I like beautiful placesPhotos of such places gets my heart racingI like beautiful facesTheir smiles are a like rain drops on heated surfaces.– Relief. I like PaMa, GrandmaEven though I barely see the formerAnd the latter is late and I …
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The devil has enemiesThe dam helps with electricityI sneeze and I cough,I could be sick. A torch for the darkA touch for the feelI won’t see if I don’t findWhat I seek. She said: why you stating facts,obvious things?I said: …
Often times I find myself wonderingHow you answer that in your headYour mouth did say I’m fineYeah, I heard. But you’re known to put your money where your mouth is, not your feelings. When asked how I am, I tend …
Love hurts, love destroysLove bends and crushes usTaking our breaths, leaving us achingMore alone than we were. Torn apart by the pain, weakEmotions shredded, soul emptyYearning and gaspingFor something we no longer have. Like a fish out of waterNo, it …
I’ve witnessed valiant hearts seamlessly swayLike flexible hips I’ve seen the most rigid of menBend and twirl, at the bidding of one mind.I’ll never understand change. I’ve found mortality leave immortal legaciesI’ve seen bitter leaf lose its tasteAnd hurry lose …
I laugh like I’m JokerI do this so not soberBut as I grow,So does the pain get older. I am the holderBut how they followI don’t follow,I’m left to ponder. My solace is in the momentAs I do thisFor when …
I know you’ve heard of from dusk to dawn,no, this ain’t that song.Strange things are happening,I even heard a “pastor” swear walahi! You’ll know it’s bad newsWhen it’s the chief priest hitting the gongThe town cry ah! you say???Yes, people …
long ago, l heard among words –befriend death, and it will let you livelike candles wearing the crowns of doom,burning out and living right. when a blind man talks about an escapeto avoid being trapped twice,he would not scribble on …
Uche Buzz is back with his first spoken words album, “Revival” An Album to stir Christians up to stand in their spheres of influence and awake them who slumber, sleep and are lukewarm in Christ. He has a passion for …
When you’ve lived all your lifeshackled by such intangible thingsas expectations and exogenetic ideologies. Freedom becomes a song you singwith the dexterity of a chirping birdchirping its songs from an aviarybefore an audience of bird lovers. People ask why you …
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