Tee2emm

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We have built the wrong bridges They have taken us to the wrong places Yet we insist we must ply them We have cried the wrong tears They have hurt those that hold us dear Yet we don't seem to realise We have woken up with the wrong dream They have set us on a wild chase Yet we forge deeper blinded by this dream We have leaned on the wrong shoulders They have made us fall over ourselves Yet we don't see the strength in self We keep doing the wrong things for the right reason Forgetting, we can't go to heaven by climbing up ladders

In this day and age Where the Sun shines even at night We still walk as though we are in the dark In this day and age Where we can simultaneously see our face and the back of our heads But we seem to have lost the sense of their difference In this day and age Where we can see tomorrow from yesterday We are still burning the bridge that connects the two worlds In this day and age Where even the bones of our forcefully enslaved ancestor are liberated We are still putting shackles on the feet of their seeds In this day and age Where we thought we have ran far enough from our past Only to realise we are back where we were Are we just running from our shadows? Were we born for these chains and cages? Has our yesterday crept into our today? I used to think blindness was about sight But the eyes of Libya have proved me wrong #SayNoToSlavery #Libya

  Why do we seek to do and be what others approve? When our hearts crave for what it loves Crave to be with the moon and stars above, Or fly like a love untamed white dove And dance to the pure rhythm of nature's groove. Thus in this misplaced quest, what we have we lose.    Slowly, now, we are crawling In a quest for a place more homely. Slowly, slowly still crawling Towards that place we spent our whole childhood dreaming. A place filled with laughter from fulfilled dreams.    Life just whispered in my ears "Why do you bear this much fear? Cast your mind beyond now and here And you see what beauty life drips here and there, Beauty plenty enough for all to have a share".    Finally we have found a place, That place with true solace Where our laughters brilliance Collides with the mid-day's sun-rays Spilling happiness and brightening our hitherto sad faces.    At last the moment is come No more wear from an endless roam Smile and merry for now

Dance in your straw, the harvest is ready As is the barn to meet a wife long gone The village square yearns your wooden face As are the youthful shoulders you ride on The piata brewed, our spirits renewed The drums are wearing new fury faces Women and girls have vacated the town Boys waiting to be men in skin dresses . You have danced the harvest dance, its rain dance Your own piece of the yam is on the hoe Don't be late, farms are hungry, our hoes ache New mouths await thus more new crops to grow #Tee2emm

Dear queen of this deserted throne, The chirping birds and crickets; The croaking frogs behind our home seem to have traveled with you. I have swimmed this deep sea of space and silence, It is warm and it is cold. I will study stars if they can foretell your return. I have felt the frostbite of our memorable moments, Bringing you close to my heart and further from our bed. I argue with myself if we are better apart or together But teeth and tongue have taught me better. Dear queen of this deserted throne, Return and breathe life into this clay-molded Adam. Dear warrior of my kingdom, This city is beautiful with its golden monuments. The birds here fly with pride And the people walk with majestic strides, But, in spite it's beauty and glory, It feels like a beautified royal cemetery. Its monuments look like tombstones, This is where beauty exemplifies ashes. I have wished to fly home on milky ways, To lay my weary head on your bosom. Dear warrior of my kingdom,

If only you'll take a sip You'll find, my words intoxicates I make deserts seem a heaven for a trip I'm a flirt for words, there ain't her g-spot I can't locate I don't need no compasses, I know how to navigate No dream belongs in a bin, they're all for keeps Dreams and actions are all we can ever equate So I paint my words to kiss her lips Every day is a beautiful date To drive destiny on the wheels of fate Only the insane dares to be the first to leap When it is the unknown on the other side of the gate Sometimes shallow is another kind of deep So I cast my bait and just wait No time to waste, I can't afford being late I have my quiet to keep So conflicting thoughts may debate One thing at a time to avoid rotten heap It's an intra-battle, who will, better, rate We must embrace to erase the goodbyes we hate (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry #Night 26

Once we were strung with lack So we wore rags To Conceal as much as we can Now we have We are still wearing what we wore because of lack Rags, picked from the racks of expensive stores It just seems, we always want what we don't have But when we get what we wanted when we did not have We run right back to wishing we have what we had. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Who lives pass his life All candles go out with time Let's shine while we can (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Wallet with greens Faces with grins Tomorrowm's tongue waiting to gossip Wallet is drained The glowing faces are gone Like the clouds after the rain Friends for the while of wealth Become acquaintances that fell off friends tree #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry #Tee2emm

