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The Trance
From the mirror of vanity
I saw wealth breathing demon
Like a messenger from hell
Hardening minds of mortal men.
I looked through the vain in sex
Self and will in a cage
Saying yes to carnal lure
And from man, pumps of life
Into holes made for good.
I looked through the throne of kings
I saw woods and crowns of thorns
Passing wheels of vain and pride
Only the gods ordain the king
And no mortal knows his time.
In the land of politics
I saw lies and huge deceit
Cunning verbal crafts of empty mortals.
In the religion of men,
There is a search so deep in man
And his only son could fill the vac
Also multitudes of men
Walking down the lane to Hades
And in gods make their boasts.
On the road to honour
Ii saw humility and sobriety
On the way too fall
Only shouted hearts can tred.
On the path to heaven
There I saw a man
In robes of white
And all that follow are secured
On the way to hell,
A loud large crowd singing, dancing,
rejoicing
In societal norm
Christian, Islam, Buddhist, Traditionalist,
Shintoist, Maoist,
Carrying books of religion,
Rejoicing in error.
I stood on the path of hell
In hours of thoughtfulness
Then I conclude
That the Bible cannot save
And so are books with inks
The church is a game for good talkers
The mosque, the house where dirt is hidden
The road to life is narrow
The path of hell is wide
So it is.
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Your Days And His
Your day is 24 hours
Your week is 7 days
Your month is 30 days
If it fluctuates 31 days
Your year is 365 days
If it fluctuates 366 days
It is your day
His day is one
It will last in eternity
Of pain or joy.
No Man Saw God
From the seven empty seas of earth
To the highest mount and hill on land
In evil, good and science seat
In grave of men and darkest night
In man’s abode and kingdom great
And skies too high for men in flesh
Crossing the boarder of human thoughts
Into the realms of spirit wings
In thousand endless roaming seas,
No mortal saw God in flesh.
Colours
Not the dictates of a gang of scientists
Imposed on all mind as
Blue
White
Black and Red
What is colour?
It is what your mind makes
Of a thing in its beauty
Your white is my roo
And black my net
All the pictures bright and best
Are but pictures
From the mind.
Let no mind more or less
Name a mind among the rest
From the garden to the Indy
All that colours
Comes from within.
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Yet we are not saved
They live in the big cities
Pray louder than Pharisees
In the comfort of tithes and offerings.
No pain, No loneliness, No tears
Their bibles like a train
Reach the entrance of the gate.
Programme here and there,
Only in the big cities.
These know no persecution
These know no pain.
In cool comfort,
In the big cities.
They make vain tithes
Like a soldier without war
Reverend, Pastor, Dr., Deacon, Elder,
Coordinator
Yet sinners die daily
Before their eyes.
They see beggars lying on streets
But pass them without pity.
They see madmen
Roaming in rags
Yet their powers, unlike their master’s
That they go.
For them preaching is for
Bankers, Elders, Moneybags.
They feed the famous
No more gospel of the poor.
The rich man in the church is happy
He gave them the land and money
To rid his conscience of his ills
The thief gives the highest tithes
The pastor never winks an eye.
With the wars of nations
They are never in those lands
For safety or relief.
They are satisfied to build
Universities for their lord
Where the fees are no match
With the federal structure always worse.
In their gatherings, many crowd
Waiting long for magical miracles.
Then most of these in holy garbs
Seek succour from dark kingdoms
Like the many whom are known
And the others that they know.
We wait too long
For the missionaries
‘The harvest is past’
‘The summer is ended’
‘And yet we are not saved.
Infant of Lust and Lure
He was never there
When you both
In lust and lure driven
To whore
You never did once
Consult an infant
When you to the God offend
Or some that make it legal
By the church bells and hymns
He was not at those meetings
In the dark
When you two conspired
Against nature to will
Or maybe nature himself
Woo you to the lust
To make a fool of you
Being himself in need of a child
Who should do better too earth
Does an infant to this hell
Succumb to the earth by whores?
When in willing wheels to bed
Or by forceful rape in tears
That daily men enroute doom
At the juicy temporal pleasure
Near their end of pain smiling
Yet as always will I ask
Do you consult an infant?
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The Missing Continent
In their minds of exalted kingdoms
They pride in science and great discoveries.
Wearing the mask of knowledge
Restricted to the shores of their colours.
