PROMISE WRITES OUTLET

   Life is so sweet when we tasted the reality Addicted to sweet alovera and bittersweets Lies in our heart and soul The sweetest flavour kills faster. Here is my story: Being full of teens age and journey to youthful life I thought if dining with the daredevil; There is nothing wrong  it  Just for me to shop for a long fork and a red apron And feast with devil on a leveled bevel table. I was in love with the drinks of my adorable devil And the golden table our meal is set on The light in the dinning shines like the sun That can't be dim or shun I observed the plate was sliver and the meal was placed in the central table. I was given the sweetest sapidity sourless wine Devil smiled at me and told me to sip it I took a taste and my tongue burst into happiness My soul traced the the drink to my tommy. He ordered his angels to play music To make my visitation a lively one To add to my fun; He gave to me an abomination Sexy and adoring, Her beauty turns me to sex-starved...

  I woke up to grow with pain Seeking for lane of gain Walking towards success in blain Everyone knows I'm blessed with brain. Moving to and fro like devil in op​pro​bri​um domain Everyday challenges comes and I entertain Cracking my blad head to find sane Like a wanted thief in the Britain.   From morn to dusk, my pen always complain Of my ordain hands and book constrain That is why my pen cries in pain Blue and black for the utmost gain. My passion is my addiction I care not about the crucifixion That I will undergo during the execution Because I have built my perfect determination. I am words baker and a perfect contradictor I spicy my words with aromatic diction I plucked it from my pure dictionary  I care not about fiction or nonfiction I bake my words with ordained pen I'm a farmer from far away Farmington Men laugh at my toil and suffering in the sun but my determination is my shade and shun Men make gest of my daughter and son Because of my passion for farming ...

  Dinging and dangling like a wretched bell Life without poem is like a wild cell No freedom of emotional thought Boredom will bid no farewell Deep and wide like a venomous well Life without poem is a paradise hell No feelings to flaunt Then loneliness has quell Famished and hurted like an arrogant dumbbell Life without poem is plate of seashell Dangerous to teeth and tongue Hunger hunts us like pastel Forbidden and wanted like a criminal Life without poem is like we rebel  To our righteous Fidel Yet Our principled heart repel Life without poem is a enjambment Every line and stanza scattered like lost sheep No Shepard to compel Their artery is dispel Single and burden with life castrophe life without poem is like a poor widow Caring for children with the junkies she sells Life made her antipersonnel  Praying and praising in evil chapel Life without poem is a seer with demons foretell They believed what their eyes marvel they were thrown into eternal Helle Life without...

  Certain Farmer hail from a famine land to farm in my land The royal heads welcome him and gave him a plot to farm his grassland He thanked the royal heads and left the palace at the king's command Moons after Moon, his grassland grows rapidly  He gave the royal heads their demand And he was kind to everyone in my fatherland Even to the deserted leprosy There comes a day when the king is ill And the medics has no shrub and herb to help my firsthand We are all sadden in the hinterland We love our head dearly Able men in my land were chosen to search For the shrub and herb to cure our firsthand They search the valley and hill they found no heartlands with timberland they head back home with heads covered with their hands. With tear and distorted manner they delivered that they found no land with the shrub and herb to save the king, save the Farmer's grassland The Farmer was summon upon PDQ by the royal heads and the medics they ask him to give to them some of the herb and shrub...

  Thunder rumbles and the lightning speaks loudly Young birds were been fly by the whirlwind. I look through my hiatus, I saw the dancing storm bending and straightening the trees, Birds have nowhere to go, their nest have fallen. Then fly towards my hiatus, a ebony raven, So tender and young, looking like a famished wingless bird. I was moved with fondness, I can't help but to help this promising scared raven I took her to my cool room and gave to her a ancient lantern. I gave her warm corn and my Rock-dove's drug she looks at with smile in her cheeks. I toiled and foiled all the night to safe keep the raven. The thunderstorm continues with its rumbling song I walked vertical-horizontal in my Maison. Abruptly, My roofing sheets blown off, Heavy downpour hailed into my Maison and wet my par​cel without sparing one.  Humph! I couldn't find the scared raven  I was left helpless in my Maison She betrayed me and left me with my homelessness.

