Africa

Black skins immaculate souls
we are Africans, the pride
of the creator, from kilimanjaro
he veiw the world, that makes
Africa the continent of God.
we are Gold mix with diamond
the wind from the west ship us
out now we are sky, never
desolated we are African.

The ego of mama africa possess
our blood so our tails are far
from dust. Beauty is black so
we are the face of the earth the
home of the seven rivers, the
voices of fascinating creatures
pin the jungle made us believe
that black is the is the race and
Africa the root, in unison we beat

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Celebration Of Death

Laying breathless like a log
with the little white stone in my
mouth taking every record of those
who show their love, Let my love
ones touch my head to my toe.
Jamboree is the order of the day,
drink to your full, hips move with legs.

Lift me up, let my wood box be touch
by all, tears of joy is the other of the
day, guess why cos it is the celebration
of the death, star in death, paparazi
taking shots. As i go down let flowers
trees rejoice cos am bringing blessing.
Heaven is open as the celebration
continue, the fact is that i will be back
after the celebration of the death.

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Erotic Scene pt 1

The sand at the ashore of
the ocean paints our body,
the sensitive full moon takes
record of our moves, The stars
are really cute tonight, smiles
never desert us, my chest is
your poillow and drawing board
your hair is my tendy.the sound
that comes from the oceans praise
our body as we grind to it. with our
lips fortifying our love, our hands do
the talking. I feel your lips on my ear
my heart beat fast, tears drops, my
hand find your hips as we grind ourselves
home, breathing heavily our hands shiver
smokes find it way out of our mouths, as
we reach your climax, screaming in ecstasy.

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My Quotes

I do sent out love sometimes it rebound with hatred, but still am not quiting on love..

If only we can allow the love in us to grow it will subdue the hate in us and this planet will be full of peace.

When love find you no matter how radical you are you will surely preach love..

Life is a wilderness full of obstacles but am determine to find my way out..

Poetry have play am major role in my life by bring out the emotional side of it out, sometime it come with joy and pain.

We are birds with dreams of building nets in the sky..

My mother tears is my soul so my determine not to let one drop.

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Me And Nature

I love to enjoy the wind that
rule the shore of the ocean,
i love to enjoy the wild sun
of Africa and the expatacular
snow of of europe,
i love to enjoy the beauty and
the fragrance of flower that
grace the soil of Africa (Europe,
America) .

I love to enjoy the divine beauty
of the sky at nite when the sun
and the stars proof their worth,
i love to enjoy the rain so when
it pour i dance my way through
it.

I love to enjoy the green grass so
when am within them i feel them
with my hands

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Shaka The Zulu

Here he comes with his muscular
body, in his hands lay the symbol
of Africa the symbol that have sent
many great warriors six feet beneath.
The sound of his voice bring silence
among the bird of the sky.

Shaka the son of Zulu he believe that he
is a true son of Africa.In the battle field
with the great symbol of Africa in his hands
he believe that nobody can defeat him, his
peer believe that he is a god among the
living creature.

Shaka the Zulu he believe in the black power
with iron hands he rule the people of Zulu with
the help of the witch doctors he conquer the
Africa.The name Shaka bring fear in the camp
of the white.

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Street Of Lagos

This is street of Lagos
one of the greatest city in
Africa.In the street layed
the crowd of the country
it is known as a meeting
place for all ethnic.
This is Lagos.

This is lagos in the street
sit the beggar, beging for arms
the noise in the streets can
rise the dead from the grave.
Fights at the end of the street
day by day, as the leaves
fall from the tree day by
day, that is how people fall
down in the street.
This is Lagos.

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Second Round Ok

Why shooting from far? like women
dropp your gun let hit the ring and
throw punches for fun, i promise you
second round ok.Bang bang it
sound like a gun shot, but that
is the sound of my punches. I
got the move of Ail, the raw of
Tyson, harder than the klitschko
brothers.You will be drow in my
ocean of punches, after one round
you will be punching the air cos your
eyes will be fold.30 second into
the second round i can see you
staggering cos you are intoxicate
from my punches.you are in my
jungle and you are not going same
man cos your mouth will be broken
you face full of blood, black face shall
go with it.haahaa! why making love
to my canvass? .I got the braging

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Sons Of Our Father

The field is green, sky high one at a time we go.
The two legs move so fast lookin up and it is blue
all the way.paradise on earth you can call it. Here
we feel his love.smile all over his face.
Lord let this moment never pass i pray, cos i prefred
it to oppsite side of him.

Before going to bed his lips touch ours with smiles
written all over his face.In him i see the man i want
to be in future, he never hit us, she is the one that
do all the dirty job, but whenever she does it i know
is for our own good.

Dad want is death? my younger one asked, i can
see smile fade from his face, it is a msytery son
a big one, but we shall all go home one day. But
dad we are at home now.Not this one the up there,
i mean heaven, that is if you live a holy life, son.
But i guess i have to go first.Why dad? because
elders have to go frist.

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Mystery

As the wind blew away leaves
from the surface of earth
that is how my genaration will
be blow away one day,
i wonder if the great potter
will give me the privilage
of exchanging rings.
Will she be pretty as mona lisa
or ugry as my consin cici (cecilia) ?
Will i see my seeds and their seeds
simling at me maybe they would
not like me around.

Will I live this world in a natural
way or will my fellow creature
take my life? that is the mystery
i can't explain.when the time
comes will she put on the
traditional black and black?

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