Charity

Charity begins at home 

So says the old adage

But to most folks

Charity begins abroad 

And neglect 

to take care 

of their home

Much pressure 

By the need in life 

Neccesity in life 

As the mother of invention 

Barely repairs damage 

Which has been done

To the factual outcome 

If charity fails to 

begin at home

Wickedness may share

The same apparel 

With it

So be a charity at home

The moment you believe it

The moment you believe it

An opening elsewhere 

Is fabricated by those 

Gigantic leaps of faith

And confession

It always does 

Never ceases to open

For every positive motive

There is a positive word

And a positive result 

Both substances 

On two ends

Much 

Collide

For wondrous outcome 

So rejoice 

The moment 

You believe 

When you say.....

When you say

It cant be better than you think

Then I tell You it cannot be 

Better for you

Or than you think 

We reap wages of sin

When we commit 

The greatest sin 

A doubt of the human dignity 

Never doubt 

Your personality

Is more than you think 

Good conscience

Good conscience 

Is the true price

And most holy

Trumpet 

Of universal freedom 

Freedom is holy

It does not flow

To unrighteousness

To undignified cause

But around good conscience 

The true price of true liberties 

Dont deny good conscience 

If you desire to be freed

Unbundle Summit

Unbundle your impossibility

Before it unbundles you

Unbundle your challenge 

Before it unbundles you 

Reckless errands 

Turn stale 

Beautiful spring

Of a glorious dawn 

Learn to use

Time effectively 

Well targeted 

At your impossibility 

Hence unbundle them

Before 

They unbundle you

That is your unbundle Summit 

Perseverance is the key

We cushion 

Every 

Regret 

With 

Every palate

Of prospective 

Ambition 

When the first 

Fails 

If your logic

Hardly carries it

Boycot it

And settle 

For the next

Wave

Of ambition 

We may get nowhere 

If every upset

Causes the

Dreamer

To surrender 

Precious ambition 

Perseverance is the key

Maintain it

Fight

If you fight with bare hands 

You would face the consequences 

If you do with matchete brandished 

So shall you bear it and face the music

Never stop to fight 

When the strugglings of mankind 

Barely ends 

Fight always 

Even with your body language 

To gravitate everlasting peace 

To your door step

Believe yourself

Belief in others 

Believe in your self

And we have so many 

Fake disciples 

Who hardly believe 

Themselves 

And faking belief 

In others 

First to believe 

In yourself 

Student belief 

In others 

Might decline

Verily speaking 

Driven by soft passion 

Rather than hard passion 

Then believe yourself 

First

For out of it

Are the issues 

Of beautiful 

Spring 

Feed Your enemies?

We have plenty of food

To eat

And one day

My visit to the belicose grind

Unsettled my medula

Cross of hungry wolves

Cry of hungry wolves 

Who will help them?

Practically none 

Then I took the honour

What?

The honour of

Feeding ingrates

A friend had retorted

They dont like you

Do you feed your enemy?

What do you need?

They said your head

We shall kill you

And he runs

After feeding them

Be not desperate

Be no desperate 

For help nor success 

From the neighbour of yours

Who have what you need 

In abundance 

But will never help 

You

Even when you re not 

Desperate 

He hates your existence 

So try to be moderate.

Use common sense

Use common sense

As plenipotentiary 

of the horse sense 

Use common sense 

Always 

Use common sense 

Your saviour of the material 

And eternal life

Thank your stars

Thank your stars 

And your head 

When you re succesful 

Even when you re down

Agitate same

Do not decline 

Point of correction

Point of correction 

Is valuable 

When you make

A mistake 

A grievous

Mistake 

Then the point 

Appreciates 

In value

How come 

Mistakes 

Are valuable?

Why?

Take the knowledge 

Learn

And move on

Bully your challenge

Bully your challenge 

Not fellow humans 

Spare not it and bully it down

Can you afford it?

I think folks 

Bully not

Wrong headed 

Folks

But 

Nincompoop

Of yourself 

Bully yourself 

To achieve 

Better personality 

Hence bully

Your spirit 

Bully your challenge 

Not fellow humans 

And alienate 

Forever 

Terror

In modern society 

Forever 

So bully 

Your challenges 

Shout

Sing above your voice

Never let any one block you 

It may not be too long 

The treat and rest of the world 

Will remember you 

When they hear 

Your golden voice

Missing point in peasant region

Shout if possible shout 

Shout!

O boy 

Shout!

A Palm tree

He hurls down the palm tree

With the grand wield 

Of impenitent matchete

To butch specie 

For food and commerce

Palm trees are 

natural wealth device

Oriented

For variegated purpose 

Be a palm 

Tree

Blessed home

Am a palm tree 

Am a palm tree

O my palm tree 

Am Blessed home.

Riches or penury

Good conscience 

Brings everlasting peace 

But maybe sometimes 

In a full lifetime 

 ruined by mass penury

Tell me what pays

Riches or penury?

Then I choose riches

Use common sense

Use common sense

As plenipotentiary 

of the horse sense 

Use common sense 

Always 

Use common sense 

Your saviour of the material 

And eternal life

Never sigh

Never sigh when least satisfied 

Never sigh when regret barely forefeits you

Never sigh when pyrhic victory never earned

Never sigh when disappointment barely vanishes

Never sigh when your feature is clueless and unprofitable 

But I sigh someday when opulence dat on my bed and Never leave 

My eternal brother 

Health is wealth

As they say

Health is wealth 

 health o is wealth 

I am healed by the

Word of my mouth 

To affirm 

Health is wealth 

Pain departs 

From my bowel

I am healed 

I am healed 

I am healed 

I am healed 

Health dawn on me

Indeed health is wealth 

 

Unknown lands

Sail beyond the unknown lands

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 

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 

Smash hit bursters on the arenacious melange triumph yonder shores

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

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 

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 

Open

Open your arts to accommodate

freedom from the remotest corner 

Of the golden hills 

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

Long Haiku

Good memories seal mouth agape 

The wonderful rhythm of a goleador

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 

Life

Our life is like

A beautiful rose

In the sky 

Long Haiku

Good good good good good good

Good good good good good good 

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 

Haiku

The rewards of a lifetime 

Is in the lifetime of sacrifice 

Long Haiku

Moment of truth I say moment of truth 

Moment of truth is the best period in a lifetime 

Haiku

Grace by law kills grace by faith

Favor by law kills favor by faith 

Haiku

Things change faster 

When you believe faster

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.

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!

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 

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"

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 

Above what?

I live above my apparent oddity 

Oddities beneath my feet 

Clarity flashed before me

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