  Man, Aren't you ready for me? I have been after thee all these epochs I watched thee grow up And here am I to take thee on a perpetual rest You have possessed all life possession. Hmm.. I have seen the earth for years Life has no meaning without impact Working all epochs without gain I walked under sun and rain  I eat my softy bread with sweet pain. Man, thou hast never tasted the sweetest part of life When I dine with thee, thy kinsmen and pals, what will they say about thee? The sweetest part is life after thee, and here am l to take thee. Alas.. I plead thee, when thou hast taken my me let my chronicle be worthy of emulation Ev'n if thou would please, let me mend my way, So, afterlife will not be spent astray I plead thee. Man, I'm afraid, I couldn't wait to dine with thee Men are born with deceit and pervert emprises Tho' I'm the worst harbinger but men are embodiment of evil. I know men are baptist with evil Bar I'm a man of my words let me kill my e...

  Mon mère, if the oceans is filled with sanc​ti​mo​nious words It is not meritorious to praise thy drudgeries For thou art my highest goddess on earth my Praise be unto God and unto thee  Thou art the only prognosticator that baptist with ornament words.   Thou sold thy fascinating robes to make thy infants get jobs Thou cut thy flesh and squeezed thy body to give us food and drink Thy body and robe-de-chambre become rinky-dink B'cause of thy infant's future Thy aim is to make thy infants a great author.  Mon Mère, thou tell us a vision  So, we can buy thee a television tho' the artery is not palatable but thou hast never look unto thy pal's table Thou art fortune life producer That is why thy Infants are great achievers. My goddess, the only femelle god on earth tho' people worship thee in their heart but I will worship thee with my psyche Thou art the safest transporter   thou transport me and accommodate me like thy pure heart. The best beanery, ...

  when I was young, I go about with my WATERBOTTLE but there is no WATER in the BOTTLE. We love to watch TELEVISION because the program TELL us a VISION. I love every STUDENT yet I STUDY like a DENT. Reading is not PALATABLE that's why I steal answers from my PAL'S TABLE. My mom is the best PRODUCER, that's why men can't PRODUCE HER. I built a house with BEDROOM yet My BED sleeps not in ROOM. Mom sat COMFORTABLE And her is named COMFORT yet haven't seen golden TABLE. I'm in love with a HIGHBROW but I'm HIGHER than her BROW. , I was beaten to STUPOR because I'm a STUPID POOR.   I'm the SUN of SON yet the SON shine than the SUN. One funny day, I went to the FOREST,  Just FOR a peaceful REST I saw a lion PREYing or  because he saw me, his PRAY. my favorite fruit is WATERMELON the MELON lacks WATER. tho' I love PINEAPPLES but I have PINE for red APPLES. Everywhere is my PLAYGROUND that is why I turned here to a PLAYing GROUND.     

  Aiye is full many dreams Some are sinking Some are fulfilling Some are singing praises While some is burning. Our fate is ordained designed by God He gave us the cord  Of life and its odd we build our goals on rocks The ener​vated foundation is done with fainting souls.  While we sojourn on earth Some have forgotten that Olaniyonu Our wealth and Honour are pictures Others are ready to watch our life while we are no more. Histories told us that Olaitan But none of them is here to boast their Honour Duffer stories were dished to us in our early life Few words are yet to pass Hombres worship man-made idol. All is pictures Our achievements are pictures Meant to be watched by coming technologies How groovy is OUR PICTURES?

  Tender and mild in heart like Sheep Walking around grassland for lyrical words To feed others. Speaking in parable and expressing broken heart in dilapidated joy Mixing figures of speech and part of speech like ancient medic. Wood layer is a Bard, He goes to the forest For fine woods and he build caparisoned castle for all. Dyspeptic doctor is a bard, he gather herbs to save men who are dying from life odds He care not about his eudaemonia. Foolish is he in midst of Wise but he is Solomon in sight of the muggins Yet he never sized to cut cakes of Wise. Warrior is a bard, He fight assiduously with his sword on the white valley of blue lines He kills blankness and leave a motivating stain.   Harebrained is a bard, He commune with nature and fight with blankness  Yet he is greatest of all Wise men. River of living water is a bard, God is his source Life of a bard is a mystery No one can predict He is the one that gratify everyone's thirsty. Bard is everything damsels' Man ...

