolio of anger
I used to painfully watched my brother
Frustratingly endure the persistent hurl
Of affront from the repugnant remarks of
Those who pay him pittance to wash for them
My ears full of seething tearings tales
My full books of reflection find no more no more place to archive.
I spoke to him sometime to belch the thoughts to me
Though occasionally he did and he it was poison that spew out of his own mouth.
My mother never doubt twice to affirm the closeness between me and my brother that she told me we were meant to be everlasting heritage of the family heritage just like any other time.
Perhaps it was the only way she could help ensure that his brother's life was insured
As if am by heavenly moisture warm them under the same court.
His experience offers invaluable service to the wedlock of human trust
And it is this trust that we make aspiration galore
My brother lamented folks in the vicinity don't like me and cheaters and blackmailings backbitings are many about.
When the affront was unbelievable and he refused to quit,I had to intervene in the most appropriate time.
Pleadings to stop the business fell on deaf ears
Regardless of my entreaties to him to stop car washing he thought it was the only means of survival till the days of verdict.
Pleadings to him to survive on his learned friends seriously failed
As long as he could survive he would survive
Entreaty that he was a landlord fell in deaf 👂 ears.
And tenant fees at his hometown enough to feed him.
Our means and ways and vision to be rich always eulogized by me reason he called me boastful and braggadocio of first class extraction
One day wealth came and brother burst in tears
Why didn't he get patience to listen to him
He thought his brother was making mouth
Yet he walk the road alone so all his brothers might dump menial work forever
In the face of relentless abuses and cursed yet he cares
This life is a lonely walk of destiny
Final Destination
Gold mine twerked gold mine into bay
Brush of the broom becomes the yellow smudge and two blue arms puzzled notch into one neatly curves and with eyes of the deer in my palms gallivanting over brown pair of shoes
Where blossoming impatience of the circling toddler thrilled with the nipples of a sucking mother.
Porch swings and autumn times painstakingly crystallized golden valleys into golden hills whose annex is the city of gold the prime destination of finally makind settlement
August 7, 2025
Know Your self
When you know where you came from
When you recall your family 's name?
When you remind you of your status
Then you think twice at what you do?
Remind yourself these things and you shall never put a foot wrong or amiss
Know your self
My thrilling poetry
My poetry makes a thrilling poems
I often shuddered watching myself
Reading them from afar or others
Thrilled to watch me read or when do the reading themselves or chant me when they do
It is the power of words and the miracles of deliverance and appreciate
When people appreciate what you do
Then you begin to make impact.
A passerby at my abode early morning
Today once noted passing by pleading to clients to show him clemency
Then he said"Mankind are clothes unto themselves"
August 6, 2025
A Soyinka Version of Modern Shakespeare
My father uncovered my talent quite early
And he put his holy curiosity and divine inspiration to work.Upon my arrival from school on a sunny day, putting his palms on the window pane,he commented "You re wole Soyinka.Dont go to science class". Apparently the comments came in handy as junior secondary school in succession bade cheerio into senior secondary school and it was fitting already nature of my design cannot be overturned and so I did choose the arts .I could not feign ignorance of his consciousness and sometimes when I recalled this climax of childhood memoirs it was as if my brook of nature was born to be solidified by the glorious moment once in the lifetime of every fortunate child .Jaws dropped in my silhouette and visages humbled as if fallen on the canvas shuffled like golden star through this wood of discretion as the hands of hunting birds diffused by a nebula of undimmed light.
Then another power of poetry and prose emerged and then new but Shakespearean version of wole Soyinka was born.Bravo!Then great relocation into Lagos fueled the golden thirst and the hunting grounds of beautiful anecdote of the truest Shakespearean sonneteer and modern Shakespeare of Africa and the world.
The Spring tide
I was stunned by the distinctive stones to make me aghast
I do not see dead otter rotting that carried all day the scent if savage valediction but I was gobsmacked but living otter sparkling by the tidelines,That headlong spring high sound decibels for the wonderful morsel of oystercatcher rejoiced through the rocky alcove of rapturous elves as fed cormorant fed submarines at bay for a heron rose off an invincible boulder not pertinaciously perturbed to stand backyard a graph of longevity around clodded sky and clouded over lightning of ruffled waters.Your gloomy morning of dying dream that didn't matter turns into your glorious morn of accomplishment over volatile waters.Over wavy silky waters where butterflies jinked and novel roads to stardom uncovered where cigarette smoky,blue campered friends drank coffee and clogged with dints of neplulstra .Fresh coffee in thick dark smelled and blue scent of smoke for the breakfast coffee and sedate with radio telling frequencies and warm daily news that sparkling wined curiosity .Anyway rising waters of frequent waters bring the novel tidings of the spring tide
The Bat Rephrase
If the bat is a distant cousin to the mouse
by every blessed day
Why does he like the attic of a decrepit and aging house?