He used to live in a clustered space in the back of our heads Then, the doors of our choices were within reach Constantly cautioning what door to open or close Then, humanity flourished on the manure of inhumanity. Our heads got rewired He got evicted without prior notice Our brains grew muscular from walking the treadmill of self Our hearts and minds lost connection He was left out in the cold without a home. Strangled by the bare hands of negligence Now he lays baked by coals of inhumanity His casket is made of wickedness and selfishness His mourners are dressed in casualties of war and terror His grave is built with the blocks of hate The tombstone is inscripted with the unreasonable ink of doom (c) #Tee2emm

LOVE She is not in the tears She is the first glimmer of smile after it She is not the sweet icing on the cake She is just beneath it, confused whether to be sweet, sour or bitter She is not the perfect time of the day She is the morning gentle sun, the scorching mid day sun and the evening picturesque golden Sun She is not just the healing balm She is both the harm and the treatment She is not only right She has two hands, the right and the wrong. She is not always love She can sometimes be hurt She is not only the butterfly times She has her worst times like a weather She doesn't always lighten She sometimes burdens Love, she has a beautiful pair of piercing eyes Beware of her alluring charming smile Perfect love is an illusion But like a spider, she builds a perfect web Be the insect, let her trap you in her webbing #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Like kids rushing out to play The clouds are gathering Pregnant with a Siamese twin of joy The clouds are gathering Like the tears of children missing their long-gone mom With arms starving for an embrace The clouds are gathering Two hearts budding in readiness to bloom like a rose Bees of love hovering in wait to suckle from the nectar The clouds are gathering Like blood clotting around a bruised heart Let the rain pour and dissipate the ache The clouds are gathering Like a crowd of psychofans around a royalty. Strings and horns, harps and cellos Let the singing begin (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

IF I MUST If I must, I will marry the moon So she will bear me billions of stars If I must, I will cheat with the sun Her every breath will breathe us to life If I must, I will have rain for a concubine Her tears make all things beautiful If I must, I will sow seeds of love on the fertile field of my heart She is too white to bear black stains of hate If I must, I will fornicate with peace Start casting your stones, I know there are many saints If I must, I will embrace myself She is the only one with a warm heartfelt hug If I must, I will make the most of my clock No man gets another once she is broken. If I must, I will. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

I lost her and the memories in her pockets My mind still crawls the paths I took I miss the feel of her on the right cheek of my buttocks I miss her old wrinkled skin I lost her and the thoughts within her torn womb Will I ever find another like her again? I miss her not for the 5 and 10 nairas she miserly holds I miss her not for the bits of thoughts on rumpled papers within her breast Today I lost her and the tales she is yet to tell None other has the voice nor the eloquence to tell like she would I miss her not because of her beauty I miss her because of the beauty of the hand that gifted her. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

As children, we were leaders of tomorrow Tomorrow came but nothing changed At least we succeeded in becoming hoodlums The name they call us for airing our views As youths we are still leaders of tomorrow The youthship we are still tussling over with our fathers' age Scrambling for the crumbs of our own ration The ration that has been served to dogs Dead has infiltrated our shield Tammed hungry lions with titanium nozzles Cornered, no escaping and no fighting back The design seems for us to fail Even when we fail, we are chided for failing The leaders of a tomorrow that has defied dawning Youth, the chained strength of the nation Are we just for the appellation and never for the action? (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Long after the rain The field will still count its gain Long after the momentary pain In our hearts the laughter and joy will forever remain Memories are like the rainbow after the rain Like the sun on a longer day that has refused to wane Llike a white shirt with a crimson stain Memories are like the way one finds tr ue love Like a.blue sky flooded with many a dove They are like the portrait from a childhood They are like the receipt of a fully paid but not delivered purchase Memories are like friends, family, love and kids Memories are like a time machine Memories are like a beautiful pair of wings (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Driving through the thick fug of widowhood Her sun seemed without plans of rising Days are puzzles not to be understood. High as she forge she finds herself diving She had tears because she had her fears In her garden, weed and wheat are the same But time's like a gardener with shears He knows what to trim at precise aim Toiling to rig holes through the heart of time She must write on the palm of its gold scroll Her axe is too blunt to break through the lime Tomorrow is almost here for its toll The ride was rough as the road was tough She found her heaven for she rode on love

I see your beautiful eyes glitter with tears I see the shades of sadness your heart wears Yet you put up a face to conceal your face Like a rose blossom smiling in the sun on a pile of thorns Now is not the time for "I'm only human" It is the time to be human To own up to my flaws To wear remorse before the mirror of my wrongs Now is not the time for ego and hubris It is the time to define what right or wrong is So I reap off my false garment of perfection I undo my makeup of righteousness Every teardrop you shed leaves my heart in shreds Every second of bitter silence we share awakens the demons in my head This piece of poetry is purposed to appea s e the gods I've displeased (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

