I'll be good to you
My spirit; my soul
Silver and gold
My body awhole
I'll give 'em to you

Tell me and I will do
Sing or dance
This or that
Write or fight
Anything you want me to

Break or bend
Just say when
Day or night
Wrong or right
I'll be here for you

Rain or shine
Your burden's mine
Truth or dare
Anywhere
I'll walk the path with you

Through fire through cold
Young or old
Weak or bold
Heart or hold
I’ll give my all to you

Say the word and I’ll move the skies
Catch your tears before you cry
Build a world; tear one apart
Just to see you heal your heart
And know my love is true

When you fall I’ll lift you high
When you’re lost I’ll be your guide
Darkest nights or brightest days
I’ll hold on through every phase
There’s nothing I won’t do

So take my vow my endless flame
No need for riches wealth or fame
With every breath I’m bound to prove
My soul was made to love and move
To give my all to you

Once, a delicate dance, a fluttering heartbeat
A gentle soul, that made my emotions meet
But now, a hollow silence, a vacant space
A butterfly's wings, forever still, in this place

In my belly, where love once resided
A grave now lies, where joy has divided
The whispers of warmth, the gentle hum
Are silenced now, my heart is numb

I recall the days, when colors shone bright
When laughter echoed, through day and night
When hope and dreams, took flight and soared
But now, they're lost, forever adored

The butterfly's wings, that once took flight
Now lie still, in the darkness of night
I search for echoes, of a love now gone
But find only shadows, where joy once belonged

In this emptiness, I search for a sign
A glimmer of hope, a heartbeat's rhyme
But all I find, is a hollowed space
A butterfly's grave, a love's forgotten face

My heart yearns for the warmth, the gentle touch
The love that once was, the memories we clutch
But like the butterfly, it's lost its way
Leaving me with nothing, but a faded ray

Time may heal, but scars remain
A reminder of love's fleeting refrain
I'll learn to let go, to release the pain
And find solace, in the love that remains

The butterfly's death, a metaphor for my heart
A symbol of love's fragile, delicate start
But even in death, beauty remains
A memory of love, that still sustains

In halls where wisdom softly swells,  
The teachers toil through endless bells.  
Their voices craft the future’s song,  
Yet bear a burden far too long.  

With steady hands; they mold the mind,  
But justice still; remains unkind.  
They ask for fair; yet walk alone,  
Their struggles silent; rarely shown.  

For every soul they guide and teach,  
Their own ambitions fade from reach.  
But in their hearts; a fire stays bright,  
Through darkest hours; they guard the light.  

They stand as towers; tall and strong,  
Though wages small; and hours long.  
Their dreams may bend; their backs may break....
Yet still, they give for others' sake.  

The chalk-stained hands; the tired eyes,  
For others’ futures; they will rise.  
And though their needs are cast aside,  
They press ahead; with quiet pride.  

Oh lift the teachers; hear their plea—  
The ones who shape eternity.  
For every life they’ve helped to steer....
We owe them more than words can cheer.  

But hope will come; the day will turn,  
When teachers get the due they earn.  
For in their hands; tomorrow lies—  
A future bright beneath the skies.  

Let’s praise their work; their tireless fight,  
For in their care; the world finds light.  
Give them the honor long denied...
And walk with them; all side by side.

Yes, I’d love to tell you that I do
And I'd love to make you my boo; without further ado
Through fire and ice; we’ll see it through
A love reborn; both bold and new

Your touch ignites like morning’s hue
A blaze of passion; fierce and due.
No shadow falls where your light grew
The world revolves; yet rests on you.

With every step; my soul imbues
A rhythm synced; to love’s own cues.
The storms may rise; the winds may bruise
But I stand firm; I cannot lose.

Your voice; a symphony that woos
A melody that soothes
In its every sound; my heart pursues
A paradise that love renews

You are my calm; my ocean’s muse
The anchor that my life won’t refuse
Through highs and lows; no way I’ll choose
A path without the love we fuse

The stars above could never outdo
The fire in you... so fierce... so true
You’re rare as dreams that fate construes
A masterpiece in human hues

And if the earth should break in two
I’d face the end with only you
For every vow; I’ll bid anew
Forever bound in love’s review

So yes; I’d love to tell you that I do
For all I am... begins with you.
My heart’s resolve; no force can skew
Eternal love... life’s greatest coup.