If his fingers make a hat about his head
Why does his pulse beat him so low that we walk and think him dead?
If his loops hibernate in crazy figures half the night
Why does he tilts among the trees that face the corner light?
Why does he brushes up against a thing like screen that we re afraid about the length of human vision and what eyes could have seen?
Then to re phrase Theodore Roethke
Then something amiss out of place disjointed in plain observation
As mice with wings wear a human observation and grit of tortoise wit
Shrewdly unveil the peculiar footprints back home
My Father's Accolades
Every Christmas we party with our family folks
It was a memorable thing and we had lots to eat
And dressed to the nines and kit to the teeth
I was particularly ecstatic about my dad
All the finest clothes imported from the king's country
To made us often times best dressed family in town
A long tiring trip of envy and jealousy
How did he manage to get beautiful clothes overseas ?
How did he manage to get his trip right to successfully
Transport himself over British Caledonian flight of the roaring eighties and nineties?
The marvel a little child would never stop
To marvel until the great relocation into Lagos.
Still baffled me till date and not so long
After my eldest brother travelled overseas
I began to understand the arduous task of the Nigerian travellers.
The beautiful dreams of globetrotters and cosmopolitans in the land.
We became like the best clothiers in town
As mum also sold clothes
And kids below our status at every blissful revel
every dressing times at events and ceremonies
almost threw themselves at us worse case scenario at the parties just to get closer.
We sold soft drink everywhere a signature trademark of my father and his father's fame rose
From Ogbomosho,to Ibadan, Lagos entire southwest down to west Africa
The drinks were a house hold name and the then chairman of Nigerian flour Mills
Offer to buy share in the soft drink company
That was later crashed in the early nineties
And when the family silver crashed all the accolades stopped
And my father and family's arrays of ovation plummeted without trace on the map of affluence and influence.
Father's brother recklessly messed up sales in Lagos
Wine and dine with salacious women
Couple with fetish spell cast the demise was sure.
And eldest brother had travelled down to Lagos
To Hussle like every por man's after he graduated from poly Ibadan.
Did family silver not crash still after it was relocated to Lagos?
Of course change of priority was responsible
As Midland foods changed name and also to production of gilbey gin
It was a colossal failure.
The poor man had no where to go to assuage his misery
And only the graveyard no doubt awaits him
But when the rich falls where do they go or who bail them out?
Nobody but nothing worse than death
My father's accolades died when fortune died
The world is indeed evil
No one loves you
Until riches and glamour
escort you at home
Love
Love triumphs above all things
No stormy tide ever overwhelm it
A man with love is not below
The rest of the pack
And out of this world
And operate the frequency
Of the universe
Of the world of magic and sorcery
Of impossibilities
He gets things done easily
And perform uncommon feat
And barely experience pain
The only superman among mortals
The most innovative and most industrial arts
Who triumph above and resolve social problem
The psychology of the golden age of human civilization
Without with all infrastructure of better life is impossible
Does it mean civilization that barely tolerate her
Cannot last forever?
Of course it cannot last forever
And anything it fails together
Shall fail woefully together
He who loves indeed
Is the richest and wealthiest
And healthiest man alive
For he holds no grudges
No slander,no backbitings
No prejudice to harm fellow my
No witch-hunts no sallow blackmail
Why?
Because
Loves endures multitude of sins
And doubts and heals with caring souls
We should endeavor to love
And by love only we shall
not only multiply but forever endures
Beautiful Bride
We need beautiful bride
The joy of the spring
At every turn of the spring time
The multitude of golden roses
Attains the bliss of benediction
From the privileges of the endowed spring tide
And to those with beautiful bride
The joy of the spring tide
As everlasting treasure
Hardly knows no bounds.
A Pain free Heritage
No pain shall visit our abode
We plead thee Mother nature
Bliss of blessings of good and mercy
Pain shall not embarras our siblings
Our family tree nor brothers and sisters
Agonise over such attack and the body ailments
Redemption of eternity our everlasting heritage
A pain free heritage!
Shallom!
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Victory emerges at last
Eat Principles
Eat your words if you re wrong
Eat accolades if you re right
Eat praises when you shine like the gods
Humbled abode is more peaceful than the street praises
Eat humility and you shall be the most peaceful person
A gemstone most sedate folk upon the surface of the earth
So eat principles not vain words
The Books
List of all the books I wanted to write
Sound so terrifying and a terrifying ghosts
At my baffled spindles yet not impossible to wade
If the passion at your passion hall don't know you
There is nothing you can do at home
New ideas and list of new books to write
Came up faster than the speed of light and it was terrifying at first and after finishing some pressure comes down to a natural level
It seems like an insurmountable burden terrifying at first to break the record of Ron Hubbard the world largest author by books of above a thousand and seventy five pairs of books with two hundred and fifty million copies sold
Then I evolved from the world most unpublished author into the world most published author in on fell swoop.
