PROMISE WRITES OUTLET

I was full of Mercury, that I forgot life is blind and weary, Full of sweetness and misery, Pains and horror become my auxiliary, like old man, I Walk with three legs. In war of getting rich, sword of dishonesty peg my vital parts like lifeless soil. In search of better future, which school of thought said, "it lies In ancient desert of hatred and death". I stumbled on a written of my grandsires, "Home, land of silence, glory is the sun! material things are dungs and worthless, Land full of white roses Purer minds dwell in the white mansions above" My quest for future seized like a dull child, I looked to the sky, the cloud was dark and bending, Raging with lightning bolt ready to devour earth, I thought end of ages is near. Sand stood like gaint chasing me to a dark cave But I clinged to the plate of aromatic message of my grandsires. I'm fond of the plate where ancient messages Was written, metaphorically, I thought there's  key to the white ...

My spirit is shattered like broken bones, My hands are dead like skeleton in grave, My wisdom is lost in bright darkness, And my soul walks in distress like scheol's slave. Words isolated me like pandemic, Metaphor and simile turned me to amoebic, Paradox and Personification neglected me like epileptic, Yet my heart long to know their systematic... Thoughts battle with my emotions, Days without words turned my face blooming & gloomy, Dew of nescient wet my daily book, And sun of wisdom hides behind the bending cloud. I throw tantrum to my love ones; they knew not that my soul breathe in distress. I fought my brain to bleed beingness words And cut my heart for flow of living words To quench thirst of burning throats. The air around me feels like smoke from pit of hell, Evil is written in my thoughts; villain am I. Mortal food never quench my hunger! But the words that proceed from the fountain of wise men. Like a food to my suffering soul, The words of wise men app...

I was thunderstruck when I replied this question with hot tears flowing down my cheek, I couldn't take it off my head for days and as it is, my unborn generation will learned from it because it can't escaped my memory. I could vividly remember that ten years ago, I was ten years old with bright hope of better twenty years, dreaming of coming out of university with first class degree, working in a conducive enivironment and having my own house and car without involving in illegal act to achieve my dreams.  This very question reminds of my favorite poem in college, "Panic of growing older" by Lenrie Peters, The theme of the poem is a stretch of human life, stating from one's teen years to later .. life. As one ages, one wonders what is in stock for one. Thus, the main idea could be said to be the various stages of one's exist hence, imbued with going into the future with expectation and of the actual old age which may not be as one had thought at the...

What a wonderful world full of poison and stings hiding under the pretense of white cloud, Tears and agony aid digestion of horror. What a wonderful world, God ornate pigs' snouts with golden rings what's use of beauty without wisdom? What a wonderful world! we burn without fire, we are beaten without cane, we till ground without gain what a wonderful world we are. What a wonderful world, Called castle and paradise, Joy never last a day peace never smile on us Love never proved to exist. what a wonderful world? Brothers betrays brothers, Money is thicker than blood which stings hurt like being betrayed by blood? What a wonderful world, Clergymen hide under green grass Of Religion and cause evil to reign Like the sun in the day. They trade their souls for temporary riches. What a wonderful world A Cosmo we called home, Full of glittering poison and stings, Peaceful life dwell beyond the blue And worst dinner dwell underneath. What a wonderful world, God is being partial Giving f...

My first cry on earth Planted tree of death in my garden of Eden It held my neck like golden necklace. it turns to be a burden on me like a snail whose shell follows  about, tree of death walk with me in all sphere of life. When storms and rain descended on it, It shows no pain of losing its leaves, Rather to die in hard grounds, it's growing exceeding greens. Times crawl and walk, the tree grew up with me With the help of my cultivation I watered my death And eliminated the thorns round my death. With pale look, I await the harvest of my death, Like a necropolis, the world round me asleep, I sing dirge to my weary heart, Yet, I never cheated my darling tobacco  whose smoke speaks of the goodness in it. Hope of death is hanged on me! Light of death hovers about me! Stings and terror of death means Nothing to me because I grew with death.         

I heard there's God, That created the good and the odd, Rules the affairs of all men but not with gun, He created us with purity but we are stained by fraud. History tells that he speaks on mountains, But why haven't I heard him on peak of Mt everest, Or my hear are too blocked to hear sounds of raging thunderstorms. If there's God, Why do devil caged us in clog? Why do we have to move through the thorns to bring the good greens? Why did he hide his face from his images? Why are our brothers born crippled and poor? Why did the visitor jumped on good men like frog? Why do the privileged men werck the weak? Sabbath days sold our rest and joined workweek. At the of our journey on earth, I wish our heart bursted to unveil our hidden thoughts, I wish our un-sharable pains not be like childbirth... ...And in the end, God gives us unending happiness.

Life is a mystery Full of luxury and misery Death mixed with sweetness Grave covered daily happiness. I'm caged in dark prison I'm not devil to be imprison I'm fed with rancid wine and poison Left to die like evaporation. Dangers of death round me; Horrors of grave sing to me, And fire of fear rose up like fragrance, Rejections and betrayals filed me a grievance. I took my hard breads in pains, Plant my plantations in plain and vain ground; nothing to gain. Flood and storms replaced the rain meant to ease my pains and sorrows. Depression glitters like golden crowns Poverty choked me like thorns Exempted men mocked me like clowns Loved ones took me for a vulgar clown. I stood at the entrance of my tunnel No light at the end; no inspirational No hand to slap my back; no hopes of fluxional, All eyes watched me with baneful sight like a criminal. At end of my thought, I said to my depressed heart,  "...If I can't smile in darkness,  let my tears write with ...

Wildlife is awful and full of risks, Survivals live by the wisdom of tricks. Encountering fearsome problems, Which can't be solved with difficulties. My life in town has been through a lot I had to sacrifice my time and might To change the soup in my family's pot, I wear rags around but I'm not benight. I have consulted the wise men in the east, To make swift riches and live a life full of feast, But he took my fat dog, roasted it and devoured — It like a hungry hyena; my eagerness to earn ceased. I decided to act like fox, That I may hide my tricks in box; Unravel when storms of poverty arise Like the sea waves. Am I truly a slyboots? I wear my boot Like fox to hide from green serpent That wear white garment like angelic saint. At end of wildlife's voyage, May I sail to seashore full of illuminating diamonds, May I wipe the tears in eyes of those who are choked by torns And my wildlife experience forever be an adage.