WAITING

Every moment is spent not used,
as opportunities taken or refused.
The passage of time is an escape.
Every lifestyle ever takes a shape.

Daily strifes and expectations,
wake people up every morning.
Then returning to same situations,
people live for joy and its mourning.

WHERE THERE IS SMOKE



Most times we feel things,
and sense them well ahead.
Many times see these things
but don’t avoid them instead.

The signs will be there for all,
like we stumble before we fall.
Doubt stammered before it spoke,
like there’s fire where there’s smoke.

HOLD ON



Holding onto you
and all time stops.
Very smell of you
fills my many cups.

Sweetness all about
sorrounds the still air.
Breathing in and out,
makes leaving to fear.

I am full but not fed.
I’m held in my breath,
that hasn’t yet paused.
You’re my living wealth.

GRATITUDE


All is never ever as it is or well,
even in Satan’s strictest of hell.
There is always the weird sort,
who make of goodness a sport.

Gratitude is the right attitude;
it always gives some latitude,
that will lift the down trodden,
make out fertilizer of its rotten.

FUNERAL OF THE DEAD



Once was a rich man
with a big spoiled family;
he lived an unhappy man.

He wrote his will
and he put in a pan,
stamped with his seal.

After he had died
his whole family met
to mourn and all cried.

His will unsealed
and then it’s torn up
as they merrily mealed.

TIME OF DAY



Every day passes into another,
in the same likeness and order.
Morning blends into bright days,
evening dims out in similar ways.

Renewed days busting bubbles,
moving airy shades in mingles.
No difference in multiple colors,
only mystery behind their doors.

THE PAST MAKETH



Past is never where we leave it,
it goes with us anywhere we go.
Past is the invincible scarred bit
that heals, remain and still show.

Like a past, everyone has a scar
that help make ’em who they’re.
Experience is in the difference,
for stereotypes aren’t evidence.
Those who habitually generalize
would end up telling general lies.

LOOMING



Time crawls to us, not away;
and it catches up in our way.
We’re never its chasing park;
like a Wolf it finds our track.

That time waits for none of us,
is more true than we choose.
For it does edges towards us
and always ever looming close.

WHAT’S MAN?



What’s man, what’s he about;
some mystery for figuring out,
or another thing that will rot?

Same man’s masterful reign,
growing in loudly seen fame,
repeatedly bursts in old pain.

At the end every single man
makes his wishes as he can,
not walk a fixed single plan.

LIFE OR DEATH



There are thin lines between
knowing what,why and when.
When would set up the win,
after What has been chosen.
Why doesn’t come as often.

Choices come fast and quick;
settings we don’t make or pick,
Daily life or death situations,
all demand instant decisions.

FAITH MUST BE CHILDISH



Grown ups’ dream in sleep
likens children’s living faith.
Man’s thought is ever deep
like the child’s love is neat.

Trust has a short life time
that outlives only childhood.
Every man lives within crime
and children learn its mood.

BLUE WORLD

When the mind’s worried
and the heart’s disturbed
sky turn mainly blue daily;
like oceans also too wavy.

Sun’s glow appears burnt,
moon makes a sad afront.

Lonely life looks abandoned,
its sojourn feeling condoned.

Sad and unhappiness is cold,
all things turn blue the world.

STREETS ARE CRAZY

Honking is mating season here,
drivers make frog song feel fair.
Hurried races on the sidewalks;
stampedes amidst its tall stalks.

World’s going in one big hurry;
perceptive and focus all blurry.
All life reduced to sprints daily,
as peopled streets are all crazy.

Inspired by @faucon315

WHAT’S THERE IN LIFE



After all what is there in life;
only sleep, wake, sleep again?
What’s there in the living hype,
but bits of joy in a pond of pain.

What’s it to keep and defend,
just come and go as we came?
What’s to have when it all end,
when dust and ash will remain?

EVERYTHING IN TIME

How can someone so smart,
turn out quite so stupid too?
How come someone so loved
could turn out quite so cruel?

There are ever circumstances;
and ever always consequences.
As there’s timing in everything,
are also reasons for everything.

There is everything for its time,
like everything in its own time.

LIVING LIKENS

Sometimes circumstances
gets in the way of niceties.
But then certain instances
maketh their opportunities,
without warning or any ease

Taking the ride through life
feels like towed backwards.
Seeing clearer for your self
after you heard your words.
Living likens owing the Gods.

SPEND LIFE

We can’t change what we can’t;
it’s a fact of life that outlive us.
No getting on or off as you want;
complain your wish, life is no bus.

Go with the flow of ticking time,
taking all the decisions you must.
Spend well your currency of time,
no change left when we die at last.

NOTHING

Do you know nothing is yours?
Yes, nothing is ever really yours.

Name what is certainly yours,
one thing that you know is yours?

Nothing in life is actually yours.
Surely not even your name is yours.


BREATH OF LOVE

If you’re in love now;
at this very moment,
or you’ve ever loved
but it’s just not current

Then you’re lucky my friend
because not everyone loves.
Most think so and pretend.
Like breath everyone knows,
love comes and it goes
But remains as you choose.

DIE OR END



Who decides when we die,
for what we chose to die;
ideas we select to defend?

After all is there a greater lie
than the world is only one lie,
when its many lies has no end?

Living is one steady struggle,
the world is one dying jungle;
with logs in eyes to condemn.

TIME IS ALL

We’ve all the time in the world,
until we finally leave the world.
There is nothing more we own,
Than the time that is our own.

All the time we have is limited,
as our use of it is complicated.
When we live out time in ease,
we live and age as we please  

LONELY SILLY MAN



Man’s a lonely silly single being,
all about his daily living business.
Owning where been, what seen;
gambling choices like any guess.

