Freedom

FREEDOM

I wandered through the dark tunnels

With thoughts for hope, for light.

Echoes of voices fighting to stop my motion,

I thrived, not forgetting my devotion,

My eyes seeing impossible, my mind doubtful,

Darkness choking me, unbearable!

When will I be free? I mourned,

When will I breathe? When will I fly?

Dropping my burdens and running like zoom,

I got closer; I can get closer, yes indeed!

STOP, STOP it is a ditch,

NO, it is the light.

The battle of mind.

Chains long forgotten holding me downFreedom

Can I?  Will I?

My passion on fire, I broke free! I got there!

Unseeing eyes trying to draw me to shadow land

But No, they failed. I am free

Whomever HE sets free is free indeed.

                                                                                                                                      BY  AYANFE

Freedom

Fliting, At Fifty and Five

Flirting, At Fifty and Five

At Fifty and Five,

there you are

flirting around with Teens

like a dog, who knows not his offspring

when it comes to satisfying her animalistic nature.

At Fifty and Five

there you are

sprawling your Penis in Teens’ Scrotum 

like a beheaded snake

whose body has no peace with its being.

At Fifty and Five

there you are

flicking fingers in Teens’ FORMS

like a sparrow, spawning with spade

whose song the society sings.

At Fifty and Five

there you are

turning your office to a brothel

with plumped Bevies

capable of daughtering your Being,

At Fifty and Five

there you are

counting first five flirt in a week

like an Idiotic Hen

counting its eggs before they are hatched.

At Fifty and Five

there you are

still in your Teen’s gene

flocking shamelessly with under Twenties

forgetting your almost “time-out” curiosity in women’s lap.

At Fifty and Five

there you are

teasing your flimsy limp with Teens

without thinking about Age that clocked responsibility on you.

You had better wake-up from this slumber of madness

and embrace the dignity-integrity you drag in the mud!

Sir Dan                               07061967063

                buah.dansabekuni@gmail.com 

Flirting, At Fifty and Five

                   Filthy Saints

Like the POLILIEANS, they mouth sweet us all

for the mission of their bucket and these lies lie on their lips all.

“Pleasure unspeakable; Bliss without end”

They preach. But alternation, their deeds tend!

Friars of a name, they prove the faith to be

but cockroach of a cupboard, their deeds bee.

Their saintly pretenses, fake us to a fool

and we swim in these lagoon-muds for a pool.

As dark as Koro Eshin; so are their mind!

Yet, they claim the dove like-mind.

As corny as the tortoise of a story,

so are their pranks, like the white’s lorry. 

Like the ghost of a dream is to man after a wake,

so are their claims after the preach of a lake.

Though, they sing strength of straightness; a way

but their crocket ways; a path forbidden to lay.

Even as their dainty dish, chameleon into slice,

their title of a heavenly sent, flag the air eyes.

This makes the eyes of the earth to see

them as gods of God here on this earth sea.

We call them stars of heaven;

but Trickstars, they really are in this haven!

No wonder! fore-sight of earthly gain, they, the most vision;

making frivolities to blind-fold their initial eternal vision!

Though, they may prove from now till morrow as pristine

but their stained shut, smut still indiscipline!

Now it is eminent; A time to stop these sinning helmets.

A time for the Most-High to fetch these elements.

Turn, Turn and Turn the U turn for a change!

For he is doomed that fools the world for the bucket’s change!

See to sing rightly again the song of your true saintly key

for the jaw of hell is impatiently open to receive thee!

  

Sir Dan                                07061967063

                buah.dansabekuni@gmail.com 

 

Filthy Saints