Billies legs are noodles, the ends of her hair are poison needles, her tongue is a bristly sponge, and her eyes are a bag of bleach.

thank yah u far 2 kind

fidek:
Poetry at its peak. . . lol

Eclat et fe don eclat..

JUST FEEL LIKE SLEEPING WITH MY MADAM FOR OFFICE. HER BOOBS IS JUST......

MORNING MIST

So bright is the day
Full of light, life and vigour.
Nature descendants all with easy fray
Choice of styles there,outdoor
Night is over, receding to the unknown

Now back to world of human
Irons, bars, chains by which he secures self to let
Not against lower creations but man
Man like himself who prowls the dark with net
Fear of man by man,caging others for self to free.

Night is over seems the sound of early tweets
From posts to coasts, winging the air
In diversity of colours,and sizes, mirroring amazing feats
Whether to rise from sleep-support still fares
On his mind of course, but for needs to meet.

Suddenly a surge freely runs course on mind,
A light of memory flooding with zest
Thoughts of her, hers, and ours streaming to mind
Like fragrance from Sheba, slaying with best
To sing or to ring,to write or to sight, dreams of faculty...

Boardroom banters are over, weaving letters won ways.
Set me on my hills, a ready scribe touring miles on a spot
Miles of mind, farther in distances and ways
Deeper than oceans, and sea combined, host of salt
A message to her to fetch that: *a day without you sours*!

(Dedicated to Hephzibah)

''something''

rheether:
Even the devil deserves a second Chance.

Only a fool would do that.

Vorpal:


Only a fool would do that.

Take back your word.

S
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Are you from Tennesse cos you're the only ten i see

Today, the bedrock of tomorrow

Treasure every minute,

It just might be the last

Don't dream, live, invent and build

A pathway to the Future.

I wanna be happy Happy Happy.

I don't know why
I have no idea why
It completely eludes me why
I choose you over and over again...
Must have been those eye
Those strange looking beady buds
I will just look again to find out why.


Willful thinking...

rheether:


Take back your world.

"The devil has come to steal, to kill and to destroy." Go and tell the man who said that to take back his words before I do so.

The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want,he makes me to lie down in green pasture,he leads me beside the Stillwaters,he restores my soul,he lead me in d path of righteousness,even though I walk through the valley, of shadow of death I shall fear no evil. For thou at with me ,the rod and the staff they comfort me ,thou prepared a table before me in d presence of my enemy ,sure goodness and mercies shall follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever and ever Amen!!!

yomibelle:
GUNNER

My blood is red,
My wounds been pressed,
London's depressed,
Arsenal put to rest,
By unmerciful pests.

I am a gunner,
Tag me a loser,
I'll one day be a winner,
Claimed the problem is with Wenger,
Some think its the players,
I think we need a winger,
All are nothing but wonders.

Our club lacks passion
From the manager's reaction,
The players' action,
To the fans' captions.
I belong to this club even with this hypertension.

-Copied

THE HYPERTENSION MIGHT PUT YOU IN HIGH TENSION BRO. AND TURN YOU TO PAST TENSE...BESIDE THE TOMORROW WHEN YOU WILL BE A CHAMPION MAY NEVER COME

If you prick us do we not bleed?

If you tickle us do we not laugh?

If you poison us do we not die?

And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?



-William Shakespeare.

Il ne jamais trop tard
il ne jamais tard
Ici bas Ici bas il ne jamais tard
petit a petit loiseau fe so nid
petit a petit loiseau fe so nid

Translation
It is never too late
it is never late
Here on earth it is never late
Little by little the bird builds it's nest ×2ce

Ok...here we go
La Poetry.....La Hate

PERFECT TIMING. The sun sets slowly, the day dwindling out so fast, the fusillade crow of the cock announces the perfect timing for a moonlight tale. children singing in tiny cogent voices: Old Roger is dead and gone to his grave. I gazed through my timber fitted window, in my old dreaded cubicle, clustered in spider webs, and colonies of aged dogged soldier ants, cloaked under my detached abestors roofing sheet just towards the surburb of Aro town. While relishing the old good days, I scuffled into my past as a time machine would do, capturing lost time and space of my opaque adolescence. Yea: I fought the good fight, and unveiled the hidden puzzle, leapfroging over my strongholds, though unnerved; yet as victorious as Jabez who called on the God of isreal. After which; i sang a song of freedom in my time dilation machine.

....ok

The future here i see,
I perceive it right by me
Like am in tomorrow and it will never come back again
Today I see struggle
I don't want to say my muscles are weak
I'll do my best to bear the pressure because
If it can't kill you it broads you

Wenger o ni pa wa oooo.

O baby, pepper dem gang, oya, O baby...

In Lagos, it rained
In Ibadan, it rained
In Oyo, it rained
In ogbomoso, it's all drained
God, show mercy today.

so. . . dem say one senator in Nigeria had 4 carryovers,
and he said he graduated and is currently doing his masters
how can somebori graduate with 4 carryovers?
well.. he's still a motion mover
in our hallowed chamber

biko umunnem, is that one a senator?

which day them no go celebrate. them go soon celebrate world sex day.

Come Nigerians sisters and brothers
Let us gathered together
To fight for the land of our fathers
Something is making me bother
Not becaus of bad weather
But for Nigerian situation which is not in order
Wicked are those who our leaders
They don't think about the others
Must they strike us like Thunder
they are not our warders
Prisoners not are we either
They must have a rethink before making the greatest blunder
Else, let them have their resignations tendered
Nigeria is a country full of wonder

I am dirt in the sand,
Given breath -
To defy
The silence that judges me,
The voices of dissent,
The arrogance that shuns me,
The ignorance that doesn't know,
I have dared to know myself,
Show myself and grow,
In my own substance,
But they still will not see me.


I am dirt in the sand,
Given breath -
Taken in the morning,
Misused by day,
To give it back again,
When the evening comes;
And at night, one grave holds it all -
My sins, sorrows and regrets,
They multiply when I'm not myself
Countless, when I distrust myself
And my body finds no room within to rest.


I am dirt in the sand,
Given breath -
To tell a truth,
Of singular tune,
Taken in the morning,
To sing my song by day,
And I sang my song by day,
Sung by night time,
The song that I was given,
No regrets, no sorrows,
To crowd my deathless sleep

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