NEW BOOK COMING SOON
In less than a month, I will be releasing my fourth chapbook! Woot!
Natural Order Of Things
not eveything will follow
the natural order of things
i am a poet
An archaeologist is the best husband any woman can have; the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.
a therapy of feminine voice
sometimes, that feminine voice can just be all a man needs to find peace & joy & rest at the end of the day.
of nigeria, nigerians & sickening clownry
if youths, enter the following code
armoury:// their voice// offense:// spoke up//
tag:// terrorists
solution:// harass, arresst, massacre, trigger tribal discord
How Sour Does Love Taste?
water colour / cardboard paper
splash some colours / make still art dance surugede
Don’t Scorn Love
If you had been where I have been in the strange land accursed,
And you had seen what I have seen,
You would not laugh at love.
Of Dreams And Distractions
We’ve seen you dance, we know of your wiles and the sweetness ab initio of your subtle sting.
Deep, a poem
Deep, a poem talks about the dept of being the same and changed and the dept of being what makes us decay.
May
may you discover that the love you crave for
was within you, waiting in line, all along
Don’t Come Looking For Me
When a family member commits suicide, the entire family is plunged into confusion and grief. Life is instinctually valued by all of life’s creatures.
We With Weak Lungs
Weak lungs are vulnerable as an empty shell, breaking at the slightest touch. This poem is dedicated to my lungs and my phobia for cold.
Sweet Sin
I think I’ve seen the devil
I kissed her lying luscious lips.
The Rose Of Sharon Is Alive
today, when you visit my tomb, do not come with dead flowers.
GOOD FRIDAY: MY JESUS, THE CRUCIFIED.
They spit upon His meekness, and struck Him in the face. They swung their whips with hatred and stripped Him in disgrace. Deep worked the Roman anger that tortured Him, […]
Of Coronavirus And Aba
There’s Coronavirus in every open refuse dump before Wuhan had her first case.
She’s Sabrina, And That’s All That Matters
They say she’s a bottle of liquor.
What does it matter?
I’d drink her until my vision is blurry.
The Texture Of Faith Thickens As Rituals Spools It
the texture of faith cannot deepen with the wool of rituals.
Answers With Question Mark
what if the creator is a witty illusionist playing chess with timelines of our existence?
Anchored On Christ
Sometimes, the pilgrim’s journey to heaven is disrupted by challenges that wearies the soul. This is a plea by a weary soul to the Lord. May our anchor hold in times of storm.