For this vain
Swallowed in dust
They killed, maimed and harmed the innocent
Of our race
Through imposed ‘colonialism’.
With guns of their wicked inventions
And books of their imposed morality.
Brutality spreads like carpet
From the queen’s empire
To the kindest kingdoms
Of our ancestors.
We gave them land
They took the more.
They broke our laws and burnt our gods
Saying ours are no gods but idols.
Those who worship God with the gun
Imposed missionrape on our shore
Fought wars of colours
With the slaves in bondage.
ALONE
Alone in the world of writs
I stood alone
To mockery because my shoes are worn,
My suit torn.
Alone,
Because I refused to invest my time
In vanity of men’s wealth
The relentless treadmill of materialism
The infinity of human thoughts are vital to
me
While friends and colleagues
Constant in the mad rush for avarice
Alone,
When I speak against societal ills
Paid writers mock at me
And call me ‘fool’!
My mind preaches constant message of
irrelevance
Because I will die a writer.
No money,
No friends,
No foe.
Alone,
When intelligent comrades backslide
into a reverse and praising of societal
tyranny.
Alone,
When vanity of fame and temporal gain
Reduce men of honour
To a loose dissolved state of lies.
Alone,
When the courage for truth
Falls to a beggarly withdrawal for fear
Alone,
When mass comrades reduce intelligence
To cheap Trade by Bata.
Alone,
When moneybags employ friends
In the service of sly.
Alone,
When kings and kingdom
Turn greater minds to lesser scribe.
Alone,
When hunger, pain, loneliness
Stare in the face
For uncommon stance.
Alone,
Let lies increase
Vanity multiply
Comrades compromise
Hunger kill
Clothes burnt
Impoverished me be
With no friends
No follower
And in the grave
Just like I came,
Alone, Alone.
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Mog
No!, speak not!
No! let me
‘Touch not my anointed’!
How do we know your anointed?
Them that are overseers?
In big churches or small huts
Proselytes of the Christian faith
Critics of Idolatry.
Verbal orators of anti moral viles,
Whose public life
Negate the Jesus we know.
‘Touch not my anointed’!
How?
Like Stephen was stoned?
Or Paul beaten?
Or like John on the isle of patmos?
Like Peter in chains of men’s prison
Or Silas and Paul in bars?
‘Touch not my anointed’!
when they obey the gods of this world
serving mammon in tithes and offerings
building mansion like never their Jesus.
Traveling daily not like missionaries.
‘Touch not my anointed’!
in daily meetings with politicians
unlike Elijah to the Ahabs
“It is you that troubles Israel”
and praying in vain (publicly)
and in the secret paid too support evil.
‘Touch not my anointed’!
who prophesy falsely
in inaugural sessions of presidents
in their usual suits of hunger.
Who do not turn meetings to crusades
To win souls to their master (Jesus)
Who ferry ride from New York to New Delhi
Without a saved soul.
‘Touch not my anointed’!
who build universities for earthly knowledge
with the tithes of men to God
leaving the poor in the dream of
emancipation.
‘Touch not my anointed’!
who advertise their names
on posters and billboards
for the usual routines of powerless
gathering
No! I will not touch thine prophet
“For by their fruits
we shall know them”.
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We are Blood Brodas
Tyrants alike
Murderers in honour
Sexing public appraisal
“Thank you Mr. President”
For letting a brother hide
With the coward country fellow.
Who would not glare his gun
Obasan the judge
Taking decision at will
To an eminent fall so real.
From Monrovia to Abuja
Playing pun with parting words
Come and stay in my empire
I have paid the gunmen
To resist everyone who opposed.
Come and see my kingdom
Murderer!
Where ii quell the war with bullets
Falling cowards at my will
I will take good care of you
Give you the thanks of protection
From the U.N to courts and threats
We are lawbreakers alike.
All these nations though so great
Cannot hide a ‘you’ the murderer.
South Africa Mbeki
Ghana John Kofour
Mozambique Mousilini
They will not dare U.N
I am strong and connected
Powerful than power
Come to Calabar and hide
And from there I take you round
Till you become Nigerian.
Marry, absorbed like Yormie Johnson
Come killer come
Doe is dead
Come and enjoy
The bliss of all your crime
In my country of crime.
There is no home in Kenya
Senegal is no part to the ploy.
