The Spirit Of Victor Moses


Do you remember the story of a boy who left his house to play football
Thinking that brotherhood in his country is all for one, one for all
Not knowing that his countrymen's wish for a rising star is for such to fall
And like Joseph's brothers in the Bible, they planned before him a deadfall

I can imagine him getting home and seeing everywhere scattered
Empty cartridges littering the yard and bullet's holes making the walls tattered
Blood stain everywhere indicating someone had been brutally battered
And then the shock: The corpses of his parents, making his dreams shattered

Like the story of the spirit of an orphan wandering in the wonderland
At a tender age of 11, he was sentenced to an exile in a faraway land
He left the wickedness of the people of his fatherland
For the unknown and uncertainty that awaited him in England

Eleven years later, the murderers of his parents sought him for a national assignment
A sort of rescue mission that they would need him to take up without any sentiment
Though for their sins against him they doubted if there could be an atonement
Yet they hoped to explore his patriotism and level of commitment

Though his parents were murdered in cold blood and sent to heaven
Though his fellow countrymen refused to create for him when it mattered most a safe haven
Yet he chose to answer the national call instead of making even
In a display of true patriotism, i hear his spirit say Nigeria your sins are forgiven
-AMBERACIOUS POEMS


http://amberacious./2013/02/11/the-spirit-of-victor-moses/

~vicky~:
owwwwww!
@ amberacious that was deep!
so nice

Thanks Vicky!!!

Written by a friend.

BROAD STREET TO IYANA; MOMENTARY TALE OF LIFE

This moveable house
shall thou be a comfort?

I sit with hangover
of yesterdays pain
today you offer again
unfriendly air
making the market noise
a usual company

Is there a better food
for the eyes than
the drama you present
each dusk?

Struggles of skirts and trousers
as they race to get into another
days slavery

Siren in this heavy
traffic
lo and behold
the men in black

Look ahead a little
you don hit my car
the man with tribal marks will
speak in queens

Oshodi is a name I recall
and a place I grace with passage

Mongoro Cement
don't even check your watch

Gala and viju
bless this supper for Christ's sake

Arrive home
sober and without words
the mind is lost in thoughts
another wrestling there is
as the dawn breaks on the morrow

This tale of life
sure is but a moment

1-08-2012(8:20pm)

I wrote this when they opened Ozone Cinemas in Yaba.

Something about the galleria

Learnt it has finally come to town
Now, someone is thinking . . .
It took them this long to perform abi?
Glad i don't have to cross a mass of water just to see a movie
I could easily get a pirated copy (courtesy of the Alaba stars) and watch in my cosy apartment
But i prefer the cinemas where everything is dark while the screen gives the light
Screams, terror and awe especially if it's a horror
Laughter and giggles if it's romance or comedy

I will rather watch a horror movie at the mall than in the comfort of my home.
So scary, just like SCREAM
Did i hear u say HUSH
I love thrillers too
I can't forget the thrill of the RETURN OF SUPERMAN or 16th BLOCK
ICE AGE was fun with the kids. They kept talking about it on and on.

It's been a while sha. I can give anything to get the thrill again
Thank God it's now around the corner.

I have put this off for too long jorh...

Wow!!! Ambera, that was huge! Is that a true story?

Mynd_44: I have out this off for too long jorh...

What do u mean mynd?

My Evergreen

NAIRALAND

I know a land . . . .

So far away and yet so close within
A land of plenty troubles
A land of knowledge
A land of different people, race and colour
A land full of character assasination
A land of mind readers

An anonymous land

. . . a land where many run their mouth foul
Where many display gutter character
Where many are vulnerable . . . always a prey for the chauvinistic apes
Where many are innocent and defenseless
Where many are creative, ambitious and selfless

A land full of thoughtless and manner less people
A borderless land . . . found only on the World Wide Web


Do you know it is a small world?

No matter how you think you are anonymous on this land
There is someone on this land that knows you

Yorubas will say. . .
Eefin ni iwa . . . Character is like smoke

You may think you have escaped now . . . don’t be too certain
What you are today will certainly show up in your face tomorrow
Wherever you are, be it far away or near
Or be it on Nairaland

Please behave yourself.

My 2 cents

Tgirl4real:

What do u mean mynd?

Means mine is on the way

Mynd_44:
Means mine is on the way

Ohh!!!

Can't wait.

