Thoseen30:
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How on earth are you guys doing this^

angelEmade:

with so much eulogies to my name...i cannot but give a wimpy say..even if it's going to be in a creepy way but to voice out not would be a nasty neigh. Albeit your provocations of words to the detriment of my quiet nature even though such provocations are of good spirit and so much aggravated exaggerations that seemingly illustrates perfections which makes my choice of the word 'provocation' ironical from he very start. so i would, in heightened heights and split lights love to give a hardened bite to he subjects and brouhaha in view.

empty vessels perhaps makes the loudest noise....whosoever coined that proverb was entirely being literary...I mean academicians and the elites are the runners of show biz and mouth wars today right? but i do not entirely disagree with the totalty of the metaphor...i regard and enjoy it as much as any bloke....i will not exonerate my quietness with it...i am no a filled vessel and one day when i start raging and ranting it doesnt make me any emptier does it? rather it all deals with our innermost conviction of the known...saturation with the unknown and the proliferation of phobia....our characters in itself are a prove of gene-mastery how the things we dont know nor see controls the most invisible and invincible part of our being.

words they say, offers the means to meaning and for those who will listen....the enunciation of truth. It is okay to speak minds....our minds as long as the society gives that enabling environment for freedom to thrive. but what shall we say.... poets in the modern world are like pets and pests and labrats we read no more nor are we free to criticize the 'constables' life itself would make out a sad poem as a fiction of a man on the suicide watch list. yes...
I am really me....an human that enjoys the country horizons...the plumet stars...and the pink in morning' first light. I am the silent poet...the angel with bad habits and someone you should never meet lol
to this end...i should leave the issue pro deo. (latin)

cRobo:
Did he really die?

centboy123456:


I pray to God that he will never give u husband of ur own even u mange to get ur husband u can never have children of ur own

I cause u with the spirit I sever I send the evil angles to u

it most comes to pass

angelEmade:


smiles....i teach french and spanish not literature.
so...okay with the war now
you are great and amazing and i respect your views.

Xcelinteriors:
Wa gbayi jare. Some men deserve to train another man kids with their sweat especially the ones that cheat without remorse. Ogun kee all of them

Jeweltz:


So which kind of man fits me o? These men that are community dick, are they men?

angelEmade:

you are quiet cynical and comical
I also like the fact that you are hysterical with my lyrical but let's be practical.
the beauty in the eyes of the beholder was never about the eyes...it's a metaphor same time some sort of irony for it has always mean the heart! the seat of 'intelligence' for all the senses. the beholder's eye apparently represents him as a whole...the perspective with which we we see things... being so reflective and deflective makes its so that we as humans hardly ever agree on one thing. a word smith you say? won't you agree all poets are slayers of words?? in a way even the rapper is a poet...after all music brings poetry to life...I mean why do we sing poems like songs when really they are mere lines of euphoric parables...

I see your point...
but you watching from faraway in dismay something that may never sway...something that is right before your nose in month may. look closely sire and ask yourself. what do I see! only then the words of the poet will come alive;;

Katier00:
Follow your heart, it won't mislead you

angelEmade:

beauty is in the eyes....

doggedfighter:

Cool flows. You are sound

angelEmade:

let the war begin
with a fury and raging start
and a seemingly furious fight
Stand your ground don't take flight
weaklings would run like cats
or get blown away like rats
but this angel will battle her rights

Ring the bells of contest
let's sing the lines of poem
Bring the men of conquest
let's bing the net for starquest
Looking for wellsof pests in Budapest
Or the red beads of the budha?
where to fetch the lyrics of valour?
no no! my valorous darling
My poems are from the palours of my heart

From the fortnights where rain dwells
Upon a place with some rays
And some rakes stacked against a stake
In a mansion without fashion
where light rays meet night days
from such ways comes my lace.

There is literature in my head honey
it's like fixtures without seizures
stainless as a scissors, red like the rhesus.
Oh Jesus! give me a lexus!
And a beautiful picture...of a wonderful future!

...perfection (Angel Imade)

nijabazaar:


You indeed a 21st century man.

This is great

Ishilove:

Your prose is so...poetic. I'm in love

justnock:
Pablo Escobar had a good heart but he was ruthless. If he couldn't bribe you, he'll get you killed.

olawumi171:
not dat l dont av someone am talking to, just dat l av no feeling watsoever for him,av tried no feelings at all,

Ineedtoheal:

I will try harder this time.

sadi78:
As a nairalander, i want to share a cute picture of my lovely kids!
Amina and Bilal.
Wish them well please

mii4u:
If the guy didn't get help b4 giving up the ghost, who told the story of wat hapned to him?

TheYoda:
This is another screenshot of your bloomberg terminal "BT" you posted here. You this incorrigible liar.
A big thief planning the ground work for the big heist.

Guys check out the screenshot he posted, that was WHEN OBAMA WAS PRESIDENT. I didn't know Obama was still America president in 2020. You this useless thief.

Blackeurop and Blackeuropean should be added to scammer list on nairaland asap.
Blackeurop ole.



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