Tee2emm

OPEN LETTER TO HIS EXCELLENCY SIMON LALONG, THE EXECUTIVE GOVERNOR OF PLATEAU STATE. I, just like every well meaning indigene of our dear state (Plateau State) have followed, with care and attention, your position on the "Grazing Route and Reserve Bill" which your government have called other name(s), like Ranches. It is no longer news that you are soliciting acceptance and support for this bill on the home front in spite of the people's take on this same issue. To start with, the bill on the floor of the house clearly stipulates "The Grazing Route and Reserves Bill" but you on the other have been trying to convince the people of Plateau State that it is Ranches you are soliciting support for. In this view, I can't help but ask the following questions:- 1. Which of the two are you campaigning for, (a) The Grazing Route and Reserve Bill or (b) Ranches If it is not the Grazing Routes and Reserves Bill you have been seeking support for, there is no need

Old to r enew our bonds and bones We could cash both on the stock exchange floor of friendship As we sail backwards on time ship Collecting the artifacts of memories strung with different emotional ribbons .

Dear modest and quiet moon At the utter of your name I swoon Dear arrogant sun Your end became visible since you begun You, my moon and sun at the same time If love be an offense, be my crime. Tee2 emm

This road I take is like the belly of the end Both narrow and broad, all straight, not one bend I've spent eternity traveling But I've not left it's beginning This road I take is the belly of the end.

I still haven't learned a thing The rod on my young behind The long late night sermons I still miss the arithmetics I still haven't learned a thing Marauding uncles, aunties and cousins Clawing from all angles I'm that scared child you left that cruel Sunday evening, the 25th of September. ~ Tee2 emm

I am this sweet, beautiful hummingbird I am enchanted by my singing skill My soul dances to this sweet song my heart sings I do not flaunt my beautiful feathers nor skilled wings My phobia for heights is gone Now I soar over myself, admiring that I am become. ~ Tee2 emm

The clock tick-tocks slow today. I have rehearsed and re-rehearsed what to say, Waiting for the time's alert to play. For short, she is Miss Bake, My name was no longer Tok but Blake. My T-shirts swapped for suits to fit into the fake. The clouds of size and judgement gathering over the Father's countenance In silence, my heart counting it's chaplet of penance. Apprehension, my worst nightmare may chance In spite doubts, the father had a rich warm handshake Miss Bake still seems a mix-take and mistake So I brace me to swim my precarious lake

We left shore with hopes for new lands The journey has seen many a day and night Our solid grounds of hopes and dreams gives way to fear and despair. New lands still a drunk's dream while shore is long out of sight Eyes and necks going sore from being sprained and stretched Searching for some kind of hope, a glimpse of light Land at last But which is better, lands we found or lands we left The joy at take off seems to supersede the laughter at landing Home in our hearts seems to have been cleft But home still holds our hearts while our bodies wander this foreign lands We dared untangling but our hands are not so deft

I see you like man sees the moon, stars, sun Gone even before they come I yearn to come close But the sight is best from afar. I could stay here and stare But perfume's essence is inside its jar. Your words hold my hand; Stimulate discharge from my poetic glands; Push the horizons so I'll expand Extra candles you burnt to stay up late To hold my thoughts through the narrow gate Staying an everglade We're running the same race Each at his own pace. Not a race to a prize But a race to a place. Winning's how many cross the finish lace. ~ Tee2emm

The clouds have cried on us Waking a good evening weather Now the heat bedeviling our days lay rust Our bed will smile to embrace us tonight Our pillows will sooth our path to dreamland Where our Utopia lay in wait. Fly on wings of beautiful sleep Let your blanket rock you like a baby in a cradle Let the clock ship the night to the morning side of the sea So you may wake with a yawn into the bliss of dawn Let angels captain the ship So shore will be a surety That your dreams may be tinged with grace Steered away from the course of cruel nightmares. Sleep like a toddler Sleep like a peer with angels Sleep sweet.

Hi Hello Her stares, blank Do the maths quick The past's on replay Dumbstruck in beauty's face

Scenes from those days replay Sham roses blossom Cut short the bliss Wither, wilt Seen it Dream

Close your eyes, dare to trust Beyond flesh and lust In the blindness of our eyes lies the sight of our minds Let's soar on wings of dreams, to escape this mortal confines.

Birthdays and death days, a tale of two graves We survive the first to earn our first breath Then prowl the face of this earth, all chained slaves Chains made of a fine blend of life and death The further we, the more the grave craves.

My clothes are beautiful My smell is sweet, that's why you love me My life has been awful I didn't just find myself like this Days and nights have been cruel I stayed focus that's why I am me.

Life germinating from the East Swallowing whole the nightly beast The break just ended, time to get back on set Without a script nor cameras let's act this playlet.