Hurrah!
The Books
List of all the books I wanted to write
Sound so terrifying and a terrifying ghosts
At my baffled spindles yet not impossible to wade
If the passion at your passion hall don't know you
There is nothing you can do at home
New ideas and list of new books to write
Came up faster than the speed of light and it was terrifying at first and after finishing some pressure comes down to a natural level
It seems like an insurmountable burden terrifying at first to break the record of Ron Hubbard the world largest author by books of above a thousand and seventy five pairs of books with two hundred and fifty million copies sold
Then I evolved from the world most unpublished author into the world most published author in on fell swoop.
Hurrah!
Raining days
Save for raining days
Do not listen to what I do
Listen to what I say
Nothing is greater
than raining days
Did you hear me?
Nothing is greater
than raining days
Trials In Progress
My cousins in both sides of the patriarchal and matriarchal authorities
Had dark pathetic eyes about me and my family
Serious rivalry among family gathering
I think it was the same every where around the world
Maybe one or two were considerate about me
At the least they could do mocking accolades
Not psychological diatribes if my conjecture of body languages and metalanguages permit me
Genealogies are caught in quagmire of inter generational malediction
And malignant tumours could not fly
Away where the avarice and derision rides
I gained mastery of dictionary with uncommon proficiency at class four ,five
And wrote my first but lost novel at 10
They sell electronics downstairs and we lived upstairs
My cousins occasionally come upstairs
To relax and take a short snap in our rooms
They barely sleep but when they come
We banter till day dusk and ready for them to go home.
My ovation grew up in their derision upon the cognizance of the intellectual prowess
Awareness about same thirst grew in their family
It took me ages for my reflection to gain mastery
Then i was agog in the competition I barely knew.
Derision flew right left and center tis my departure
When details of my brother's itinerary broke open
It was ridiculously derided across the board
And till date I still wonder what the need for derision
Within lineages and genealogies and family tree
To the point of fetish expedition and diabolical spells
A typical African spirit and we relocated to Lagos
In aftermath of fetish substance dug up from late father's factory floor
When exhumed unveiled the mystery behind the crash of this family silver
Homeless in Lagos for quite awhile
We survived thereafter and luckily enough
In the seventh times'attempt we became landlords too in the megacity
Ordeals by landlords meted out to innocent folks
Too many a vile we could not recall
Life is a journey of trials and griefs
At the end of the darkish tunnels and rainbow in the sky
Glorious sun arises.
Trials in progress better than trials in prison
Run And Flee
Flee from those yahoos
Who doubt you
Your worst enemies
Run from those
who peddle lies
About you
Run and flee
And never return
Rejoice My Jerusalem!
Who can swallow their victory?
They struggle to swallow my victory
And it was quite uncharitable things to do
How much of the beautiful days have they stolen from promising havens?
Let the empyrean heights welcome my brook
And golden stars above look down me with favor
And at my Jerusalem I shall rejoice
Rejoice My Jerusalem
Blue Seas
The green field over blue valley
The green trees over blue seas
Famished road engulfed sepulchres
Tardier journey might hold up gold mine
Of glorious herald
Tarnishing waters might be haven for stuffed shirts
Like peppers in your blind eyes,the road from serdom seriously bleak and ever dim
Across the impenetrable quagmire of the deep blue seas glorious sun in my fortress arises
Lift Up My head
He who lift your right arm
Must lift your left arm
He who lift your right leg
Must lift your left leg
Between the above and your head
Which do you prefer to be lifted?
Nope
Not that please
The head holds the key to
Stardom
Lift my head
And leave the rest
My head
Do not forget me
Lift up my head
O ye gate
Let me in
The glorious king
With glorious sun
A Dread Manager?
Torquoise waters rose to meet me
Petrified me left alone in the petrified wood
Shuddered at the shuddering distance between me the forest and home at a stonethrow away
Terrified by random sea surge that leave no hidden stone in the drowning distance
Yet that golden voice of unbreakable faith
Barely slipped my foot beneath the grand canyon with no rocky mountain
How do you deal with dread?
My brethren
Do you take it as breakfast or lunch or supper or something
Quite terrifying
Plead thee
Tell me
A dread manager or what?
Tell me
My River bank
At my riverbank I wanted to know the world
It was missing upon my couch in the home
Where boredom may sometimes have the better part of you
At my river bank sprawling ocean shores
Across the limitless diameters
Starry skies overboard over my vertigos
Is amplified expedition with ample testimony
To the scorn of my shallow pride sunk upon shallow waters thumping up in my bone marrow
Passionate folks
Passion fabricate muse from a willing arts
You see the fiery works of arts everywhere
Bravely minted from the cradle to the finished articles
Honing its beak is very much frustrating
We cannot get the numbers right until we
Have tried
And the knots fled as the birds had fled from perilous places
Only a man of principles is passionate
Not a faceless bird that refuses to fly
Until the nightingale with beautiful anecdote
Had sent us the beautiful roses from the golden hills
Across the blue landscaping landscape
Where golden stars had just risen from golden valleys
Same stardom retrieved by passion in the most principled path a new history of mankind often begin with the least rivet of golden sinecure
Just like that ?
