If there be a rock in the past
If it makes you think it won’t last
If evil is all your mind’s die can cast
Let it go
Somehow it looks like a cycle
You’re rice and life’s just been a sickle
Ride away on hope’s bicycle
Let it go
Though you see no gleaming light
Though your day is as dark as night
Take this little word to heart
Let it go
You hold the keys to the lock
You open the doors when the hurts knock
Unchain your mind from that old rock
Let it go
Priscilla
ucTRUTH
© 2019
Last night, i got laid
Doubt came to me in my dreams
And had an intercourse with my mind
I am five months gone
Carrying these thoughts around
Hoping to abort this abomination
So, let me break open my insecurities
Hoping to make an omelet
Because today is fry-day
Shots fired
Fear has breathed its last
I am shut fire
Ready to explode at last
This is suicide
I die to rise, call it Easter
Fear skews sight
Jesus fixed it, Bethsaida
I love a meal of eggs,
Egg-xactly omelets.
The way we can whisk two together or maybe more,
Like the intercourse of minds, like the grind of spirits.
And isn’t beautiful, the wet and slip of waters, the freshness like a new day, the way it all becomes familiar and new?
As we sit at tables set before enemies ,
Fellowshipping with sips of living tea and chewing bread alive, making alive,
That the omelet served is faith, the abortion to every doubt.
Isn’t it beautiful, the sparks that fly as iron sharpens iron, and ideas are born for the time they arrive?
Don’t you just love a meal of omelets?
Olaoye Adeleye
Ezeonyeka Godswill
St. Davnique
© 2019
#Fry-day
#FreestlyeFriday
Faith wears
Knowledge as an anklet, a jungle boot
Saves your thorn trudging soles
And lights your thistle-bush swamped soul
With glints, glimpses of rays
From the Heavens
Then faith wears
You out
Makes you see yourself as a lion
Starving in the jungle, mocked
By an abundance that attacks your tongue
A world wrestling to claim your eyes
Faith offers you sight
Makes you lay down in green pastures
To be killed, to die, and die again
As you preach peace
In a world where wild fights
Fill the heart with joy
Chukwu Simeon Chidiebere
Ikenna Nwachukwu
© 2019
It is so ridiculous
How we fear death
A riddle, cool course
Why we want to live on earth
Life is to death
As death is to life
Man is to earth
As earth is to man
It’s OK we die
Because it’s a metamorphosis for one to live
At some point, we will say goodbye
To the old hives, we’ve lived
Failure could be death
Challenges could be death
Depression could be death
But the ability to overcome, prompts a new life
Definitely we will die someday
And there awaits us another life
The believers call this eternal
When we shall become immortal
But until we die, can we live such
Adethatwrites
© 2018
Darling,
You can let me see the whole you,
You can stand bare before me half dark, and still soar if you’ll just let me show you,
I know life has left you stripped of all the things you couldn’t have,
Swept you off your feet from heights you couldn’t dive,
Dared you with shocks you couldn’t nerve,
Will you let me be it’s one slave that wouldn’t serve?
I’ll defy my master and dare to die,
If you will let your hands fall by your sides,
Let not the darkness cause you lie,
Cos I’m all black and still dare to fly,
To our advantage let’s stir the light,
That years from now when we add to age,
We would look back in time a time at dusk,
When unreachable seemed the giant’s tusks,
In a moment of shame and leap at once
we shadowed the form that birthed us,
Darling.
UCtruth
© 2018
Christ a poet 