PROMISE WRITES OUTLET

I was caught twixt tequila and telescopic visions After wandering through the nook and cranny Of macrocosm's catastrophe Searching for a damsel to tamper with my somatic sense. I went to a brothel where immoralists lies their head they wiggled their natural gift to me like a dog who saw it's master I glanced at them like a priest, ready to blessed their soul with my man-point They are curvaceous and beautifully sighted. Their goods are shining like heavenly stars My man-point makes the call to my brain Telling him to contact my soul and my mouth But my pouch was biting my left hand Because I had nothing on me save a golden pen. I asked for a night-price  B'cause my man-point is my vice "two penny", a stilled voice replied My heart melted like natural honey pouring from edulcorated fountain I went into her bed to bang away the hardness. Her tone energized my energy She rides like a beautiful cowgirl from east And I drove her to the seventh heaven Where...

  After the sun has performed Smiling a shine sunny smile on them The roads are full of mirage  Sabotaging the cool oxygen Livings instill hot and transfuse fire. the cloud has no prey to feed on  The sun dominated the sunny day It kills the ataraxis in workaholics They craved for refrigerant water To quench the fire in their gullet. The day visited famine and dispiritedness Their souls have suffered in the burning ball The ocean is hot; it couldn't cool their souls It vociferated in pains  The sun wages mephistophelean smile on them. Greenland becomes desert in the day The greens are getting yellowish And the sodbusters are getting yellow fever They blame the crazy God for the ball B'cause it drained their soul blood and water. The God heard their voice He sent the burning ball to the west  And ordered the cloud to bend and bring a dark face Beautify with scaring tribal marks And white terrible Teeth. The cloud released to earth a angry cyclone Carrying ever...

  Afterlife, He becomes a landlord He owns a massive comfortable coffin  the outer is colourful gold And the inner is is shining like a bright white. Au naturel was the landlord when he was a being Now, He wore a white flowing garment choke-full with alluring fragrance His face was beautify with a lightning white powder. His edifice's substructure was held in six feet To protect from windstorm and erosion The foundation was done to keep his stay from frigorific life His earthly achievements bought him his comfortable edifice His lovers bought him mansion of satisfaction. His new edifice attracts grubs To dwell with him in his apartment so his stay will not be bored His flesh entertained his tenants They feed voraciously on his flesh And keep the frame for soil. For while he was yet alive,  he trusted his handsomeness And saved his hope in abundance of uncertain riches He has no knowledge of satisfaction; he lived in extravagant He despised grubs more than his ordure And l...

  Rolling from east to west on my hard bed Words are fighting in my brain Pen is nowhere to be found Books are having their peaceful rest. My head is full of poetic words That I wish to make a prophetic words Even the night could witness my aesthetic pains He could hear the sound of energetic swords Sweat filled my body like sourceless ocean My hard bed became soft like loaf of bread My pillow couldn't resist the sweat  it soaked like a thirsty child. My hair is standing like battalion  Waiting for commander's order But my eyebrows are willing to shut Even with the pains I go through they care not; for peaceful hypersomnia has them. I stood erected like lustful man-point Ready to penetrate the sacred virgin My eyes were still walking to and fro A glass of water saved them. I fought my way to the sacred lamp of writer Lighting the darkness in my room I sat on my inspirational chair waiting for the words to boom. I opened the window in my room Then the angry breeze blew my...

  I die many times But I'm still alive B'cause I'm yet to shine I tasted death many times Like a chef tasting his aromatic soup. I preached like a wilderness parson Telling men to do apart with suicide yet, I woo suicidal thoughts  I wrote romantic poems to her So she can have me to her bed. Depression visited me like sudden visitant He oppressed me with extravagant thoughts He impressed me with hypertension Yet he feed from my dining table. What is the reason of my poetry? That rhythm and rhymes datums pleasant To my ears and my heart Yet, the theme melodiously sing death. My dominant diction is horror Yet, I cloth my soul with fearlessness. When shall I sing the song of hope? My pen cries every night wishing to cut hope The song of suicide has dishearten him He couldn't shape hope; he only digs grave My white field leaves in utmost fear Because she carries the message around like a royal town crier. Death lives like a fearless man giving men a great thought Even when ...