O what a wonderful impression
What a wonderful thing
Passion is
and freaky passionate folks
Are all about stunning trends
But in most cases
Passionate folks
Lack arbitrary direction
For the most part clueless
And to the exception
The world is their oyster
Change With Time
Certain things barely matter
As we grow up and hardly enliven our passion
Passionate folks may not admit by prejudice
But they truly matter as we by age mature
We become better person when we drop
Those doctrine and principle that badly add up to our moral networth
And they call it" change".
Hence human transformation otherwise also known as change with time
Makes the wholesale human person
Abundance In my home
Grimy little luncheonette had me stunned
And what mother did when hunger swept
Through the family like a volcano
In aftermath of father's factory collapse.
Seems like hunger has grown in the land
Defies the nation's ability to quell and quash.
Quash defies the logic of quash and hail
They wallow in adamantine of divisive pluralism
Behind the nation's back
Where unison has fallen
From the shelf of scrutiny
Miserable penury had grown exponentially
Come to my house and behold abundance
In my loin and to my coast
Abundant salvation barely finishes
Unison is dead where greed was festered
Hail and hark
Abundance In my home!
Pyrates of Comfort Zones
Clinging to the comfort zone
won't help you but hurt you
Withdraw your emotion
And explore new ground
It's strange for them to know
When they hear it they look
at the speaker with disdain
Because they ve pigeonholed
That way
It maybe possible to a few to try
Most folks don't live their comfort
Zone in the entire lifetime
The world looses their innovation
And mankind without knowing it
Got cheated about the undiscovered
Luxuries and fortune banger of newer
Technology
Which may not be discovered in yet eternities to come
Leave comfort
And leave indelible footprints on the sands of time
We should not pardon of their grievous sin
That unpardonable sins of comfortable zone
The greatest robbers in the history of mankind
The worst pyrates on the high seas of the cosmos
My Mother's anecdote
Near our farm at temidire odo oba in Ogbomosho,my mother lured my father along her and farmed heavily for the survival of our family
The struggle for survival was necessary aftermath of the collapse of the first indigenous soft drink factory in black Africa and first soft drink factory in black Africa to deploy non carbonated plastic bottle for production of soft drink.
It was for survival and she became a man and relieved her man.
We survived thereafter prior to great relocation into Lagos three good years in 1995.
We spoke about this beautiful anecdote of one of the greatest daughter of Africa.She is indeed heavenly a woman who gained mastery of all work of arts womensfolks at a time could master.Indeed a professor of arts and crafts.Madam comfort ebulomo Laniyan,a native of ogburo and schooled at ayipate .
August 5, 2025
The birth of superhuman age
Mr ibikunle Abraham laniyan at 1.33 AM died second death spiritually and became immortal and a superman and begin the superhuman age of eternity in the cosmos to travel to space with his rockets and colonies cosmos with 12 trillion angels and supermen and occupied mars and all other trillions and quadrillions of planets ,stars and galaxies known and unknown to mankind .Today is august 6 ,2025 and I also became a trillionaire like my family.
He travels above the speed of sound above the speed of light and at the realm of the speed of dark forces.Trusted worshippers of mother nature who truly devoted to the religion he founded would live forever in the space.
A new daw has just begun.
This is pure madness highest classification of the brain use!
The birth of superhuman age
Mr ibikunle Abraham laniyan at 1.33 AM died second death spiritually and became immortal and a superman and begin the superhuman age of eternity in the cosmos to travel to space with his rockets and colonies cosmos with 12 trillion angels and supermen and occupied mars and all other trillions and quadrillions of planets ,stars and galaxies known and unknown to mankind .Today is august 6 ,2025 and I also became a trillionaire like my family.
He travels above the speed of sound above the speed of light and at the realm of the speed of dark forces.Trusted worshippers of mother nature who truly devoted to the religion he founded would live forever in the space.
A new daw has just begun.
This is pure madness highest classification of the brain use!
Victory My Physical therapy
They say failure
Will not go away
Victory will elude me
Alien to my household
and greedily mocks my brood
and I forced to retreat into my shelf
by my act persist in their rebuke
slide deeply into their chaos of shameless rebuke
waxing at the shore of rebuke and public contempt
"Tis my pyrrhic victory a thousand felonies abscond my golden tent and victory rest dearly upon my bedstead.