Not hunger; no; not the ache of the poor
But pride in a dress; and the thirst for more
Not empty pots; not broken bread
But sweet; slick words that turned their heads

Kiise because of empty plates
Cos' she had gardens; she had gates
She's no street girl, no, she ain't born for coins
Yet she danced where fire and shame conjoins

"Oju loro wa; inu l’oro ku;"
The face may smile; but the heart hides rue

Ẹnu dídùn, ẹrin amúlùmálà,
A sugared tongue can sell banana,
She called him “Brother”
“Alasiri mi"; “My person,” “He’s just too nice"
But behind every “bestie” she swore was harmless...
Lurked a shadow with a price.

He warned; "stay away from that male friend; that whispering breeze"
But she mocked his worry; and called it disease
"You're insecure;" she laughed; with pride
Till tears found rivers she could not hide

Besties and backbones; they called them sweet
While secrets bloomed beneath their feet
He kissed her mind before her lips
And stole her soul with honeyed scripts

"Shey you no trust me ni?” she'd say to her man; “oh, you’re insecure.”
But trust was a window she left open; until shame walked in the door.

Not every smile is holy ground
Not every shoulder is safe or sound
"Confidant" today; but digger tomorrow
Building castles of regret and sorrow

The trap was not sudden; the trap was slow
A garden of laughter; hiding woe
She played with fire; called it light
Until darkness swallowed her sight

For every video the world has seen
A thousand more live in between
Secrets tucked in perfect gowns
Sins that never make a sound

Ṣọ ra, arábìnrin, guard your flame,
Not every candle bears your name.
Ẹnu dídùn le fà èṣù wá
A honeyed tongue can sell your star
The tongue that flatters can also slay
And wolves wear suits in clear broad day

In the end; Dear sister...
The devil does not always come with horns
Sometimes he comes as comfort...
As kindness, well-dressed and sworn.

Let’s not confuse attention with affection
Or presence with protection
Let’s remember....
Some men befriend your soul, only to auction your reflection.

So guard your gates
Love who loves you, even in truth’s raw form
Lest you join the growing silence
Of those who fell, and now mourn

One unruly truth about this life we tread
Where whispers gather when backs are turned instead
is that.. people, family, friends; a familiar tide
Ganging up behind; where shadows hide

They spew their tales; this and that they claim
Calling you reckless; tarnishing your name
Your flaws they tally; your worth they erase
Blind to the battles you silently face

They know not the weight your shoulders have borne
The nights you’ve weathered; weary and worn
Through storms unyielding; you’ve held your own
A fortress of will; though often alone

Seven-tenths of your life; you've poured in the figh
To carve your essence; to chase your light
Yet the world ignores the strength you’ve shown
Focusing only on seeds you’ve not sown.

But let them speak; for their words can't redefine
The man you've built; with courage as sign
Through trials unspoken; your heart has grown
A testament etched in struggles you've known

So walk unshaken; let them chatter away
Their judgments fade; but your truth will stay
For the worth of a man isn't found in their view
It's in the resilience of building you

Be humble; but don’t let your spirit be dimmed
Wear pride like a crown when the odds have been skimmed
Be clever; yet know when to play the fool
Break a few rules, but don’t forget the school

Be righteous; but wickedness too has its day
When kindness wanes; let boldness lead the way
Be the shepherd; but sometimes join the flock
Walk with the crowd; yet let your dreams unlock.

Be hopeful; but learn when to let dreams go
Fight for what's right; yet embrace the ebb and flow
Be kind-hearted; but guard your soul’s embrace
Give no room for pretense in life’s vast space.

Be polite; but roar when the world is unkind
Play it cool: but keep a wild heart aligned.
Be wise; but remember, life’s jesters play too
Dance to the beat, and once a while let chaos renew.

Be everything; a sage; a mosaic of the true
Yet in all your layers; remember to be you.