On the 21st of March, 2021, The world poetry day, The cloud was sad and dismayed, He sat solitarily at heaven's gate, Because he was beaten by a sad lad's story. Thunder strikes, the lightning lashed the cloud, Uncontrollable tears rolled monolithically from the cloud's eyes. I, Promise, a prisoner in the Western part of Africa, Wrote this in a tearful manner and despair. I knew not what made me a prisoner, but I knew I wore prisoners' tog And acted like a prisoner. I was caged in a dark prison that seemed like a madhouse, I couldn't see my leg nor my hands, The darkness was thick as Egypt's plague, I was alone in my room, which smelled of nothing but petrichor. I ate like the profligate son in the prison, My morning food is dog's meat, And evening is pig's meal. Life is inspiring in prison, Even though my body is full of inscriptions Which I knew meant something, Whenever I felt like writing, I inscribed on my body, Only a day in one moon, daylight visi...

    Man is blessed with unimaginable system that they used to relate situations and other act that requires critical thinking. God gave man the brain to think and make unimaginable things to come into existence. It has been discovered that the brain is one of the largest and most complex organs in the human body. It is made up of more than 100 billion nerves that communicate in trillions of connections called synapses. The brain is made up of many specialized areas that work together: • The cortex is the outermost layer of brain cells. The brain can fetch you an idea which you can monetize it in a legal way, "Dinosaurs had huge bodies but small brains. You don't need a big body to have a big brain,” Schreiber said. “The more complex the species' social structures, the bigger their neocortexes.”     What is Ideology? According to Merriam Webster dictionary, An Ideology is a manner or the content of thinking characteristic of an indi...

 . I walked with backstabbers Ev'n though I knew they're not angels yet I trusted 'em like my blood And they betrayed me like dung. I have slept with deceit on the same bed Feeding on entrusted bread Yet, deceit acted like Judas After drinking our wine He stabbed our trust. I befriend prevaricator Who tends to be my advisor Blessed with all fabricated stories Yet my trust stand still like a mountain. Your equivocate can run for ages It's a prey to the light  in dungeon If your night is full of darkness  The sky moon will fish your secret. No matter how you browbeat the truth, The truth shall stand on the peak even if My soul wants to leak I will never be deadbeat with saving truth.     

  If love is a wine I will never decline I will love to dine With love  I don't mind being straggler like an inebriate. If love is journey I will go with you honey The journey might full of agony I will press on with you  like snail and shell. If love is a farm I will become a farmer nursing my farm everyday to bring the best fruits and veggies  From my farm. If Love is a light I will never slumber  I will always stay awake to  fuel my lamp for love to shine  like a light on the tower. If love is a word I will never keep mute in this world I will speak to everyone's ear That love is our word. If Love is a war I will be a warrior Looking ador I will fight like a tireless bee Because the queen bee is waiting for me.  If Love is a crime I will be full-time criminal with a prime my crime will be sublime. If love is a rain I will be full of fain To get my tog wet And pray for hurricane. if Love is a quod I will never be bored I sing with jailbirds...

With vinegarish tears my pen shed this bloods Thinking of my humbug promises Just to satisfied my peos' hunger My heart couldn't take more regret Please, let your pure heart forgive me. When I said you are my heartbeat My heart knew it's a fib Oxygen shouted, "alas", in horror Oxygen promised to quit my heart beat. When I said you are the star that light my night The night knew that I was a prevaricator The star cried from the skywrapper Because I was in hurry to get your body nigh. When I said you are my world, heaven and Earth wept over my fib story They knew I couldn't make a sand nor Corry I was in haste to feed my peos. When I said you are my life I knew my thoughts were from wildlife My man-point has taken over my thoughts Wanting you to engaged with me in nightlife.  When I said I will take a bullet for you Bullet opened his mouth in agape Stings and pains rain from his eyes He couldn't tell you I was luring you.  When I said you or no one my heart...