O victory at my bedside
Victory upon my bedstead
Victory from childhood memoir
Smelled
To lifelong partners
From being spiritual partner
To physical therapy
Shallom
Victory parades
at the victory parades, every one wants to join in my success
and nearly moved closer and have a fair taste of my fortune but permanent bliss
But they barely helped me and so were beaten by guilty conscience
Now I recall in the vision of my head
Do not pay evil for good,so I push up fake smile
Wow would they say now they didn't really meant to hurt me
With all the tireless rantings of the treachery upon perfidy,witchuntings, blackmailings, backbitings and backstabbings in their dingy clouds of backwoods and remote backyards
Keep the good work of your conscience
Keep the good work of your heart
Keep the good work of your egalitarian spirit
You never know the implication of good name
Until you have attained brilliantly the divine mercy
And missions of your glorious callings
Many are aimlessly aimless in their lifetime
Many are lifetime followers and a terrifying ghosts of followers satisfied with vulnerable and vulgar path indeed
The egalitarian spirit of mankind
Cannot be smothered by such bathos
Raise the golden stake in your life time
Here comes the victory parades,they jubilate with me
I am the face of my pyrrhic victory
I am the face of my pyrrhic victory
They encircled shamelessly still
Can we touch the booties?
Oh my gosh shameless folks
They ran away in the thickness of my grief
And those minnows who stay mocked
We have seen his ends
His ends?
Does he have ends now?
Oh nope
We re sorry
Glorious bliss
Hurrah
But we wish him dead
Buried alive!
Oh no......!
Soft pale hands
Could not console
Themselves
A regret
Too late
The point of defense
To your fiends
Victory parades
O at my victory parades
They wish
Touch me
They wish
Touch me
The Rant
Looses his temper so much easily before we could say jack at the count of three
But it makes little sense that the raging fury
Fructiferous folly stuck at the nightmare of the rant.
Still can't me rashness dissolved at its billows of rage
Cannot still give rational precaution to the vertical landing of sheer conscience and censure of wading bells at the most responsive hours.
Does not understand when he rages
Does not persevere when it rages the navel
It cannot hear the vector and the vectee
It cannot hear each from the alloyed mode of egregious Infection
Friend
"I do not truly believe the word friend by concept was not overblown
The unity of relationship It should bring could have beautified everything good farther "
"You said the word was blown out of proportion in respect of relevance and
And egalitarian spirit "
"Yeah.Why do they turn around to allow this desperation to cling on unwary elements coming together to make friends without seriously knowing who they re befriending?
Yet we go berserk for friendship out of love from out of nothing.
A friend could turn against you and you would be so shocked
A friend who could not defend is a good fiend
A friend that barely repairs,absorbs,endure,defend,chastise
Soothes ,obeys,mends,cleanses,fixes but not mockingly
Is a true bonanza of friends and stalwarts in the attrition of nefarious perfidy and treachery .
Battlefield
Failure is not a distant cousin of the failed person.
Where the battle did not cease to fail as it were in every season
Heypresto,this is the greatest lesson you ever wanted to bequeath to the generation of unborn posterity !
This is the field every active soldiers can fight even hours after crash
Birds fly only by carrying beautiful news
And hardly do birds fly without carriage of beautiful news in their meagre frame.
The transition is awesome and we re bound to fulfill the main task
Exit of poverty into prosperity.
Roses Of triumphs
I love the beautiful roses of triumphs
The way for instance triumphants flexed
Up muscle
To do or not to do or to do an undo
Two options exist for every escapade
Fail or win
Loose or gain
Failure or victory
Only one door lead them together
And you might exit failed doors to victorious do
What can you really do?
Tell me
You should victory!
Or you shall be laughing stock
Behold be determined when you face the music
We exhume great desire in the hunt
For this most impoverished element of Joe doe
If you love beautiful roses at night
Transformation
Patience don't come that cheap
Or get bestowed upon the milk of human character
Braggadocio bragged at first instance until later humbled by embarrassing whack of happenstance .They all mean the same thing: transformation of the human person.And
It eats the excesses of the human foibles .
I guess it does depending on the level of the human submission .
Yeah,it does magically when you re submissive to a fault feeding on some one excreta with little or no resistance.
Transformation:Never heard of transformation before? Know it and know it well when it comes to your vicinity
And you re stuck with the deepest emotions of being transformed.
Never let anyone deceive you beyond the fact that you re a transformed person;for without wealth being added to it on earth
Every dint of transformation is a solid farce
Dont bother about yesterday and today
Being true to ourselves is to hit the nail on the head so that it takes patience to realize
That certainly being wealthy moving forward is the best form of human transformation.
