in the days when the land was barren
moments when the forest is curtailed in depth of deserts
tears rolled down the lanky sun
as he cried the rivers through the ocean of restlessness
waters turned blood in bowls and cups of unity
&upon the land man wander
in soils of pale poverty
in shallows of peace&love
miles ponder on the distance to trek
in pairs of wretched legs
in tattered rags upon the shoulders of the mighty
valors turned cowards
as eatables became forbidden
candles of lightening spit darkness of sick light
thunders struck in large spins as strikes sailed innocent roofs
clattering the foreheads of foremost clans
inviting plagues upon the lands
mount melts at sights of impaired vision
invaders trailed in bunches
in gunters and riffles
were the bullets of disunity shot
&upon the pillows of terror the king laid
there it is like a minute ago
when nemesis paid its way in
in holes and open
till the past haunted the placade of the present.
&the curses fulfilled in solo drama

[center][center]Korede
such awful days.

When peace hides itself within the heart of
our ancestors, whose bodies are yummies
in the unsatiable belly of the ground. I look up,
to receive the smokes falling from the
mouth of the troubled sun
which covers itself nowadays with
dirty rags of bleeding clouds.

where art thou oh peace?
I ask, staring at my dead shadow
which is breathing its
last breath of the day under the sun.

where art thou oh orderliness?
I kneel my heart to reach a firm ground
an unreacheable ground, but just lonliness
is what I can feel through the air
as I reach for an ungraspeable ground.
my heart is falling-
just the way the whole earth is dropping,
dropping out of truth into lies
from peace to trouble
frome love to hatred
from life to death
from good to bad;
still falling-
but when it meet the ground of destruction-
tell me- won't it crash?
like grandmother's dead calabash?[center][/center]
.
oh heaven's hand
save us from our own hands, and
restore into us the souls
of the good men an women.

ibrahimclouds....you are great bro. can i meet you?

You can reach me on facebook @ Ibrahim Clouds.
my profile picture is that of a young architect drawing on a table.

Ibrahimclouds:
You can reach me on facebook @ Ibrahim Clouds.
my profile picture is that of a young architect drawing on a table.

alright,i will add you up soonest.