Who am I? A seed two souls planted in the dark? Who am I? Question on questions I stark Bare butt playing with the earth The holes we dug as though searching for our C h'i With time, the hubbub of days eroded our innocent hearts Simplicity of days was rapped, dreams the offspring Galloping on the wild horse of life Haze and fog set in Life made way for strife The destination hardly certain The breeze of societal norms blew I got lost in its hurricane Worry and sadness found fertile soil thus grew In this darkness and quack mire, I found myself and all became plain.

This wallet is worn and old But it's worth, my heart still holds Memories that will never grow cold A history waiting to be told Our kids will leave to know This first gift their mom, in my hands, bestowed I still remember like it was this morning En brèf, that's how I carry you with me We never part You are always fresh in my heart Love you always, Nerat

To this shallow life make no claim We are journeying whence we came Everything here's a grand charade Life and dead both the same hands made Wild ambitions are for the tame Set for the kill at precise aim All excuses are tagged lame Its a compulsory parade To this shallow life This life is a tragic brief game Yes we play it but it does maim Clouds of life and dead, we're a glade

Kabooom The the world became It took time for the flower to fully bloom Everything has evolved, then and now are not the same Let there be, and there was Let's make man, one like us And the world began, thus God stayed God through it all But when the atheist quest for flesh collides with a wall Clarity befalls him, he sees the big bang theory's flaw Pride and self has led to a fall, in prayer both knees crawl The penance will last till the flesh finds it way back up.

Glances and second stares But I was too engaged to even care Engaged meeting her for the first time After meeting her too many times Perfect familiar strangers Familiarity took form The pace of blood flow slowed down The I realized what she had won for us, All the eyes in terminus. It was the funky clothes she was wearing She knows how to combine weird into great. So time strolled pass us chit chatting Staring eyes doing their own rating Nice coincidental outing, we should do this again. ~ Tee2emm

Even the sun wanes at dusk Life in itself seems a hoax At some point day becomes night At some, night bows to sunlight Beauty sometimes transforms into plight Sometimes the same thing can be both wrong and right I will paint you with love into flamboyance No guarantees, but I will try to tame my annoyance This same mouth that sings beautifully of love Will someday slip and wreck the boat All of these sets us up for the test But my chest will always be your head rest I will take off my 'I'm only human' garment And love you till my skin wreaks your smell.

I love kissing her round lips Suckling her essence till the last drip I have kissed her in different shades and skin; Brown, white, even green. Her love is always one way; her way All my visits never gets a repay And the labour goes without a payday I'm not the only one she dates, all had same to say Of all the billions she has dated, she is still a virgin and a spinster. Oh, I am loving her and hating her. We have never been apart, today is the start. Hi, I am Tom and I am an alcoholic. ~ Tee2 emm

Some of us were born grown While some of us got the chance to grow Thus into the sea of hustles of life we were fully thrown The dining table depended on how many times we went to and fro She knows the Aba streets and it's squalour To the tourist on her tray she is a trusted guide Her red purse praying the reason for her tour doesn't stay fallow So it's return home shall be swollen with pride Some have called it child labour But the family sees in her a favour It's smile depends on her sore soles Without her, the tale of Aba is like a bucket with holes. ~ Tee2 emm

Time seems to slip by too fast Even before it is fully present, it is already past I'm not sure I've sufficiently learnt how to love you But you are a dream I yearn to see come true. Though to the grave we file To a life of permanent exile You will be the reason I smile This epistle will not be the last With every baby sun I will love you anew I know the shadows life and strive cast I pray I've learned how to shield you from the way I grew For my love, don't be a-gast. We loved you even before there was an isle I will break the odds till I fit into the frame of a perfect Father's profile. ~Tee2emm

Your poetry plugs my right string Most often I have had to pinch myself back to being Your words ensnares like a beautiful dream Cloud one to eight sewn without a seam Shimmering effects that defies focusing My lips read, leading my soul to a scream Ecstatic from this red wine made from words One more round of the surfing Clawing and clawing to catch the beam To, some how, tame my being from whirling So my body and my soul would stay a team My coarse hands may never hold you, so I'll keep holding your poems while hallucinating Watching you from afar like a star gleam From a string, then two, now you strum my fantasy chords . ~ Tee2emm

Whistling my way into them trenches Seduced by my wishful hunches Casually dawdling pass reality Pass peace, calm and clarity Everything under the sun had a start This wild dream owes it's to my heart Now we're bound, like the moon and stars, and cannot part This wish has too many branches All too precarious that I can't swing from any with certainty Each mirrors my fear of crutches I drove here in a barrow of curiosity Now I seek confession from too many churches Being here has made my being too filthy Now I stand in the rain of my own making that drenches . ~ Tee2emm

Tap tap tap Morale is growing high Feel our souls clap This punch dispenses no pain, draw nigh? The waves are high and still rising Let's entangle in a dance and let our hearts sing. ~Tee2emm