We make crime and hide wanted criminals
Fear not come
Bush is a friend come
Fear no Blair come
Come Taylor
Hide in a country of crime
Where international court of justice
Is no reach.
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Evil Streets
The streets are busy
Unlike those days of yore
The girls are roaming in pants
Unlike our mothers married.
The churches are full today
But all sinners lie alike
And the clergy used to it.
The club sing church song
The church sing and dance disco
Satan holding bibles
Clergy men carrying voodoo
The ladies tear their skirts
The women lure with their eyes
The pant is always white
Covering hell in the lap
Many a man falling deep
And the clergy love it so
The schools have become hotels
The hotels are homes of widows
The king no longer sees
All the ills in the land.
Men are driven to robbery
When they wait in vain for good
All prefer to live in streets
Coming home is a sin
Today is different from that past
Today money is a god
And men serve it with their flesh
Today moral men are silenced
Today evil men are increased
We saw yesterday
Our today is bad
We are afraid of tomorrow.
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IGE
Don’t gooo!
He said to him being in prison
To my home let me go
These two times let my plea
Don’t go! With a plea
Let me! I cannot stay
Beyond March 31
Let me too my home
There is work to be done
Don’t go! With a threat
The mercenaries are ready
The men are paid
If he leaves, what impression will my
tribesmen have?
What impressions have they of us Yoruba?
Don’t go Mr. Sage
Let me go! Let me go!!
I will speak no further
Let them help me remove his cap
To convince him
Don’t go!
With the gun finally,
Sage exits with bullet holes
To the grave
Don’t go!
Don’t go we remember
But who killed the Sage?
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Church Sin
Let us go
To where?
The church.
The church?
Of bell, hymns and dance.
Of the pastors’ fears and lies
Of the sunday sunday sinnoquine.
God and evil zonked in one
Big big buildings with cross
My next neighbour that you know
Is a church man with a rank
Yet in sin he is lord
And daily shame Jesus our lord
I am so in sin like him
And no better than the worse
But if ii must to church
Then too sin ii bid farewell
For what use is the church
If the service makes me sin
And at last I go to hell
I will not to your church
Where it’s right to live in sin
And daily sinners plea
For the sins they’ll yet commit
If I leave the church with sin
Then the church is not a church
And the clergy has lost a soul.
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Hitler, if
If I grow up to be so great
I will fear no common man
I will try hard to buy long life
With the riches in my barn
I will seek to visit God
Even when the place is far
I will not walk on common street
Gold will always be the tiles
I will not sleep at night
To face darkness in the square
Ii will kill all the kings
To declare my kingdom
And stop rain from heaven
With a tap to the gods
Ii will deplete the sun
And burn men out from earth
I will war with the nations of the earth
And cause all men to bow to me
If I were so great
I will capture mortal men
Men’s kingdom, tyrant like
Me then to sit on the throne
To say Aha! Aha!!
Where is God?
But I am a man
Mortal man the only
Greatness I have is in my if
And this if die soon.
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Asylum For Mr. President
So may he also go
And the people shall say amen
Our honourable thief
And the people shall say amen.
Who stole power by fraud
And junketed to far off chimes
And the people shall say amen
We remember his own today
And the people shall say amen
Cynic criminals in power
And the people shall say amen
“Shoot them at sight”
And the people shall say amen
Increase their pain by the fuel hikes
And the people shall say amen
No salaries for teachers
And the people shall say amen
Thousand graduates in the streets
And the people shall say amen
ASUU strikes is a norm
And the people shall say amen
For the bad road in town
And the people shall say amen
And the hospitals ill-equipped
And the people shall say amen
If Abacha is a thief
And the people shall say amen
So is all that sat with him
And the people shall say amen
May our Mr. President
Go to jail
For being rude to journalists
And the people shall say amen
When his tenure shall elapse
May they all rest in jail
And the people shall say amen.
Ogun
A sacred arm?
Powers of all powers
Tell
Does Ogun have a sacred arm?
That run men in horror
Tear them apart with fear
I have seen his powers
Breaking walls
Taking revenge
And leaving tears of pain
Does Ogun thunder in vain?
And roar like a crippled lion?
Ogun
the god of iron
The ancient avenger
Of the black powers of hell.
Breaking doors without keys
Cracking walls with no arms
Taking vengeance from all hides and holes
Piercing men like the surgeon.
Ogun for war!
Ogun for war!
Fire, thunder, and vengeance.