August 4, 2025
Mockery
All week round toiled at car wash
Someone else labour ground
Someone else vicinage
They mocked him his abject peasantry
And lampooned his family
O with the same tarnishing brush
The mockery in broad daylight no mean mockery
Those who mock turn out to be a grievous pauper
On weekends they mocked as he watched
Shame hanging impetigo impetuously
Upon him at alacrity of his orotund toils
Those too console him turn out a grievous mockery
Sometimes his taskmaster barely paid him in full
How he could scoop buckets of shame in my dire observance.
Those who mock him turn out to be a grievous pauper
To the fellow folks these tides of mockery
Could only worsen as the tides rides the grand canyon of shamelessness and contempt
Bumping in the pot and cauldron of mockery
Until this change of fortune accentuate,
the bizarre of the avalanche rusticated his impulse
He who mocks shall be mocked
He beats them in the hollow drift
Certainly the smitters suffocated
By horrendous smother of the free spirit
And the mope ,the clairvoyant I,seer seen the farthest glory
Weary Road
Seems like a weary wears
Seems like a weary road
Roasted in the pawn of weary hearth
Seems like every wince dejected by weary
sands
Although it has grown darker than we thought
As we cast aspersion over the prior vapor of weary road
Behind the clouds
Since we last berthed
At the coast of golden valleys
Whereon we climb Mt.everest
To the zenith of golden hills
whose annex requires rationalistic
Mortar pounded by rationalistic
Behold let artesian well
runs forever
Befriend my colosus the final intestate
Of the golden stars who lives in the golden hills
They take medley with compassionates
And rescind them yokes from weary road
Decision
Not every time
Is a good time
Not every person
Is a good person
Not every move
Is a good move
Not every good man
Is truly a righteous man
What do you mean?
Does time makes a righteous?
Why good time
Not produce righteous man
That bad times
Now produces righteous man?
Why did the righteous man
Succeed in bad times
And not succeed equally
In good times?
A good move
Is possible in both hard time
And good time
Then man chooses the path
He should go
Be it good or bad
So that the principal thing
Is the religion of decision
It takes decision to follow
The good way
With guarantee
of the good move
Which one is faster?
They say the day will go by
So at what speed
Coerced to pour debris into the stream
And go away with the day
and basically the length of streams
To flow the debris away
with the fixed hours of the passing day
Worries me at the pure gaze of watching
The flowing streams moving away with the debris at the counting hours of the passing day with both debris and streams
Waving goodbye to slower passage of the day
Which one is faster?
You Miss Anything!
Did I miss anything else in this world?
Nothing ever matters than the primacy of your kismet unless what you know really delightedly makes you a victorious element in your own right,penury in a lifetime might be a lifelong dream.
Pure luck
When people talk about victory.They talk as if they understand what they are saying or know what they re saying.They discussed about victorious men who went out and earned pyrrhic victory in the real sense of the word.Time and grace may be on your side and never say you re better than any one else unless you use fetish spells.Even at that life is pure luck and favor.
Startled
I request that the irrational take up the reason and hold it up to the light of a given problem and slide it against the river bank of problem and see if it can drown.Now watch the drown swim its way back out of the pool or watch it dry up the river of problem before returning to the dried shore.
Oh you say it never happens before and he says the unprecedented happen.Startled!
Days of Grief and Glamour
Thanks for the days of grief between me and you.Also thanks for the days of glamour and jubilation between us.I don't know what made the earth to choose me and hence rewards me with riches such as I have never heard before in my entire ecstatic life.
Behold days of glamour unleash its regalia of leanings.
Choose
Do good unto others as you would like them do unhto you
Do bad unto others as you would like them do unto you
Do good unto others as you would like them do unto you
Do bad unto others as you would like them do unto you
Choose
August 3, 2025
Alupluto 's Sepulchre
Sepulchre faded awesomely away
with her burning woods
In refrain of repugnant burning cheeks
Sallowed victory turned into crystal victory
Over this eyne of lake crimson, metaphors of metaphysical hilts
Retrieved from behind the nauseating paunch of pined cheeks
Shrieking clamours did assault and battery to clangs of the throwers of sponges,
Oft did her fucking eyne clicked to his conceited comportment
Over gazes borrowed from discounted fillet
Untucked pale hung in bad riddance
So slings distant grievances upon his navel
to make him gell from the dances of repugnant girths
Of fabled pleading to dent his amorous theft
Couldn't it be true that the battle of pamputo was ignited by the guttersnipes
A mischievous urchin who hibernated
Below the breadcrumbs and breadlines.
The warfare persisted a dozen times of the ancient calendar
And long before they could say jack the inaccessible transport fares and mystery of penury that blanketed alupluto like a chilling fog
Had laundered immaculate nature in the theft
Posed as shrinking pale of shrinking violet into public nightmares
That millennia may unfurl unceasingly in the atrophy of golden lions
With this harumskarum,so slide the tempestuous gallivant of broken troths
That seems an hour but long
That seems an eternity but short
Where studded bridle in stuffed shirts
Over his sweltering palms may not scold the pandemic winces of dizzying heights
Being courageously good to salve his goodnesses of sovereign goodess good.
