ATMOSPHERE OF GRIEF

ATMOSPHERE OF GRIEF

Earth, a spinning cemetery

Homes are living mortuaries

Posters of obituary

Waiting for everybody

As the our glass drains

En-caved, Enslaved to pains

My souls in chains

My mind free to wander

Drifts faraway Jupiter

So cold I shiver

Set my soul free

From this solitary

Confinement called the body

Inevitability,

Craving for eternity

Like a vampire, certainty

Death is surety.

THE FREE STATE

THE FREE STATE

Send me to oblivion

The state of freedom

Whence vanquished imperialists

Become devoted communists

Here reside no inequalities

Time freezes

The realm of peace

No panic, No rush

No lust, No crush

No heartaches,

No heartbreaks,

No depression, No economic inflation

No ego deflation

Absolute peace

My soul, the winds and the seas

No enemies, No venom

No scorpions No companion

Tears flow with the liquor

The souls I mourn for.

Play the bagpipes

Plucked so unripe

Married to inevitability

An unholy matrimony

R.I.P Okade Nnamdi

R.I.P Debola Ojeniyi

HIGHWAY TO HELL

HIGHWAY TO HELL

Like a steeple chaser

I keep running

From dusk till morning

Faster than a cheetah

Dodging arrows at night

And bullet by dawn

Evading facial frown

From ungodly sights

Even in my dreams

With my eyes closed

I’m hitting the road

And in my stream

Of total unconsciousness

My feet still accelerates

At a geometric rate

Wheeled with wariness

With no slim chance

For a narrow escape

With a grievous gape

I’m talking no stance.

Highway to hell,

Devil do you see my headlight?

Expecting me day and night

Preparing space to dwell.

THORNS AND THISTLES

THORNS AND THISTLES

In His merciful nature, 

cursed His wonderful creature.

Generation unborn to suffer

sins of the father 

Multiple sorrows at conception,

Nine months of gestation. 

Like a soldier fighting for survival,

I cut through my mother's placenta

with no armory 

As she wailed in agony.

For crimes not committed

to this penitentiary I was convicted.

 Morphing into a strong man

my mortal journey began.

Dawn till night fall I toil,

cursed is the soil, 

sweat all over my forehead,

before I eat bread.

So much stress till fever,

Sweet savior SATIVA.

Hustle and bustle, 

Thorns and Thistle,

the plants in my garden.

Searching for Eden,

guarded by cherubs with flaming swords 

as commanded by God.

The day of my rest,

The day of my death.

EN ROUTE TO THE GREAT BEYOND

EN ROUTE TO THE GREAT BEYOND

En route to the great beyond,

No means to abscond

Path perfectly paved

Not that it was craved

for with excitement 

Resting in this rectangular confinement

Leather so soft

Hopes not held aloft

Regards received by the undertakers

Carcass ready for scavengers

A large crowd commanded

In black they’re all branded

Weeping while wailing

Memory lane trailing

Confinement lowered into the pit

Destination is six feet

Blessings given by the reverend

Tears flow from the brethren

Dust we all came from

To dust we all return

Covered beneath earths sight

Never to see sunlight  

HARBINGER OF DEATH

HARBINGER OF DEATH

Taunting dreams

Bursting blood streams

A death dealer

Inevitability I deliver

To your door step

Without much of a prep

I get you on your way

Less resistance, Less delay

Donning a black mask

Never impossible the task

My sight meets yours

Last sight it does

See, blood on my hands

Soiling sacred sands

My presence brings

Tremors that stings

Harbinger of death

I’m why their families wept

Replacing smiles with grimace

Remorse written all over my face

Scared to shut my eyes

I hear their cries

Infiltrating my head

Laying on my bed

Seeking retribution

Searching for redemption

For my evil deeds

For terminating those seeds

Hoping to meet my fate

At heaven’s gate.

EPITAPH

Epitaph

Past a score year on earth

Still don’t understand the path of death

Where do I go from here?

Are conditions really peaceful over there?

After much first time of strife,

Do I return back for an afterlife?

No matter how many times the earth turns

I shall pass through this world but once.

I don’t know what Hades hold

The truth never unfolds

Someday we all fall

But before I answer my great call

At least I still have

This chance to choose the words of my epitaph.

        “The controversial character’s time is done,

        The poet and sage is gone,

        Rest there in the upper coast,

        Find the ultimate peace you desire most.”

AXE MURDER OF 1877

Axe murder of 1877,,,

An ambiguous controversy

Indeed, an unresolved mystery

It occurred in her father’s mansion

Plunging the nation into tension

When the cops came

They met a beautiful dame

And two lifeless bodies

With axe cuts and bruises

No blood on her hands,

Not even the jury understands

So she was acquitted of parricide

The truth unknown to decide

Days later, she was seen burning a dress

The case was brought to regress

What could have lead?

Her to axe her both parents in the head?

Blindfold by greed?

Maybe jealousy spurred her evil deed?

For her father had altered his will

To her step mom’s name to fill

So she plotted to kill

Them both, for her to steal

The estate and properties

Damming the consequences

Alerting the cops

Claiming someone had murdered their corpse

No eyewitnesses

Left the court with no evidence

Her innocence she crave

Taking the truth of her grave.

MOONLESS SKY

Moonless sky

Lens fixated upwards,

Tense the atmosphere

Cold wind blows

Sorrowful tears flows

Uneasiness in the air

That moment onwards

Hearts remained sober

Thunder and lighting clashes

Dark clouds loom

Closing on the tomb

Tear drops in rainfall shower

Brothers mourn

Adversaries rejoice

Echoes of anguish

All hopes relinquish

Grief in every voice

Eclipse of emotion dawn

Starring at the moonless sky

Wondering why the young die.

MISERY

MISERY

What is misery?

Even if not felt in the same degree

Moulds of unshowered

Mist that’ll soon be overpowered

By the sunshine of the Inner Strength

No sign of relief even as we take a deep breath

Sights of cruel scenes

Sour taste of ludicrous vermins

Endless sorrows of beings.

A world filled with agony 

Compromising state of melancholy

Situations gloomy and humorless

Discomforting wariness

Frightful feeling of despair

Uncertainty forms parts of the compounds of the air

Still very hard to comprehend

If all these will someday come to an end.