Ogun for war!
Does ogun have a sacred arm?
Tell.
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Taylor's Warrant
With one thousand armed men
And ten thousand ‘sss’ agents
Abacha died.
With the ‘yessa!’ of a coupist
From his own tribe
Unsuspected jailbird
Turned number one
While Abiola died
No remorse as he jumped
On the throne to rule
In this very house of horror
A vibrant voice amongst women
Loving his lord amore
To defend a mandate
While others wait on his wealth
Kudirat was murdered.
Heartless militocriminals
Demanded life from an old sage
Pa-Alfred Rewane,
As if it was not enough
Dele doing his duties
At Newswatch Paper house
Was killed like meat.
A scribe just like me
Fighting all the ills on earth
With the weapon they feared
Hung to death without his will
Ken Saro Wiwa
Your blood, the bitter spills.
Even Ige one of them
After fighting hard for truth.
Turned to dine in their lots
Till they removed his hat
And at last thrust his heart
Through his head.
If this men that can kill
Invite Taylor with his crime
Let the warrior know
That his life here
Is not as safe as unsaved
We all have been.
A Walk Away
From the Horizon of Igbola
To the Aquatic Dome of men of Igbokoda
Let it be said,
Ipare
shall no longer be.
Abaala
hmm!
Sing the song in Araromi
Chant it loud in Zion pepe
A son is lost
A man is born, no more
To these origin of woes
Demonstrated by my father
There is another named Mahem
Lest I forget Atijere
Come away
Come away
No more for my memory
Meet their “Ajelala”, on one hand
In “Iladura” as they say.
Bye bye to their “Ajen”
Though they follow me
And their curses of wickedness.
I shall not eat “folo” or “orugbo”
Made from bitterness.
Do not ask me Bare ke?
For he is dead.
Ayabare ke?
That brought mutiny in a home of joy.
Splitting the father from the child
Breaking the love of my first with earth.
To these memories
“Nola Me Tangere”.
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Ebe
I saw Olokin on his heels
Under the mighty waters beneath
I laugh.
Olokun
that held men and women
In the fortified bondage
In a surrendering plea
To another greater in strength.
I saw Esu in his colours so dim
Like a god in regret
In a stampede of gods.
His was the fastest race
And most of men,
With him in escape,
From the fire that must burn.
I saw Emere in like manner
So confused needing help.
And Aje in that company
No more blood for the camp.
Come and see the end of wickedness
Captors in a race like captives
He that gbabs has been gbabbed
And the spoiler has been spirited.
I saw Oso in tremor
Legions in trepidation
In a fleet made for spirits.
Then the men so deceived
Are ashamed of this choice.
When the spirit flee
Men are but doomed.
For the master cometh
To reward evil.
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Poem of the Rat
Chickenhearted braggart
Restless warlords of weaklings
Were he Hitler,
Would not have been caught
In the hole
‘Like a rat’ shaming all his followers
Why the rage? Chicken heart.
A mover of war
Now a prisoner deprived.
Shave carefully the dirty beards
Of religious dignity
And let all see the foolishness
Of fanatical fantasia.
Let him preside
Over fanatics in prison
Speak out valiant
Where are all the strategies of war?
All the broils of your pride
Caught among scattered armies
In the bin meant for rats
Shame!
His battle is over
Disciples fled,
No fool will risk his life
For a rat
In the hole.
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Open the Bars
Come forth!
From that square lifeless wood
I conjure you
From the breast of your capture cease.
Dare nature’s will and power
To hold you still
Fight from within you
And break those shackles
Of audacious cruelty.
Loose yourself from the bond
Of death’s hostility
Can you hear me?
He that was pronounced dead
Living on our minds like a dream
Stop our grief and shame
The veils of darkness.
Come forth!
From the grave.
The earth’s empty by your leave.
Rage! Howl!! And Awake!!!
Empty the grave at this command
Break the doors! Loose the grips!
Come forth!
If there are ears in the dark,
Then out as we wait.
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Vegetable Animal
These,
Who preside over changeless empire
Lording multitudes from ills
And societal ribs
Sending just men to pillars of darkness and
gallows.
These,
Whose ideals are barren
In eternal times
Covet power by pranks
Profane old jesters inn power
Ungracious prisoners and culprits.
These,
Blind guides ruling our maps
Traitors in clergy apparels
Reputable blind monumental apes
Farmers stealing unripe crops.