Billows as they steed they nimbly fallow virile lands
Winows as they steed they briskily fasten his unguent gins
And fathom do not reflect until the immaculate green fields reaches them at the satiety of the golden hills
Golden beauty not bread with golden showers
Not unyielding bellicose with which they till the farago of psychology edicts
At the expense of decrepit percentiles.
And down her embroidery of passion splashed keenness
At the hoipoloi's diameter to unleash her blithering psyche
And saith she at the barrette enclosed with the barbican ,the barnyard
And the barns in the outskirt barricaded by forest trees.
Sometimes barn dances and banjos at the bandstand rattles like a banger .
She chewing barley sugar made by fellow barmaids and barista
And he sniffing barbiturate and barbeques roasted whose aroma drew he the barons and baronesses crisscrossed by bartenders and barrowers who took the rivel down to the ecstatic medley.
She saith unto him as he drew him away from the throng:
"Wither thy alupluto if thou would not act fast
Thou shalt barely lessen the mayhem with thy golden lions
Of treachery, nefarious baulks, crystal vendetta
If thou mayest not slack in this tense of dingy clouds
If thou shalt not strike and assume assault from the beach head deadliest black spot
Thou shalt not break even to quell the rampage that was headed to pamputo.
River banks under siege anew tis thy assault freedom flees nebulous plateau .May the rampage at the shore not exacerbate the penury over the bottom percentiles at pamputo!"
Her sharp arrow struck his beadied cheeks as if like a bayonet hit him down the marrow
That he excused her entreaty to the subservient errands.
"Stay with the baroness of pamputo and shortly my broken reed shall be back"
Retorted with rhetorical sport not much banter.Withdrew quickly from the bear hugs and the besotted bibulous bachanalian at her beleaguered behest as beast of burden besieged with the beautiful bequest of golden nirvana to alupluto .
Alas in a jiffy lubed away in a huff, pinion on horseback
Now a beachcomber fetched the be-all and end-all expedition,
As if bewitched with ignoble biathlon ,battened down the hatches
And headed to the riverbank for castellation of order and censure on hurlyburly.
Do What is right
Anything you barely regret
in life
Cannot haunt you
Never!
Never it cannot haunt
You
Unless you're a fainthearted
Lounge lizard
It can never haunt you
And will never fear karma
But we can not deny worrisome
Conscience
And that's why all the problems come from
Therefore for the sake of your psychology
And ultimately conscience
Do what is right
The City Of Gold
There are many ways that lead into the city of gold
Dreamers can only dream of one at a time
Many know not once even in a full lifetime
Only few men get grace into the city of gold
The journey is too tedious too arduous nut to crack
But one man yearns and knows tons of strategies into the city of gold
Behold his household fetishly bars him from the pot of gold
Unleash him ailments by a fetish spell
What an unfavorable fate!
So one day when he survived it
he celebrated his entry but how he did he do it?
Fiends alike and aloft wish to know
Baffled and shuddering
Same fetish spell cast he unpside down
To thrash open the illiberal gates of the city
Abracadabra !
Hence the battle swung in his favor
When the stardom came
The first port of egalitarian entry
Were his fiends and fatalists
So learn to pay good for evil
And not evil for evil
Can you do it?
I doubt too
Thanks
Thank your head every blessed day
Thank your stars every golden time
Be aware many have no such luck
And lustre to truly stay alive let alone survive
Once you remind yourself of your beautiful breathe
Thanks galore! Thanks galore!!
August 2, 2025
What purpose?
I love to face challenge headlong
I love to face the challenge headlong
I love to face the challenge headlong
What purpose do we have ?
What wisdom of the old to keep the purpose?
Struggles
People would always be people and the progress of humanity could go along way to strengthen your hold on your immune self .It glorifies your elbow and sacrifices you put in every passing day.They re meant to mock and certainly it enhances the growth of human freedom beyond stratosphere and when you survive as an artist the sky is not the limit.As part of strengthening character in the storm you are compelled under every hardship as an intimidating artist poised to intimidate his or her environment into submission .We have to think ahead and blend essentially with unpredictable fury of damaging environment.oil with no he
Robert frost
Same kismet was inspired by Robert frost
I think we should travel to many places and roads in life.This afford us better exposure and it could go along way to undermine impossibility and enhance the rarest opportunity for the golden stars.
