These days by Akinwale Peace

© Akinwale Peace

These days

These days when life is rare:
This days when death is ev'ry where,
These days when souls mourn;
These days when souls die the more,
These days when death wants more.

These days it does baffle me:
When death will smile at it' mean
And strike them in their pleas, it
smiles as they all cry, in it
doth he rejoice in joyful anxiety.

When the morning dew comes: it goes with a soul;
When the sun stands on the sea, it sleeps with a soul,
Oh; when will all this end? These days when death
smile and nev'r cry, these days when hot hell' breath
calls more to eternal rest, when will death itself rest?

"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace
© Great Intellects'

Footprints by Akinwale Peace

© Akinwale Peace

Footprints.

I was lost, lost in the desert:
I was searching for my flower,
Then I saw the root; My cherished flower, 
of dim clueless root to my calm flower;
Then I saw the stream springs on the desert.

I traced its root, it's the foot prints
I traced the root to the stream springs'
I traced my flower's root, it springs!
I traced it to the brooks, it sings!
I traced its root, it's the foot prints

Fortunately, I then saw it;
The brooks are chirping, it dances,
Fortunately, I then saw it;
The waves are streaming, it dances,
I sensed the rhythm; it dances.

I was searching for my flower;
Then I saw the root; My cherished flower.

"words from the innocent mind"
               Philip Peace
© Great Intellects'

Summer night by Akinwale Peace

© Akinwale Peace

Summer night.

On this chilly cold summer night;
Doth the winds beat my roof by night
and exposed me to an awe fright,
As I nev'r expect'd the sudd'n knight;
On this chilly cold summer night.

It came beating faster, birds flew
and legs ran toes touching head, few
were the stars that shine for they view
behind the clouds why it cries, pew!
The weeping drops spoiled my night's view.

On this chilly cold summer night;
Doth the drops dropped on summer night,
but the rain has been cursed on summer night
why doth it dropped on summer night?
Well, I smiled at rhythm at the summer night.

"words from the innocent mind"
                Philip Peace
© Great Intellects'

We are Africans by Afolabi Hameed

© Afolabi Hameed

"We are Africans".

We are the wisest living among the wise,
We are the dangers liv'ng among lice',
We are the biggest living with the biggest;
We are the biggest living like smallest.

We are the goodest' in the baddest:
We are the finest in the finest
And also the ugly in the finest,
We are the oldest and the newest.

Africans, we are the realest,
Africans we are the fittest,
We are the dreamer seeming like a pretender;
We are the pretender seeming like a dreamer.

Our skin is alluring,
Our eyes look seem naivety
But our scream is scary;
Our colour is soft black and shining.
 
We get all we want when we say we want it:
We averse what we abhor and stand against it,
We are the cognizance that uses it against our selves;
And the ignorance that stands against our selves.

We are the originals':
We are the vary signals:
We are the comfort in danger:
We are Africans!

  ©Hyfleen
the Lyrical to
Edited by Akinwale Peace
© Great Intellects'

I prithee night by Akinwale Peace

© Akinwale Peace

I prithee night.

When the sky smile and the moon weep:
When the soil moan as the blood seeps,
When the grave smile and the clay weeps;
When the atmosphere spreads sad needs,
When the sky smile and the moon weep.

The moon is crying, who'll appease?
The sun stretched itself on the sea;
The moon attacked in anger seen-
The day turned night and day, they weep
for the loss clay as the blood seeps.

Hot hell smile
and I cry:
When souls die
and death smile
Let corpse fight!

Eye for eye:
Death come nigh
Your end nigh;
I prithee night:
Let corpse fight!

"words from the innocent mind"
                Philip Peace
© Great Intellects'

I heard of the death of some people in Akwa Ibom, the church collapsed at night and it hurt my flesh to the least of my bone, may their soul rest in peace.

Death motivation by Afolabi Hameed

© Afolabi Hameed

"Death motivation"

Where are you strong head?
Life has no renovation
Young mind flying bird
Death comes in a different motivation.

All forms of accident is it' reasonability:
The victims cries for the pain of agony,
The victims' feelings for that moment is uncertainty;
Death comes through it and man inhale his breathing.

Sleeping is an enjoyable moment of man's life:
And also working moment for the soul which rife,
When all the organ of the body roo
Death comes through it and woo the roo.

Death is an unwanted and needed clown
He still operates like he's the needed crown.

  ©Hyfleen
the lyrical toy
Edited by Akinwale Peace
© Great Intellects'

They are dead by Akinwale Peace

© Akinwale Peace

They are dead.

They that reside in the soil
and their breathe smells as mans' toil;
They that stood tall as a slant short pole
and welcome heads as they bow their whole.

They that feed on palm oil as stew
and sucked blood as food in their view.
They that feed heads as their meats
and the world bow at their feet.

They that stood tall and feared no war
They that are dead but live at war,
They that live six feet and still breath
They that are unknown but known in death.

Stop all these superstition!
I hate the real illusion!
The gods are dead, our blood has killed their lives!
The gods are dead, their tale only survives.

"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace
© Great Intellects'