THE WOLF AND THE DRAGON

[b] fell in love with a wolf
fur as white as snow
and eyes as tempting as honey to bear
calm and gentle
yet fierce when angered

she was my pride
my joy
and my light
hair full
and intelligence that almost dwarfed mine

I always thought her an angel
she was one to make me rebel
when i see her, my head rings: bells
and to my cain,
she was an Abel

a she wolf who was fast
and came to my aid when I needed it
we lived on the same street
and our parents were friends
we promised to be friends to the end

she was my best friend
my only friend
even at that tender age I knew love
and all around us saw it
her smell still lingers on me

but the reaper came for her
and she answered his call
he came in the night
when I was home sleeping
he took her and left me cold

since then I chose not to love
I chose not to be opened
I locked myself up
and sometimes dreamt that she will be back
whenever I hear wolfs howl
her face is what I see

The she-wolf took my heart
and I am still looking for her
I know she is up there
looking
watching
smiling

the she-wolf of my heart
what won't I do to have you back
hold your hands
and look into those eyes
please come back.....

it has been 7.5 score years
and I still see her
draw strenght from her
and miss her
and love her

why is the reaper so hard
so wicked
so evil
you took my she-wolf
and left me to the mercy of dogs

now her wings sweep in the skies
the dragon that resides in my heart now
her strength similar to the wolf
and her words equal
speed are the same
but the name changed

the she-wolf must have sent her
cos I see her in the dragon
her smiles
her speech
and words

The reaper left me with a stony heart
but the dragon melted it
turned it into magma
and allowed my love flow
causing me to errpt like a volcano

I look at the skies
and see the wolf
i look in the dragon's eyes
and I see the wolf
the dragon is wolf sent
to keep me safe................[/b]

^^^
Dedicated to Idowu
the She-wolf
I know you watch me and I miss you right back

Mynd_44: ^^^
Dedicated to Idowu
the She-wolf
I know you watch me and I miss you right back

awwww . . .Mynd. I remember the she-wolf. So sad.

Ermm . . . who be dragon o?

Tgirl4real: Wow!!! Ambera, that was huge! Is that a true story?

Wldnt knw.... Buh there is this story that he lost his parents(missionaries) during one of those religious riots in the north before going to england with an uncle. I jst imagined how the picture cld be! Whicheva way i don't think the experience was a pleasant one.

Hmmm... Interesting! Nice poem.

The Very First Time

Hormones coursing through my body,
I'm unable to study,
Fifteen years old,
Seeking a female body.

You are my first girl,
Our first kiss shared under the town-hall bell,
There's nothing I wont do for you,
Nothing I wont sell.

I say I love you,
You say you love me too,
Church says God loves us three,
But there's something you wont do.

Our innocent play turns dirty fast,
But still you block my offensive blasts,
The question is,
Can your resistance really last?

Fake ID gets us in a club tonight,
All your drinks on me, my little tyke.
I'm paying for all your sins tonight,
Am I really Christ-like?

Drunk on gin and the power of youth,
You give in to my demands uncouth
You'd love it baby,
No lies baby, just pure truth.

Clothes come off,
Hooray! no more jerking off!
The body of a Goddess.
Staying calm is tough

Kissing and touching
Licking and Sucking
Carnal young animals
Our anatomies hardening

Entry. Or lack off. How do I get in.
Spread your legs. Wider. Wider.
Am I in now? No? No?
Arrrrrrgh!
Sh1t. I must be in.

They say everyone will hurt you
But some people are worth suffering for
I see pain in your eyes
Do I make you sore?

I know I promised pleasure
but was I really that sure?
Was I that naive
to think that you'd want more?

Then its over quickly
Really quickly
You say that was rubbish.
I look away quickly.

It'll be ten years in two days,
Since our first time that day,
Now we've done it every documented way
In almost every single place
So on Thursday when the Town bell chimes,
Will you remember our very first time?

Very nice Jack. Nice!

Love is in d air. Let's go d love way. Will post some love poems soon.


Happy Val to u all.

jackbauersballs:
Based on a true story.
There's a little bit of London slang in there to give it a desired flavour but otherwise its pretty easy to follow.
Shanks = Knives btw

We are not like them


Whiskey bottle on the table
Trying to drown the pain
I am unable

I am not like them

My mind is a racing train
I try to stay sane
I am unable

I am not like them

Memories of last night
Cant rewind,cant unpick that fight
I am unable

I am not like them

Another London night
Young niggas getting rowdy
We are unable

We are not like them

We tried the thuggish life
Wasn't our cup of tea
Yeah we tried the road ting
But we knew it wasn't for we
We were going Uni
We would stack our peez(Paper)
We would make it legit

We are not like them

But tonight we hangout
We fit in
But we standout

We are not like them


Youths from some other endz
Rolling through our endz
Our mates getting the toolz
Time to get busy
Blood boiling
Caught up in the crowd

We should keep it cool
We should fucck off
We should vamos
Sane people would
But we are unable

We are not like them

We get busy
Striking out
Kicking and Punching
Nigga lights out

We dance through the mayhem
We fucck with the rest of them
Weaker mortals fall
But not us.
We are unable

We are not like them.

Then I see the flash of steel
In its reflection I see your eyes
This wasnt the deal
You cannot, must not DIE!
You must dodge it!
You are ABLE!

YOU ARE NOT LIKE THEM!!!

The shank plunges
Into your skin
Into the depths of my soul
Transfixed in the moment
My blood turns cold
He yells
He strike again
Hit
You sink
My heart sinks with you
I want to save you
I want to rip his fucking head off
blow his head into two with a sawn off
Like movie heroes
My brother I failed you.
I was unable

I was not like them.