These,
Kangaroo lunatic without natural education
Robbers from the womb of prostitutes
That bore them.
Woodcock zany with no reputation
Presidents of primitive knowledge
Governors of gee whiz archaic portfolio
Mayors of mega melancholia
Senators of shapeless shambles
These,
That will not change.
These.
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Trinestary
Out of this mind in my trance
Three men from earth are in bond.
The one thrown to all as mad
The other from all heart a lover
The third speaks of them in this piece
And in many imaginations
Called a poet.
My fellow the first escapes
From his mind by mystical causes
Ruminating with the spirits
That employ his shame to their praise
He cuts himself at their will
Eats from their kitchen in the bin
His head of mysteries filled
His understanding profits nothing
To all mortals who will die
He carries with him legions
Hidden within for all drama.
This fellow man lover
To all foolish things a slave
Controls by earth various fantasies
In his short dreams of passing times
For him the earth is a circle
And must sleep around the walls
To his wake
Driven by sober shows in words
From oath to oath
All the lovers of this earth
Have to foolish times surrendered.
And for him that is last
Shuttling around the secrets of gods
With frenzied eyes rolling
In captivity of numberless imagination
Gathering stones and carving the earth.
From the passage into all mysteries
Transform shapelessness and naming objects
Of thousand years nothing.
Unlike a lunatic speaks to men
And like lovers to one object
He is a fool.
His pen.
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When this famine is over
We shall sing
for joy
We shall eat and drink
And be fat
again.
Our bones
covered with skins
From the
delight of the harvest
When this
famine is over
We shall have our homes
With wife’s and
children innumerable
Young men shall
men be
And spinsters
mother’s joy
For the harvest
shall be many
And the eater
shall be weary
When the famine
is over
Our labors
shall be little
For the
servants joy in service
We shall eat in
season
And drink the
milk always fresh
Will these
famines be over?
And plenteous
gathering our lots,
With the
farmers Ancient rag
And His
children far in school
Long still, the
famine still
When in schools
No farmers brewed.
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Thank God she left
It was not real, I confess
I know she is
not mine
But How could I
tell her so?
She was always
an option`
I paid for all
fun
And lied she
was my rib
Heaven knows I
lied
I dug my grave
in her lap
And fell so
deep than normal
To the point,
she stocked
And refuse to
let go
I made myself
unavailable
Made her weary,
by waiting
Sought her
halting in her weakness
Till I caught
her with my rival,
In my heart I
was happy
Yet I feign to
fake a tear
I wiped the
tears with a towel,
That my heart
has been broken
Heaven knows I
lied.
By the fault I
sought in her
Made her cries
her tears of regret
And pretend to
feel the pain
But the truth
you now know
Thank God Dammy
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Back to Africa
These men’s
culture is but crime
Gun men freely
causing fear
These men’s
color makes them proud.
Than the
science of my skills
I will be home
soon,
If they do our
race a harm
By the words or
by their creed
For what’s
pleasure in the snow
That these ego
do me harm
There, in
Africa,
The sum is our
strength,
Our Ancestors
never die
We fear no ills
We honor all
men, and
Regard the
life, for we know
The worth
We do not kill,
though people die
I am going
home.
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Flesh
This axe,
piercing men
To this bondage
you are doomed
A bottomless
pit,
A bank in hell,
The fire of
hell burns the candle low,
Faster than all
fires.
Leaving you
wrinkled and waste
‘a burden ‘says
a preacher’
Only the
carrier knows,
You lust, you
burn, you die.
The fastest
death, the pleasure
Fades,
The flesh is
not always visible,
And when it is,
this is worst
They called it
fun, Ah but you die
Some say joy,
you die quick
I was a slave,
may be again
When I am
careless,
Of all the
thing I fear
I fear my
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A Hero
Today
Today to his credit
All honor
valiantly
He puffed and
stout in strength
Who will tell
him?
The way up is
down,
To be always
up, be down still
Hero, Hero the
sycophant cry
To change His
name from ordinary
And place him
in the sit of God
He is up today
by divine
Casting
divinity behind,
Reducing to
mere divination
No one will
take his place.
Now the memory
fades
And his quest
congealed in time
Yet his heart
is stout,
His words are
proud.
