Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems

i know you have no trace of bloodiness in you
and i like that way too
we cant be both bloody
or our children will be in trouble

back and better
Any blood drinker?
Or mucor sucker?

Miss all of you

c base
I haven't seen any of thou
Can thou unfold thy self
With a bloody rhyme to show
Just want to have a feel of you
Whether a friend of a foe

@ princesa
Where art thou
Not yet through with your exams?
Till we meet again

wish no more epi
cos am back to chew them hard
those who wanna get a taste of my blood

all of yall in my hood
wishing me back
am back with a bang
more blood of your senses
dont miss it for anything whatever its essence

i couldnt help another

City of mad Women

The town located at the hill
A town filled with gory mystery
With tales trailing its existence to bad roots
And its neigbours scared of the plague that forever rules

No sane being walks the street
Its inhabitants is plagued by the beast
And there forever you would see
Lunatics, senile deranged walking beings

City of mad women
Blood sucking piercing venom
Dancing to tunes no normal ear would hear
They are known for the night crying of owl
And the morning death of young soul

Wish I now to unravel this mystery
Dare i? To exchange in chain, a free me?
Let them live their ways and breathe
Nemesis catches them up, if it’s pleased
Am just omniscient noting
Till when it ends, I know nothing

dont try to be myopic with me
its called poem not rap
you should be able  to differentiate it reasonably
i consider it an insult if u refer to it as rap 

and i dont see what this has got to do with my posts on MUsic and radio

The Gathering
The holy day comes
And the gregarious sanctuary beckons
Ragged men in their Sunday’s best
Anxious mothers with children suckling their breast
They come in droves
They push and shove
through the streets where rabid dogs walk half mad men
the sky is dark, so are the days
they all assemble into
the edifice with marble floors
which
Welcome the homeless bound with forlorn hopes
Screaming voices blare into silent skies
Obese  prophets ,fatter wives
Spew  words from the ancient text
To the wretched and perplexed.
To  steal from these poor and rejects

Hope it all forms
Hopeless hope,
disillusioned hope,
Starry eyed hope,
naïve hope,
vainglorious hope
psychotic hope
Yet it is thread that holds the rock.
woman  with the lost eye
and the thousand yare stare
Locked in the circle of post traumatic stress ,

Clings for answers in empty songs
Beautiful hair disheveled
clangs the cymbals  screaming” chase down the devil”
Old lady bent with sorrow and pain
Is fifty and looks eighty
She still sees her sons all, long gone in wasted death.
She clutches the ragged book as a sorrows passes through her like a wave.
Praying that the messiah will save
Every man  here a story of despair,
Every one  forgets his sadness here,
Yet knowing that  like patient ghosts, the sorrows will still appear
A gathering of delusion
A gathering of misery
The only constant thing here is  heavenly  silence.
And the pastors tithe,
The same answers,
and
The temporary euphoria
The harmattan comes and goes
The rain comes and goes,
The gathering remain
Waiting  in a limbo,
Waiting for nothing

Insomania
Watching movies till three like a manic
Sleep, beautiful sleep
Come and carry me into your waters so deep
Herbs and priton
Valium and soft songs
In vain try to seduce
A gift I  could once refuse
I feel the first sign
And prepare with a soft sigh
But alas it isn’t
And no it wouldn’t
Touch my fevered brow
Insomania destined to drive me into a raging maniac