We rely on golden vision to get to our expected ends
Same Kismet
Two destinies detested in a burning woods
And beseech thee my stallion I travelled both lands
And double travellers in diverse lands
And looked down on both with fair sight
To where they bent at the crossroads of heavenly moisture
Then took both with fair sight in more than two lifetimes
And become double wiser with sharpest wit
Because it was the learning curve and learned curve that barely dim
Though as for the burning woods with burning cheeks
No one ever dares to pity them with golden empathy
Had foretaste and foreseen glorious sun from golden hills
And both borderlands equally lay with golden roses
Depending on the visages of the visionary sojourner
O I kept both journey every single day
Yet I know the burning woods with the burning cheeks
Will soon grow beyond yelling valleys
I shall not tell you with my beautiful anecdote
And then cry of regret and then show no remote control nor a remorse of golden valleys
Two destinies detested in the burning woods
And I took the bravery by the head to follow those uncommon vision
To follow two destinies detested in the burning woods
O burning woods now the aroma of golden hills
Flee(Repetitive rhyme poem)
**Flee flee flee the big storm **
**Flee flee flee from my abode**
**Flee flee flee down the beneath ""
""Flee flee flee beneath your grave""
Rise Up.(Poem with simple rhymes scheme)
The moment came in the spring a furious storm
The blusteries twerked the storms did bend
I watched the storms go away the end ,
A troubled soldier I rise up the glorious end
I See.(Anagoras poem)
**I see** the moment change in my dear life
**I see** the change grow in my awakened self
**I see** the transformation consume me in my determination
**I see** the morning dew balloons in my ecstatic self
Condition changes.(Achrostic Poem)
**B**eat trends undermine the norms
*"C**hange is consistent,purgatory and therapeutic
**E**thics change gently in the society
**C**ondition corresponds to the change
August 1, 2025
Little Beginning And Great Increase
By Adeshola Abraham
Every Tree Grows From Nursery Plants. Nothing Good In Life Comes Easy. Every Great Achievement Is Nurtured From Small. But Unfortunately, The World Of Now Wants It The Other Way Round By Desiring To Start Big. And It Doesn't Work That Way. They Employ All Means To Achieve Their Desires. But The Children Of Zion Who Have Made God Their Pillar Will Never Be Stranded.
Today, God Will Turn Around Every Situation And Give You A Reason To Rejoice This Season In The Name Of Jesus Christ. The Resources You Need To Fulfil, Your Divine Mandate, Is Supernaturally Released Now. Begin To Experience Extraordinary Fruitfulness And Enlargement On Every Side In The Name Of Jesus Christ.
I Pray That Your Promotion And Blessings Shall Not Elude You In The Name Of Jesus Christ.
Receive The Grace For Speed And Inexhaustible Wisdom From God In The Name Of Jesus Christ. Receive Empowerment To Overcome Obstacles And Challenges In Life.
You Shall Never Remain Small In Life And Destiny, In The Mighty Name Of Jesus Christ. Amen.
Good Morning And Do Have A Victorious New Week. Enjoy Yourself In The Presence Of The Lord.
Making a lasting impact
Every where you go
Learn to speak out
Even more productively
Always to fill a need
And you would never
Be forgotten
You may not know it
But people are watching
I think with good memories
You will realise it so
And use every fucking period
To make s huge impact
That doesn't come cheap
When you build legacies
With indelible footprint
In the sands of time
Even in your life time
It is not forgotten easily
Some folks will remember
Because
Every one is watching
Make a lasting impact
Always
The Possibility Of Dreams.part 232
Starting with human development, every society desires the quality and quantity of growth it gets widely distributed across every genre of social relation and not immuned from every burden it imposes to the extant socioeconomic system.Hence the task of fulfilment is no mean task and not for the simple and the reckless with recipe for the doomsday.There is the mandate for the pattern of this growth to change where the artifice of sustainability and vital framework for sustainability is heavily undermined and evidenced by disconnect between human development movement and economic development movement.This requires that every level of fulfilment and attainment must be so devised not to hamstring the tendency for change that should be purchased by this apparachik of development architecture.
Appropriate infrastructures for development architecture enables the operational discharge of production function behind the sanctity of the attainment schedules to fully embrace material fulfilment in the light of precision positioning and expected time frame.
However a vast swatch of development framework not sustainable not due to the poor nature of socio-economic system humilliated in the background but that the quantum of rational experiences and critical thinkers to demand for this proportionate ratio of development critically lacking and at loggerhead to the development practice in general.We do not bridge this gap by empowerment of arts and humanities of human development structural reforms as it should be to neo liberal thinkers but by understanding the fundamental basis of public system and the changing purpose of that illiberal and sometimes liberal purpose of the system to accommodate durable change.The fate of socio-economic system cannot be raised to rigidly frustrate the this ferocious problem to conclusions where the critical framework of development demand not affordable by those who work those who receive the rewards of their labor.Every decline in the entire enterprise of growth and development might impair an unbudgeted ratio of insurmountable spiral of psychology damage to the extant socioeconomic system.The moment of truth must be so devised either by actors of development arbitration and process arbitragers not to retreat from the fringes of the extant system when reconfigured hook line and sinker.
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