EXERCISE ON COUPLETS…
necessity, on why he created this sensation, I bite my brain
spectrum of living emotions, the one which best defines life is pain.
heavens; a portrait to God
and an infant to the world.
everything; everything in nothing
yet remarkably existing.
of its meaning; assuming it was the name of a car
was suspect and he only found prestige in a bar.
the news as I choked on the words in my throat
eyes as my expression divulged tidings of demise
like needless rain
our wretched existence.
the pure at heart,
misnomer of a tardy Nigeria.
stranger to myself, and strangely too
of little egos
plaything of misguided statesmen
the disillusioned magnate;
weak in simple fitting judgments.
streaming with pain
been broken once again?
of ignorance and infancy
the sweetest flights of fancy
encompasses the wake of her absence
and the light that welcomed her presence
eat vegetables of varieties
meant not for their plates and palates
and mocked for her nakedness
another victim of man’s wickedness.
turned to pain, the Question burned in my brain
Love is Humane in its touch, or am I just insane.
the boy as he suckles with relish
adulthood I feel to relinquish
ripped off his mother’s embrace
you whacked with Disgrace
with my head high in rest
all, nothing short of my best.
ends meet, despite the scorching heat
abode well knit, to discover I have, but my fame to eat
days of love, trust and purity
have grown and played with vanity
and vibrations from within
whispers from this heart you swept clean
different stock that prestige?
liberate or keep me under siege?
like the word