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POETRY RUNS THE UNIVERSE

Saturday 7 November 2015

FINALLY...


Desperate, the only word that could define her
on her face she had no makeup,  but those disgusting bruises
with each bruise competing to give its story.
the one on the left cheek, shouted than that on her right hip
the one on the forehead would sure make the headlines
telling the story of her and her cruel life.

Her friend envied her, she was a friend to the teacher
she gave him her consent, coz she thought he was richer
after all was done, he turned out to be a cheater
coz experience proved to her, ''am better than your teacher.''

Her belly started protruding, nine months later she was a mother
her father disowned her, he could not live with two mothers
she was sad but happy to be free
ready to carry the title, THE FREE PRISONER.

Day one was bad,but day three and four, became worse
she had a kid to look after but in her mind she knew
she was not a qualified nurse...
''i wish i knew, i wish i knew'' that was the chorus
of her new song coz life to her was too tragic
making her broke to afford some hope.

Of all people, death knocked at her door post
and as we are talking now her child is gone
she has nothing left, but options in her head;
make an early exit from her cursed world
or become a lady of the night.

She wishes she choose the first option
because the second has make her a walking corpse
she encounter with those beasts clad in man's skin is disheartening
the last one tried to break her heart, not knowing already it was in pieces.

This is her fifth abortion that came with a secret
 that only her and her doctor knows; she is positive...
she can cry no more, her tear glands are dry
this explains why her favorite movie is, 'A THOUSAND WAYS TO DIE'.

She jumps in-front of a speeding vehicle and waits for the worst
she opens her eyes to find herself on the floor
with her mother telling her she was late for school
and FINALLY she realizes it was just a dream.




Friday 6 November 2015

AM THE HIGH-PRIEST OF POETRY

Studies indicate am the best poet
i don't keep dogs or cats poetry is my pet
you cant beat me on ballads and sonnets that i can bet
 coz during my walks i have seen none to beat me yet.

When am writing a poem i feel like i have fought the devil and won
thats why in this art am the chosen one
if poetry is a family am the head of the clan
and coz poetry is my world there i run.

I don't
need a crown in poetry to prove am king
because even if you are stubborn am sure when reading this you are keen
mine are simple poems but they pierce like a pin
they pierce so deep making failing to read them a sin

Monday 2 November 2015

PERFECTION




She is too original, like a product from my mind
she is too sexy, she is a crone to beauty
she is too perfect, like a shadow to beauty
she is the point of view, other ladies are opinions.

She is number on to six, her next is number seven 
models look up to her, she is an SI unit
she is cool than a breeze, beauty is what she sneezes
she has no blemish, she is perfect just like an imagination.

Her tears are expensive, they form the holy water
her saliva is sweet, like Coca-cola it gives me billion reasons to believe in her
her kiss is ... i have no definition
she is a cool feeling, sweeter than sex.