Faith comes and goes blindly,
everything done, a coin toss.
How each would end finally;
head or tail, it is a final loss.

MAYBE NEWS



Social media has us not so sure
about what’s true or maybe not
When it’s news, we’re not sure
Not even when it maybe not.

News is new, obviously right?
Must be true, not maybe news
Gray is neither black or white,
So nothing in-between is news

CRY BABIES


We’re suffering and call it living;
right where we remain seething.
The reason we’re slowly dieing,
obviously is our own choosing.

This torture is of our own doing;
and this enslaves our reasoning.
Every day we fire up the boiling
and yet dish our all the blaming.

ABORTION



Allow me to call your attention
to a most despicable situation.
One that people ever question,
but it’s only actually in reaction.

All alive extend their creation
with survival acts of procreation.
When choice create a situation
then crime is truly the abortion.

RACIAL RACE



What colors are people really?
It’s been a race thing, isn’t it?
Always been a contest surely;
ran all through time, ain’t it?

The sun rises to make a day,
moon smiles white at night.
Color of life shades our way,
every life is as dark or bright.

KNOWLEDGEABLE IGNORANCE

It’s common in law as said,
that ignorance is no excuse.
For lots, knowledge has paid;
for much more it will confuse.

For what we claim as ours
is not as we acknowledge.
As ignorance brings chaos;
surely as much knowledge.

FREEDOM TO LOVE OR HATE



Aren’t we all citizens of earth;
firstly simply humans beings?
Sure as we’re free in thought
we’ll love or hate some things.

We’re too different to be same,
too alike in ways that’re insane.
So the expression of our tastes,
merely make up our many faiths

LIFE IS AN ACT



All people act like little Weasels
Pretend Beavers and tiny Seals

Their selfishness is quite gifted
He who is told sorry is cheated

All relationships are personal
Nothing human is impersonal

All Life is an act as it is meant
No one should tell you different

END OF THE WORLD



Everything that has a beginning
most surely will have some end.
It is logical and simple thinking;
one with proven enduring trend.

The much that’s made and had
will at some point all be waste.
Timeless happiness will be sad
as every world ends in its haste.

PRICED UP



There’s no real loyalty anymore,
everybody wants more for sure.
Family will enslave until you die
and colleagues work a same lie.

All friends are all only as needy;
there’s nothing new about that.
Love is a bargain and so moody,
everything is priced, it is a fact.

ALL GOOD, BAD & UGLY



Within and outside every being
is the good, the bad and the ugly.
It is true of every single entity;
be it inanimate or alive or dying.
Nothing more is fitting naturally.

SEX IS LIKE

Sex is like nothing else.
It is as nice as it is not;
it is reasonable no less
and useless too, of a sort.

Knowledge of it is bliss
Ignorance of it more so
Sex would largely please
It is much like breathing
Once started, no stopping

ALL OF US NA THIEF

Why you dey stone me with eye?
I dey chop my own, no put eye.

This our country na turn by turn;
you chop your own, na my turn.

I swear, if God dey vex true true,
this country for don talk true

Wetin we chop dey our teeth.
Las las, all of us join be thief.

BEST FRIEND

Man’s best friend stays near;
always beside him and here.

Dark or bright as any mood;
happy and sad, bad or good.

True friends live your life too,
just as it is; all of it with you.

FUNCTION OF MAN



“The proper function of man
Is to live, not to exist.”

For it is life’s demand
To insist and not persist.

“I shall not waste my days,
In trying to prolong them.”

I shall use my time in ways
That’s fair to me and all men.

LIFE HAPPENS



Grind and toil on still,
work through anyway,
regardless of the feel,
simply make the way.

All fails are still wins;
breaks and remakes.
Life will happen still;
like winning stakes.

DIZZY



Though we’re unsure of a future,
We are definitely not concerned.
Our minds groomed in a culture,
Taught to believe all is confirmed.

The familiarity makes us all dizzy,
In likeness we cannot forsake me.
For love is not suppose to be easy,
That is why it is love not just like.

TRUTH IS A CHILD



Every word is made up,
It’s more than just sound.
Every word likens a cup,
Refilled with every round.

Each word carry a thought,
An intent which is it’s guide.
Grown up words get taught,
They’re learned and caught,
A disguise lost to the child.

DARK, TAMED & BRIDLED



From whence were you birthed?
The very bowels of ships berthed.

And who had anchored your pains?
Same he that adorned me in chains.

Who housed and fed your pride?
Same he that took away my side.

Who sat you in hard carved wood?
This same master who eats my food.

What lessons were fed to you?
That’s written on my scars too.

What journey have you come from?
One that make up my physical form.

Were you aided and groomed?
Indeed, burdened and tooled.

Where you shaped to a good fit?
Truly, trained to be as yet unfit.

How were you held in place?
Planted, till I lost all my trace.

Surely you tried to branch out?
Rooted trees only get to sprout.

But you grew on and had aged?
Certainly, I’m still not as caged.

So break away and come home.
I’m home in the cage I’m borne.

But all your gains is not evident?
Yet I am surely and truly present.

But you are a readied crucifix?
Yet my time lost I did not miss.

HANDS OF TIME



What time it is, is relative;
to just any moment in time.
Though age is cumulative,
it only slowly keeps in time.

These hands that tell time,
only do what we make them;
steering, without the helm.

LADY BUGS



Cladded in possible beauty,
cared or cherished no less.
Tendered with flowery duty;
still a Lady bugs regardless.

RACING LIFE



Men are the price;
Women their prize.

Time the receiver;
Life, ultimate giver.

Living is a long race
Setting its own pace.

You start with a prize
before paying the price.




Inspired by @kelechi_eo