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On the living dead temple Of no man’s land Story of dragons on table Voices of minds sound. Taking drum amplified ‘Aroko’ sent through postals ‘Adire’ now worn unrefin…

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On the living dead temple
Of no man’s land
Story of dragons on table
Voices of minds sound.

Taking drum amplified
‘Aroko’ sent through postals
‘Adire’ now worn unrefined
Under a suit in coasters.


“Aroko” is the historical object for sending messages from a place to another in the Yoruba tribe of Nigeria, Africa.

“Adire” is tie and dye clothings of the Yoruba tribe.

Sudden Summer


Today; this day of our lord
I open the book to see my face.
All i can see is against me: sword
In the very page of the phase.

E’en the day i know
Will say bye ere leaving.
The night will show
Ere paving for morning.

But like death, you gong not
Before taking off with soul.
You came like thief in da nite
And sent the daring mind AWOL.

Mind cannot run for fear
For it, chained, in Samson’s pen.
Now, I can do you compare
To summer’s day of then.

Ye! Of your wooden mind still,
I can weave a new coat.
And of your dubious pill,
I can do new a happy float.

(On the strange way,
Transciency caught up you.
On the lonely lane of relay,
Your sinking mind wallow through)

Goodnight, and wake up, will you?
When the horn no more sing.
And try to match up with due
When the clock no more ting.




You are a silent thunder
Welcomed by a white

You are the mystery
To the tasteless tales
of troy.

You are not a joke
Of flying birds
Under a cup-like river

You are lordish
You are the light
You are a fair fairy.

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Have you not? (My plead)


On my knees, have you not seen me?
I shed my prayer like blood
Of the said slayed saviour

O the taker of preyer!
Have you not seen me
In my decent tattered prayer gown?

I know you eyes me! I know or can’t you?
Let not my hot tears dry
Ere you shave me clean

I am powerless, that, you know
Like a newly born sheep
But I will keep rising after falls

Give me this day my bread!
That of daily and forever’s
My palm is still like plate; waiting

Can you not see? You see me!
I am in fish that is in a fish
In another fish down in another’s intestine

Bring me out, will you not?
Let me deliver your message
To the recipients. Let me!


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Ajike (To a virtuous lady)

For you, the birds sing
For you, the leaves dance
to the vibe of the wind
that blew you into my arm

You are a soul well designed
By the holy sole-man
I can hear your voice
In my sleep, among fairies

You are a voice shined
You are not bad in smile
You shed tears of love
You are a goddess

You are a tender cross
That calls no nail to dig
A worthy tree, you are
That deserves to be forever

Should i translate your name
As i can steal and do you care
Your sobriquet, should i tell
For, to cuddle you, i shall always wake

Show me your pot of honey
And like fly, i shall stay
Give me your arms to admire
And kiss it, I shall do to Paris


Dark night bards


O tyrants of the night
Drillers of the darkened day
Let me lie in peace
Like a baby, in my humble bed

O the singers of darkness
That sing to tired souls
Why hath you not wait
When his anger applauds

You sing of bluuuuuuun
You lyric vaaaaaaaaan
You music to silent nights
To drumless vibes, you sing

I please you,
If my blood is a must
Sip of it, I cannot drink it my-lone
But leave no bruise nor…

Milk me, o lazy pilots
Take from my blood
But, never you, I plead
Sing to me your horrible fjord

For I will dance not

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Forsake me not


Without a face
I stand to love you
Like deep in pace
I can feel you

I am like a wool in the air
Like nylon, I am fair
I am dumb, he says
Let my hope seize the phrase

O heart, let me soar
In the face of the days
That chorus my satire
And dances to my less praise

O lady, let me reign
Far up above the night
That awaits my pain
And play me game of plight

O lady, deny me not before them
Don’t let the cock crow the third
Come, hold me like my stem
And let my succulent off the pod.

Forsake me not,
Like the sun does to moon
And the day to her dear night
Let me rest by you at noon
And be not unclose to your sight




Over the plague
On the corridor of exodus
I see the muse
On trial of fuse
And all for upfront capture

Muse muses to we
The niftiness of the whorl
In the municipal of fingers
On certitude of cathedra
And all for maxilla of truth

Muse musics not
Lack of hap
But like of kismet
For the whopping star
In the immense sky

With grander forth and forth
Muse lasso the moon
All to triumph the
Molecule of uproar
Crypted in oceanbrin

Of blurry pellucid virtue king-doom.