His shook
himself like ancient Sam,
But the lock
has lost its charms
He did all,
entice men to his past
But ‘ichabod’
the glory is gone
The drum is
empty,
The noise is
loud.
A hero today
A victim
tomorrow
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I am angry at death
Why must we die?
Our lives vain and labour lost
Like flower fades
We wrinkle in pain
In search for earthly good
Yet so brief we spend.
How sad our tragedy
That someday we be gone
We live in pain and fear to die
Morn noon might and extra
We labour, yea, we labour
And in death with no gain
In that silent wooden room
Housed in wood, locked in soil
If I know not the king,
I would ask,
Why must we die
Though I ask, yet I know
Death is but a door
I choose to go through
To rest from this my labour
There I will never ask
Why must I die.
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Oh Fool
There he goes again
“Like an ox to the slaughter”
vain man falling deep
to the dungeon of a wound
all his strength cost him naught
in his heart, a deep remorse
but his feet’s carried him
to this death never late.
Oh fool,
He, now naked with a stranger
Ordained by Satan her master
She wink and blink at his waist
That his flesh dance to hell
Dancing still, breathing fast
Come and see the strength of man
Pumping purity into wounds
When he is done, his strength is gone
But the receiver is fat. Ready for more
Oh fool,
With a wink, Alive come his flesh
Loosing all heaven for that moment
If you have never been caught
By this hunting demon, in skirt
You are ordained by the king
To do Great,
Yea to do great.
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I Will Punish Death
Don’t ask me how,
I will punish death,
She took my childhood friends
I will,
She stole the joys I
Once enjoyed
In the company of my brother.
She took my father,
and threaten my flesh with ails
She will not have of me.
She will have no wife to kill
Because I will not marry
And no children from me
I will keep my children
She may come for me,
But no children to loose
No wife to miss
In this I will punish death
I will punish death and will
Not fear,
Look straight into her eyes
Bending no knees
For death is darkness
And all dark deeds are
Done by cowards.
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How I Like to Die
On the Lord’s day in his presence
When am alone, all alone
Listening as usual, in his glory
On my knees in prayer
Where my cares I share,
With the Lord my Maker
Lord, I like to die.
From these vanities, boils and toils
From this flesh that roars loud
In crucifix to the cross
Dying daily to this world
When I die, to this world
There his glory I will see
In no flesh and vain to live
Death is good for my flesh
For this, my spirit long abhors
If this flesh refuse to die,
Then my lord I shall not see
And my soul, shall mourn in hell
This shall be my price for sin
For the flesh shall pay me pain
Let me die, let me die
On my knees let me die
As I walk this path alone
This is how I like to die
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I will not,
When in pain
cry
If it comes, it
comes
What I can’t
revert
Cries is all
but waste
When I die
regret,
For the rain I
missed
If the death be
now,
Bye to all my
cares
Coward? No not
me
In this
darkness blind
Let this fear
remove
The veil, that
makes it hide
It is good even
now,
That you say no
to me,
By this you
prevent,
My strength
from a waste
And your people
ignorant still
I will not bow
or bend
To a king like
me,
For the kings
knows themselves
But the
ignorant is a fool
He will never
know,
I will not bow
to the kings gift , but to the king , I will .
Keep it noble
king, I have a kingdom in me.
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These American,
Are too proud
to live in earth
Too strong to
fight with men
Too friendly to
know the Truth
Too quiet to
hear a fool
Too impatient
to see the Art
Too quick to
Judge a man
Too greedy for
all the best
Too daring even
in fears
These Americans
Are too lazy to
work with strength
Too crazy for
their flag
Too invalid in
conclusions
Too modern for
their Jesus
Too gullible to all lies
These Americans
are
Too whizzing,
Too tinkling,
Too rumbling,
Too buzzing
,
Too zooming.
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You are Bound
There is
bondage in this life,
a limitation
of life
This is
nature’s power over man,
He is not a
prisoner that is in prison,
Known to all
and caged by man
But a prisoner
whose cage is invisible
Bound to a
master he never sees
A prison where
there is no water
Doing things
you abhor
The chain is
invisible,
The master
invisible too
But seen in the
Art
The Animal man
in chain
Snared by the
fowler
Chained by the
Hunter
In this, there
is no king,
No prestige,
No reputation,
No slave, no
servant
Every mortals
fall alike
From Europe to Asia
From America to
Australia
and the “Dark”
content
So called
You are bound,
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