  Prognosticate to wait for me when I'm on a long haul journey  Will You be pure when my ears are deaf to your deeds? will you defend our love when cyclone comes by? Rings of dissimulation full your curtilage Will my ring be found in your pure heart? will my golden sweat speak Solemn "NO" to 'em through you? Let my ring rings the ringing tone of happiness Oh my dear My journey is not for amusement I went out like a farmer going to farm in a greener pasture For us to live healthy in Greenland My heart may seem far but nigh to yours My heart sings sweet songs every cold night Hope your heart sings for me? Hope your heart is always nigh mine? In fiery cyclone,  My love will not be moved It will stay still like a peaceful water of the West What will happen to your Love? Will it got dried like a desert? Save your promises because they are precious Precious stones are worthless  compare to your promises I read it to my lonely heart every morn and dusk Are my words singing ...

  it new dawn and the fog is clear darling Let it be by gone, the quarreling The sky is filled with blues and they are amazing Let our  ship sail and sink not. The path is clear and  the voiture is ready On our way, we will find it unsteady. The voyage is heady and I am steady, Towards our shady ways. Humhp! let's head to the North Our ship will speed on knot The wind in the East is a lot For I'm not ready to lose you to maggot. How'ver I'm not a sailor but I'm a tailor I'm trained to mend heart and produce inhaler When we alighted in the North I will tell it all to our galer.

  The eye of heaven is shutting Children of moon are glad  Waiting to hear the folk tale from blad heads The oak pleased to have everyone under him . The burning ball is fading  Men are walking roughly to get home wanting to know the day fruits They care not about the burning sun. The sacred lamp of fraud is lighted high Marketers are yet to depart They wait to sell  atrocious goods to dusk's buyers wanting to make greatest gain through other's tears. Larcentists are buckling their artillerys Ready to foray purples' house Ready to take men's sweat Larcenous acts is jab into their veins. Night dogs are standing at the grave of the dark street waiting for men's sweat to shower their hot body They are made to satisfied the sex starved men they have forgot that their soul Worth more than gold. The night is nigh loverbirds are free to ruminate on love couple birds seek nooks and crannies  of the dark street The night really unites and destroys. The days phase-out is ...

I went to the high and low of Earth Looking for a Junoesque queen without crown A queen without royal guardsman A queen with royal deportment. A queen of love and not law A queen with logical heart and not visceral A queen with pure heart and not whore's heart A queen with princess look and a slave heart A queen with motherly heart.  I found a queen with limelighted words in Alkebulan Sitting lonely like a desolate widow Her eyebrows are walking to heaven and Earth Her skin is like the Lamb of Israel Oh! Is she a mermaid or harbinger? Her look is gentle like a furnished newbie Her smile is like the rain of August Bringing opulence happiness to my heart's ensconce e Her alluring physique quenched the thirsty in me My heart couldn't escape her magics Than to say, I love you, My Junoesque Lady. 

I found myself been agoraphobic Because I'm an inebriate I hid my shame and reproach in tequila it becomes my soulmate from morn to dusk Dead and buried in it like a chronic admirer. Tequila becomes my god I worship him like a sliver bottle made from ancient era it pleases my soul and hurts my psyche He gave me ogres heart. I was tangled with tequilas destiny I move about with tequila like a constabularys badge All inebriate chant my name in satire Praising the honorable god in my hand. When karma wakes up, my soul becomes wizen like rootless tree my hands carried my shameful head  And console it with woeful god I become phantasm, honored with woeful tequila.

When I was far from the fold, I wandered in the wilderness of fel​o​ny I dined with dogs and fat pigs; THE SON left the ninety-nine and search for me He gave his comfort to dangers. When I was swimming in the mud of sin, I was covered in grave transgressions my tog become a rag; THE SON gave me his white garment And washed the mud off my dirty cloth. When the world is full of evil Men invite devil to the table Unrighteousness filled the earth Even the noise of sin disturbs the heavenly bodies; THE FATHER killed his SON And spared the devil. A famous criminal was I  yet THE FATHER ordered for my freedom And made HIS son a famous criminal; HE turned HIS face away and my punishment was gifted to THE SON. I ate the forbidden fruit and my eyes were opened To evils and goods of the world the glorious cloth was taken off me and I locomote in nakedness; HE made his son naked  And cloth me with righteousness. He watched his son hanged on the tree like a illustrious larcenist ...