Bondage By Samuel Kodie Image Source With the passing of time, We all hold on to a dime, Moving sluggishly in slime, Slow progress is not a crime. The race is not to the swift, Nor to those who lift, But

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Negative Positive By Samuel Kodie A fist of justice rises against sand Sandstorm of memories wrapped on hand Handing over a wave of pain in band Band aid patching the canyon in land Landing on s shore

Death's Cure By Samuel Kodie The long awaited wish come true Sublimation of strength to execute Buckling under invisible load glue The view down disemboweled and cute A journey requires a leap of sure

Fangs of rank By Samuel Kodie Brush fabric against skin Rush; the tingling sensation Hush, the Piper tells snake Gush of fluid colouring Image Source Moment of invincibility freed Movement of puppet restrained

Black Air By Samuel Kodie The tempo rises steadily Steam saturates to solid Air as thick as concrete Desert rain sprouting green The pipe of waste grease Pumping into tubeless rooms To meddle with bonfire

Lost Break By Samuel Kodie My mind is lost in the sea of forgetfulness The polarity of axis turned upside down Reaching up into the depths of bogus creation Youthful exuberance wasted collecting ages The

Publicly Anonymous By Samuel Kodie The fantasy of reality made real The hope of an inevitable beginning The nest of a Koel bird taken over The world of leaders fighting change Praise be to the virtuous

Sea of Snakes By Samuel Kodie In the halls of worship A man lays in wait In pursuit of a jewel glittering His reason, sailed on a ship Using his prayers as bait His prize, a priestess in waiting Image

Behind By Samuel Kodie Yesterday, I was on track Relaxing to the humming sound of sleep With no worries except sustenance Free of obligation and responsibility I was required to be lazy for profit Up to

10 Silver Pieces By Samuel Kodie A long time ago There lived a spotless man Elders threatened by his voice, Opted to seal his choice Offering silver to clay-man Sold out by "family" to go Image

Rain By Samuel Kodie In nursery, I rhymed Riding a horse for beggars For rain to go away Because I wanted to play But when mates became ogre The dwarf I was, slimed Image Source In basic school, I prayed

Too Mundane By Samuel Kodie Ink dances on paper Swaying with a mesmerising force Planting impression forever held A creation of an immortal weld Destruction, the only way to remorse Think to stay the reaper

Fire Service By Samuel Kodie An uncontrollable drive to push one's limit Create exemplary supermen out of thin air Obliterate baracades; pull down walls The fire dancing, lighting up eyes Image Source

One Way Street By Samuel Kodie I walk this path alone devoid of all life My legs wail under the strain yet carry me to I know not where My hand tired of swinging aimlessly but still keep on to unknown

Young and Hungry; Old and dissatisfied By Samuel Kodie The young and hungry inhaling information like a tornado Throwing out mangled pieces as waste not retaining and ounce Born from nothing, the black

Atlas Mountains The sweat pouring down watering acres of fields The crackle from his enormous muscular arms under pressure The weight of the sky, a curse only fit for the general of titans Waves crashing

Govern Location of the protestants unknown Activities of socialists hidden behind veils Colonization of the minds picking fruits Glamour actively exposing its contents Image Source Journalists seek to

Depression The righteous fear that shrivels hearts Bending them and teasing them into darts Aiming for everything but middle of the chart An existence muffled in trade for a powerless deal Image Source

A Thousand Cuts Bonjour, Good day to the permutations of dubious minds ruling the abyss Where friends, family and strangers alike appear to challenge steel Poker enunciates the clay to be molded as flame