The sound of sweet songs Friendships are a tasking art The book without wrongs (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

They are like little crystals of ice Their beauty is irresistible to the eyes But they are as beautiful as they are lies Time defines their reality and falacy They are a morning darkened by dew They stay beautiful only for a minute or two They give a lazy day it's cue But the first ray of the sun decides their fate They are like the clouds before an afternoon rain They cover the sun like a warm blanket when the weather goes insane But their life is strung around the duration of the rain The rain is a decider their truth and false Lies are like a makeup Beautiful only for a while. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsPrOperty Day 16

We are chapters of a great book Some come lengthy, others brief Some bring joy and others grief Her rough old cover will turn you off at first look. She is complete, yet unfinished Every micro-second births a new line While every new born has a new page to define She is as ugly or beautiful as we have her furnished She is as old as the first piece of our puzzle As young as the newest infant in its craddle Her pages are young and old, like a riddle Every dawn and every birth makes her age fizzle The great book that has no pages W r itten in letters, sentences, paragraphs and chapters of us All fitting perfectly together with a great fuss Both our beauty and our garbages Like every beautiful book, every line and page completes her make up Erasing a line diminishes her Reaping a page renders her incomplete. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Dreaming Screaming Awaking Shrieking Dreaming of horror, screaming from terror Awaking, shrieking with a heart fear tore (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

It is the first cry of a child Like the sound of a perfect orchestra Let's listen with hearts drenched in love; With souls drowned in awe. It is the first word of a child Like the door knob to laughter and joy Let's walk into the beauty of life; Into a place where nature's voice soothes. It is the first light of dawn Like the first note of a classic song Let's swap shoes for the dance; Into the collision of sweet sounds, take a chance. It is the first splatter of a waterfall Like the roaring of a circus lion Let's melt into the arms of nature; Into the beautiful quiet of a night. It is the sound of a home Like the welcome embrace of a missed loved one Let's sing the day a lullaby So we can bask in the beauty of a stary night. (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Willy Nilly Shilly Shally Willy nilly we came, candidates. Shilly shally, with graves we keep dates (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

We began from "I love you" Today we say "I do" The reaffirmation our hearts are true True to the stary nights it took to woo True to the promises whispered on the Jos cold breeze From clattering lips avoiding it's chills True to you and me Today we leave the shores of singlehood Today we sail into the bossom of bliss Where the glow of your skin compliments the sun Where our smiles will paint the walls of our heart brilliant white Where our strength together will keep us from falling Where your breath smells like the essence of jasmine Today, without fears, we sail Co-captains of this same ship Co-passengers on an adventurous trip Let's sail away from the present into the future Today we make this bed on which we would sleep Your head on my bossom As our hearts beat in synchrony Your arms around my shoulders I will carry you and all your cares Take my hand and walk with me Today my bride became complete My bride and my bride The mothe

This house used to be a home It's four wall keeping the warmth of heart beats inside But like a dress, she is now turned inside out Her belly is cold while outside her is now warm This four walls once defined the blood inside our hearts But we are now divided along the same four walls Same blood we share seeks the others head This house was a home before the dawn of self Before envy crept into the vocabulary Before we knew we had difference Before the laughters and hugs lost the sound of heart beat Love got lost in the race Hate became the fuel for keeping pace Homes are always lost to the most trivial of things (c) #Tee2emm #40DaysAnd40NightsOfPoetry

Sometimes it takes more than a hand to give As it takes more than breathing to live It's a jungle of needy faces It seems we are all charity cases Deluge of needs without means to mop Another set threatening to crop The life is an endless quicksand We all can use a hand We all have our own need The genuine and those driven by greed Some need a hand, others an ear Others, a candle to frighten there fear Give like a tree sheds its leafs in Autumn Don't hold back self or wealth, give in quantum

Is it another day to watch the clock count the hours? The mind builds but the heart cannot hold the towers I guess we are far from spring and further from flowers Leafs long lost, thus the capacity to cook chlorophyll With emotions frozen and numb, how does one feel? Is it another day of a wasted sun? Hearts are set on a pier of hate to burn Speeding down the wrong road yet expecting to get home Man and humanity are on a reversed run When the formula has flaws, shouldn't we know the outcome? Is it another day of chants of silence? Faces glow under the bright light of pretence Society burns in the fires of negligence Unknowingly, the future is sold for a few pence Who dares speak when silence offers solace? Is it another day to waste in wait? Laze around and wait on the doom fated fate All witnesses to life and dead's date To give the future a hand, all hesitate All dressed sleek, who will open the gate Is it another day to just count what day it is? Is it a