ADE A TRUE BROTHER

Ade, his wall so thick,

You couldn't hear it crack,

These quarters of tender,

Stands a smooth operator,

Brother from another mother,

Designed for diverse sisters,

And fond brothers, no haters,

A chap who works to beat the system,

Respected from a distance,

Admiration, a status away,

His pillars, loyalties, and relationships,

True uncommon virtue never slumbers here,

A little haven of refuge from the world,

A friend who honors without envy,

A smile without motive,

Am sure once in a while,

His opponents honor him for being the amazing intellectual,

Affirmations of a certain defiant faith that paid off,

He who chooses upright competence over tainted wealth,

The biggest lesson i want to share,

That i have learnt from this mysterious novel,

Is; "whatever you are, be a good one."

For its never about what you lost,

But what you have left.

DAYS AND DAYS

Do you know how petite a fine calendar day can be,

With the odor of bruised silence,

Asking for impossible freedom,

From the pain, better than the alternative,

What makes us special in lines of attack,

Touchy not knowing what else is going to rip us apart,

Lucky if it acknowledges us on its way out,

Each day begetting new disturbing revelations,

Like taxes, constant,

Year after year, breathing so sickly.

IN LOVE WITH YOU ALL THE TIME, BUT JUST LET ME BE ME.

My will gets weak,
The world is too fragile for people to be fictional,
There is too much at stake,
And life is too short to be aboard of that,
You want to say i wasted my heart?
We don't love the people we love because they are perfect,
We love them because they are,
There is no pundit with logical consistency in love,
Generic and lame,
You can pick on me at will,
Do not mythologize me though, for am very ordinary,
Forgo your editorial my dearest,
My colors never seem to grow fainter,
Tragically tangled, for am not secure in my skin,
Let me mature in my own terms,
Can be nauseating, but it would edge tough times for us,
The hardest thing tough, is knowing when to give up,
I watch you power through life, the dame tri-factor,
A sparrow on the roof, pondering high skies,
Appealing and young not only with looks but at heart too,
A delight plays a tune so that my lyrics would current in,
Making me feel like this world was lucky to have me,
And that is okay not to forever and a day, be strapping,
To rise above when the dreadful living checks in,
On the mornings, when you wake up feeling like a letdown,
In the only obsession you have worked hardest in your life,
Not ditching when i go through a rough patch,
Made loving you the correct thing i have done so far in my time,
And i still stand still by you, in love with you all the time,
So make my days, just let me be me.

THE PARAGRAPH OF SILENCE WRITES DEEP

People in pain,

Trailed by silence,
Paragraph their words deep,
Statistical short commas and fullstops,
Certain as calculus,
Simply overwhelmed by fear,
Stand by the belief that the truth is theirs,
The belief that they are indeed the ones at war,
Society measures their brains as deficient,
They detect a new kind of danger, a dirty bomb,
Yet to the silent, the concept of risk is fertile,

Unlike the noisy rain, the silent sweaty summer is subtle,
And society persists, sees no margin to kill silence,
Yet along, they wither wisdom and slaughter sanity,
And then roots the flower of dramatic irony,
Society stops silence from speaking of the stricken storm,
Scared of the permanence of change, while they asked for it,
Denying their own word while they spoke it with poise,
So let silence be, the indigenous tribe,
Like laboring against our own therapy,
Muscle the force of the lips, and not inflict speech with injury,
For silence is golden.

Frienemity

After tears of joy from the sweetness of consolation,
then came my being given the back seat with confirmation,
silence walked hand in hand with the viscous hand of the evil ministry,
close friendship was simply the opening of the school of self-inflicted complexity.

Wordy, my makmende...

Wordy, wordy, wordy....
Wordy u made me ready,
For my wordy imaginary friend,
You came to me as a God send,

The siren that shouts: silence is golden,
Serene like a fresh tulip in its youth,
Yet you are taken so far, far that i can't even touch the tip of your fingers,
Your aging thoughts exhaust your youthful thoughts,
And brew sedated thoughts,
Wordy, the makmende that is,
I want not to let be the makmende that was,
For the era screams Wordy and youtube better recognize this hero!

Wordy, my makmende...

I named him Wordy

Unspoken wordy, yet he speaks alot,
Quiet but full of surprises,
Never sensitive towards slavery,
Like a popular new treatment,
Not ready to play nice,
All his wars must be won,
Works to break every new player,
Thinks he can stop bullets,
I think he is dealing,
Legit medical reason,
Cause every compliment sounds like an accusation to him,
He thinks, and thinking sucks,
So he stops being wordy, thats his plan,
But i know he has a good heart,
I hope though, he cares for the truth,
He is broken in silence,
Yet his hallo is hi, only longer in words, though still short in intension,
His propensity of screwing things up grew instead of his desire to have fun,
Wordy, the ending to the wordless story, no stories,
Never acknowledges failure, or move past it,

Wordy tries not to be a jerk, but he still is work.

The power of knowing........

You know, its wise not to wire judgements towards a blind man for his lack of sight, silence in itself shouts INTERVENTION, i know, what a twisted way to make one confess, just like telling a gothic woman that tattooes don't age well, i know, quite painful, just like wishing a break up was a technicality, when you are praised because your choices were the same as your praiser's, i know, its never about you, is it ever? When a bride wishes that before giving marriage room, to a hopeless-to-be groom, swept off her feet with a dirty broom, and it took soon to doom! Its really okay when emotions lick, just let the power of knowledge win you a lottery to a wise pick.

A GIFT NAMED ADE

Am inspired by the man with a dimple,
Created a way of travel for happiness and made it ample,
First he caught my eyes as a celebrity look alike,
But after a conversation he gave my endeavors' Psyche,
Every time he popped up in my chat room,
I saw that my openness and even my vulnerability would loom,
Does he burn to be great?
Or is it that sense of self-worth was born his mate?
Its like he never suffered what other men invented,
For the way he serenaded his virtues,one would think his faults were never vented,
In my biography of souls , he is noted in my radiant pages,
For its not what he gives but what he shares that he prospers in ages,
His grand intentions, makes friends like i sink deep in gratitude,
In my memory of the heart, chunks this huge aptitude,
Ade, a good deed buffering in a wicked world,
And i happened to be a player, to whom this green ball you hurled,
Am not bending the truth to be kind but rather descending deceit to the dead,
The good ones might not have been born but within us they are made,
His painted smile stands in his profile photo,
But it always gives this stranger the friendship motto,
Though his wall coats different colors,
And guess what the shade utters?
Women standing on different parlors sipping amusing compliments,
Men expressing abundance of praise in simple statements,
Seems he never missed an opportunity to make others content,
No wonder i celebrate his simple acts of kindness so eminent,
We see failure seeming temporary and success permanent,
From somebody we have no claim, and he has a proper and scar less intent,
From him i have learnt through listening and internalizing his advice,
Because in women such men can tell the moral fiber of vice,
Everyone can find fault, few can do better,
Ade you are like a book, the gift in you can be read not only now but also later.