The heroes ahead Failures within Mercy privilege Hope around Confidence without Victory inverted Aim achieved Rest re-visited Tears me eyes Strange phenomenon Verses resisted Methodological again Truth

I’ve never missed anybody in my life But my Holy God I’ve missed somebody Never did I know That love was this powerful The firewall was painful Cause of its casual nature Which was probably Borne out of

That was what God said One would think it was an overstatement Until when witnessed I had not been alone for long But it seemed years I have a way out I thought My ways are not your ways Neither my thought

In my enviable folly I do err Showing incompetency in pretence But what of the original truth Declared by he who is perfect Sub-endothelial in my subconscious Is a focal emotional ulcer That contracts

Early communication From the abyss of my heart At dawn today Made a difference Reality has been re-ensured What an outstanding occurrence Hope being regenerated Joy flowed through my eyes As rejoicing

I was born in a day as you also were I had wanted to curse the day I was born But it dawned on me briefly That, that would have been a move of great folly, I’ve been born, oh yes I have been born What

As I usually do I was thinking about you Ruminating of the essence In my life your presence Knowing you has been wonderful And to him i give thanks an earthful For he knew me more than I care Giving “us”

How much more? I believe I do not understand you, zenee What do you mean by the more? Let us relapse And watch out for any defect I’m not happy though ‘Cause I was cut short of my expectation But most

Yee! I have stumbled into the knotted road A road woven to confusion For the frozen souls It is a path without destination. Aah! I love this darkness For it makes the road clearer This darkness envelops

I always long for your visitations when I can hold you in my arms and tell you how much you mean to me The feeling that you’re ignorant of the effects you have on me often creeps into my subconscious where

Waiting for the reply Is really no fun I do reason with you With all my might I agree with you But then, I’m been paid back in my own coin Every now and then I dream I see illusions I hear your voice here

I’m a year older today as I was last year Lord have mercy-I’m getting old Very soon the wrinkles will start appearing Yet nobody shown interest “Mi o baje now” Whenever I go home Mummy sits me down and

How much more? I believe I do not understand you, zenee What do you mean by the more? Let us relapse And watch out for any defect I’m not happy though ‘Cause I was cut short of my expectation But most

We are all typical examples Rejoicing in our polluted temples Always eager to deceive But I wonder what we achieve Who is a hypocrite? He that observes the rite Of outward preponderance Without inner self

As I usually do I was thinking about you Ruminating of the essence In my life your presence Knowing you has been wonderful And to him i give thanks an earthful For he knew me more than I care Giving “us”

I woke up this morning Treading the narrow way And then I needed to check for something In that “Black box” As I opened What did I see?.... The picture of the loved one Oh Gosh!! What a beautiful specie

Why do they need a poem? When they will not reckon with it If I write a poem They say I’ve gone nuts A poem is a poem All you need is an inspiration Kunle is deep with his thought in the loo cause he finds

source Our culture is like a small shrub Striving to get its bearing Admist herbivores in the barren land The environment is not favourable And the animals are hungry But then this two are no threats It

source I solemnly admit the fact That am not entirely intact I have this problem Getting stuck to me like an emblem I don’t want to hurt you Cause in the process I get hurt too It disturb me so much That

source Why should I sign the register? Of what use is the register or my signing to the dead man or to me It shows that you appreciate or rather sympathize with his death How would he be aware that I did