Loss. I am blindly lost Better, a blinding process Please find me, lead me Played games, lost a card Dreading a death i have caused Slow grief, deeply numb Hypermind

Doctor! Dr. Strange’s needles broke the timeline to my heart that led me nowhere. I’ve fallen in love the second time in one book now! I’m sick with words. Ruddapoet

what a child cannot see from a mountain top would one day, like tears from a heavy cloud, drop. there’s that which comes with age it’s like flipping a page what’s ahead is ahead, it will not just pop. all of living and life is rooted in time the process is gradual, ticking till the […]

this ground shall bear you fruits of any kind, son it shall stand your house but not that of the sun not the doors of money, not the rooms for honey so quiet down your smile, it’s no time for fun. money no dey Lagos, money no dey Jos money don travel leave awa change […]

a ring made by fire can be round the nose, petty people play part in pricking the rose they claim to be the light and never see the night. if words miss their lips, something will decompose. a star by the moon doesn’t make it a friend petty people pay prices per friends they end. […]

Emmanuel Hudson’s nose needs to see itself, it is big and round like an African elf swallowing all the air leaving people to stare. a man would not make a mirror for himself If not, his smile would be a flamboyant mark, a fish would decide whether to be a shark or Tench, or a […]

when words die: water buddies are what we have become today, waves, tides and ripples are our best outcome today. languages thrown at us may just wave and ripple, those that are clingy on us, stick like gum today but words will die when we deny them power, remove their grips, strip them and be […]

what love is: i have fallen more times than rain, but need i say, that love may not be love unless you bleed, i say. a cliché creed i suppose, before we all cede, but shackles are not for men who are freed, i say how we read and still talk about variety, love is […]

What love is love is the worst place a human can survive in, it’s also the best place that a man can thrive in. like we live to die, the end game of love is hurt, unconsciously, we become a mess, we dive in. who will then wear the non-bulletproof vest of blame? of what […]

A parley exists between pain and water My liver straggles spirits drawn from spell liquid, till there’s a lucid grumbling to compel liquid. That fabric of hurt with its tongue-tied old language “Drunk”— to fall– to the abyss of pastel liquid A ship that carries its cloud along with hailstorm can remember how to never […]