Reality sinks in
Everyone runs off
I hold you in my arms
Dont die you bastard
Daddy raised us tough.
You smile
I cry
I laugh
We laugh
I want to hold this moment forever
Like the fabled time benders
But I am unable

I am not like them.

They say life is a bytcch and then we die
You died
Mom cried
Daddy tried to play it cool
He was unable
Others will forget
Others will move on
I will never forget
I will never not love you
I will never not carry you in my heart

Forever

I am unable

I am not like them

Geeee! Awesome. Love this mehn.
Sorry I had to quote the whole thing.

Here she comes
With that sneer
Worn on her face
Just once, every year...

She's a huntress
On a mission
She'll be paid
Double the commission
Should the target be slayed

That's the offer
Yet, she cares not
It's a matter of honour
That she dares to plot

Beware

She's backed up
She's supported

From angles unimaginable
Everywhere, somewhere, nowhere.

'You!' she cries,
'You misuse my power
to gather souls by twos, by threes...
By countless droves!
How could you,
with your bow and arrows;
how could you do this to me?!

Come fight me straight on,
with truth and deeds...
And not-'
(ping)
A shot in the dark
Therein lies
Her opponent:


Crafty, clever
Master of disguise...

She snorts.
'You insult His intelligence,
you fraud, you pretender who
thinks he's wise but rather s t u p i d!'

A sultry voice coos:
'We meet, Agape.
Let this battle proceed'


'Hn, the ever changing being
thou art Eros, nay...
...Cupid.'

A Letter To My Unborn Child

Dear unborn child, please don't be annoyed nor be mad
That I still keep you waiting after all that I have had
I'm only waiting to get you the perfect dad
In today's world such a search is difficult, its so sad

In today's world, men are many but good husbands are few
Most of the men around here take women as biscuit to chew
They hop from one woman to another having a taste of them all as if women are stew
Its really hard to find one who will value one like the morning dew

My baby, because you are a precious seed I must watch who comes to plant
I must be sure he is not just after my money nor my pant
Mum used to tell me that love bug's sting hurts more than that from soldier ant
So you see why I must be careful to whom my love I grant

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying all men are the same
In fact, you will see that your dad is another exception that will put others to shame
But I must take caution now while I can, so you don't ascribe to me the blame
Of making you a product of another man's heartless and mischievous game

My plan is to get you a dad that you will be proud of at home and on street
A father, who in your bad moments, reassures you that you are still sweet
A father, who when you fall, teaches you how to rise back on your feet
Trust me, he is out there looking for me too, and soon we will meet
-AMBERACIOUS POEMS

http://amberacious./2013/02/07/a-letter-to-my-unborn-child-2/

amberacious: A Letter To My Unborn Child

Dear unborn child, please don't be annoyed nor be mad
That I still keep you waiting after all that I have had
I'm only waiting to get you the perfect dad
In today's world such a search is difficult, its so sad

In today's world, men are many but good husbands are few
Most of the men around here take women as biscuit to chew
They hop from one woman to another having a taste of them all as if women are stew
Its really hard to find one who will value one like the morning dew

My baby, because you are a precious seed I must watch who comes to plant
I must be sure he is not just after my money nor my pant
Mum used to tell me that love bug's sting hurts more than that from soldier ant
So you see why I must be careful to whom my love I grant

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying all men are the same
In fact, you will see that your dad is another exception that will put others to shame
But I must take caution now while I can, so you don't ascribe to me the blame
Of making you a product of another man's heartless and mischievous game

My plan is to get you a dad that you will be proud of at home and on street
A father, who in your bad moments, reassures you that you are still sweet
A father, who when you fall, teaches you how to rise back on your feet
Trust me, he is out there looking for me too, and soon we will meet
-AMBERACIOUS POEMS

http://amberacious./2013/02/07/a-letter-to-my-unborn-child-2/

OMG! , @amberacious, u blow me away with dis 1, i love it. excellento!

Wait o...amberacious, so u be female?

Tgirl4real: Wait o...amberacious, so u be female?

thats the dexterity of a peot, he doesn't have to be a female first to express a female's chest

masterpiecer:

thats the dexterity of a peot, he doesn't have to be a female first to express a female's chest

Thanks, i m glad u like it too, atleast wen fellow guys come wit der guns it won't b jst me dey wld b shooting! Lol!

Tgirl4real: Wait o...amberacious, so u be female?

Lol! I m a he dat can't do witout her *winks* probably dats y i fight for her cause!

Tgirl4real: Wait o...amberacious, so u be female?

*

amberacious:

Lol! I m a he dat can't do witout her *winks* probably dats y i fight for her course!

Lol. Cos I was just certain u are male.

masterpiecer:

thats the dexterity of a peot, he doesn't have to be a female first to express a female's chest

The poem is really nice. I think I will do something that will portray me as a man also.

Tgirl4real:

The poem is really nice. I think I will do something that will portray me as a man also.

That would b nice, but first you have to know what a man would most likely feel about the particular subject you what to write on as a 'man'