  Triple R and P, the Indian sign Waging fire and swords against men Mastermind of all an​ar​chical acts Our fatline soul died through them.   Birds and fishes are from different race But they drink from same pi​quant water The birds fly and the fishes swim None going against another The wave to each other The brackish backwash happened When a certain fish impugned a bird Of drinking from their water, Little birdird made it known that the river belong to all Arrogant fish fires offensive words against little bird And the hatred fire danced across nation. When God created man He told his har​bin​gers that, ''let's create man in our own image" And hom​i​nid were created in God's image Alkebulans are from black pot due to our ambient We are mother of mankind , Our skin and colour were gift from God We are broom from the depth  Our skin is friendly and lovely  We are pure in heart and mild in act We are not shit hole of other continent,  we are not slave to whites; ...

  * Earth is full of hoo​doo skulduggery filled the utmost thereof Hombres live to satisfy their canality Every being is enthralled with emprise Certain hombres were enthralled to jerk off righteous infant Many were enthralled to chase the wind Many are source of individual's sadness Some are ready to write happiness for others Many are enthralled to impact Some are optimistic while  many are pessimistic Many are earthquake to others plans Hmm... Earth is full of satanism Few are ready to sacrifice today for tomorrow while many are buying someone's past Some are tyrannizing their brain to become luminary Many are desperate to shed innocent blood . Earth is full of devilish words Many are too weak to carry Justice sword while some are ready to trample it to the nethermost Weak voices are been lowered by strong's mockery music. Earth is full of partiality Some were born into mon​u​men​tal family While  many are born to slave The sun luminance for so...

  * I give thanks to the Creator for creating a pulchritudinous Creature Tho' all things are made beautiful by HIM But thou art unique among other senoritas Here is my billet-doux to thee, my darling. Keep thy body unclog and holy For thou belong to me only let men suffer to have thee never sell thy self for little freight. thou art beautifully made and wise, let no man annihilate thy beauty with hoax promises let thy beauty light my world alone And thy wisdom unlocked great fortune. thou art mother of nation don't fall for hoax words of evil men they are ready to load thy womb and despised thy shameful belly let thy children knoweth that thou art holy. I'm not lawgiver but thy soulmate I might make this important but our love is evergreen my grail is to make thee a queen not a slave thy situation might look safe But thy world is lighten in evil tho' the sun shineth but cannot reveal heart of men men are gentle serpent blessed with toxicants Take...

I tried to entomb my mendacity life Earth swallowed half and brought out the edge knife I took time to settle my score but the flashlight ran to the past to tell everyone about my mendacity life poverty took over my life And life has no meaning to me I wander around like a herd looking for their daily bread But here am I eating like a prodigal son amidst pigs I derived pleasure sleeping in darkness And darkness flows through my veins like blood I dined with old Jezebels with sugarcoated promises And drank in cup of unclean acts my man point becomes a market place for the oldies to trade and satisfy their carnality they care not what become of my fate after their insemination they pay me in worthless coins. I was left in defeated ramifications my coat of many colors becomes Tamar's cloth I was left to mend my shame and reproaches I become dirtylinen in everyone's sight.

  just some penny, Judas lost his position He blew hateful kisses on his master He sold his master away Worldly pleasure led him astray. Samson full of power and strength Delilah full of beauty and lies She romantically asked for his strength And cut off his hair and turn him a worthless fellow. Because of lust, you entombed your brother  to get his damsel on your bed have you forgotten your bloodly oath in heaven. Old and youngs came out to vote you in hot sun to make you a great man  but your life is full of snake and tortoise habit  you neglected them like a forbidden rags.  Gahazi blinded with rotten rich He went to take a long stick to pluck from where he couldn't reach he later added into himself a great leprosy. Ananias and his wife agreed to make beautiful lie but they have forgotten that HE is everywhere watching to and fro they met their demise without delay. You promised to make her your acolyte after insemination but your worthless life tells you...

  Once upon a time, there was a coolish lion full of passion and good intention  strong and bold like a golden iron living a caparisoned zion in his zion, he is paragon. In the same wild ​and ​woolly forest there live a fiery snake with the feeling of opaque crawling around to give other unrest every creature life is at stake. But one day, the coolish lion  stumbled in the fiery snake way He thought of how to escape but the fiery snake has blocked the way, with a childish cry, the lion is ready to defray the action of the fiery snake. He be​siege the snake like her minion but the toplofty snake strike him with passion And went her way the lion wail in attrition, wailing for redemption. there comes a lil​li​pu​tian frog with passion to give a bog  to the coolish lion wailing in attrition the frog bogged the poison with a plug And gave the lion a relief rest. The frog promised to deal with the snake for her crummy and dummy actions, The frog set out to carry on, he mo...