In the land where the sun kisses the soil
Where abundance once sprang from honest toil
Now hunger prowls... like a restless beast
And famine mocks every hoped-for feast

The yam barns are empty... the granaries bare
The fields once golden... now stripped of care
Scarcity spreads... like harmattan dust
A bitter curse... on a broken trust

A goat tied too long... will chew the rope
But here even ropes... can’t kindle hope
The people cry... their stomachs hollow
Yet promises are all they’re forced to swallow

Once we planted and reaped with glee
But now our labor feeds misery
The crops have shriveled... the rain's gone dry
And government officials just walk on by

They gather in chambers as grand as a king's
Sipping their wine while the poor eat sins
With every policy... they widen the gap
Burdens doubled... a sinister trap

The river that forgets its source will run dry
But these leaders have turned a blind eye
Their roots forgotten... their hearts turned cold
Their greed devours the nation’s gold

Let me tell you about Mama Folake’s plight
Who toils from dawn until the night
Her palm oil business used to thrive
But now she struggles to keep her family alive

Her son Ade once bright with dreams
Now sees the world in muted themes
No school fees paid no books in hand
The future crumbles like dry sand

The lizard that nods in the sun has seen things
Ade nods too but only hunger stings
His mother tells him to keep the faith
But faith alone won’t fill a plate

Inflation is a thief that robs unseen
Turning Naira to paper hopes to dreams
A bag of rice now a tale to tell
The average Nigerian lives in hell

And yet the leaders play their charade
Making policies like poorly sewn trade
One week it’s fuel the next it’s tax
They strip the people while lining their sacks

The monkey sweats but its fur hides the tears
Behind their smiles are our growing fears
They draft decrees in ivory towers
But down below survival sours

The streets are loud with unspoken cries
The markets echo with desperate sighs
Bread is a luxury... meat a dream
And corruption runs like a poisoned stream

When the bush burns the grasshopper loses its home
The common man is left to roam
His sweat builds the mansion he’ll never see
While the rich feast on his misery

But oh dear land even the night must end
Even a bent tree will someday bend
A story is told of a bird in flight
Who fell to the ground but found her might

The people will rise their voices clear
Their strength forged in pain year after year
For the drum that beats the loudest will burst
And the people's anger will quench this thirst

The tide will turn the tables will shift
And justice will rise from this rift
The leaders may build walls high and wide
But the power of truth they cannot hide

The land will heal the barns will fill
The laughter of children will light the hill
And as history writes this bitter song
It will mark the day the hungry grew strong

No matter how long the night the dawn will break
And justice will serve what greed could not take
So let the tale be told far and near
A new Nigeria will soon appear

Oh; how the mighty had fallen
Once a lion; now barely crawling
A land where rivers of wealth once flowed
Now cracked with hunger; dreams corrode

They sold our gold for a bowl of dust
Fed us lies and broke our trust
Once the Giant; tall and proud
Now we kneel; heads bowed

The king feasts while beggars wail
The throne is built on chains and nails
They buy mansions across the sea
While we drown in poverty

They raise the tax; inflate the price
Turn our sweat to sacrifice
A day's wage won’t buy a meal
While leaders fatten on the steal

Who bewitched the land of kings...
Where echoes fade and freedom sings
Our fathers fought with blood and bone...
Yet here we stand; stripped to stone.

Europe’s chains still bind our hands...
Yet they call it trade; they call it plans.
We lost our crown; they stole our voice...
Now we whisper with no choice.

A child is born; a future grim
No light of hope; just shadows dim
The rich drink wine; the poor drink tears
The cycle turns for countless years

But the fire smolders; embers bright
A storm is brewing in the night
For even trees that bend and break
Will rise again make no mistake

So tell the lords upon their seats
The ground will quake beneath their feet
A nation starved but not yet dead
Will one day rise and break this thread

Oh; how the mighty had fallen
But even ruins heed their calling
A time will come; the script will turn
And justice rise from what we burn

Hold up
Don’t talk
Or the grim reaper will steal your voice.
Words turn weapons stripped of choice
Next you're in cuffs
Bound and subdued
Dragged to halls where fairness is skewed.

“Arise my Lord” the bailiff calls
But justice has crumbled within those walls.
Judged for truths you dared to say
Now silenced tossed like waste-away.
In the jungle of law where power preys
Your rights dissolve in a smoky haze.

In the heart of the city beneath neon lights
Lies Mide a dreamer who fought for rights.
He raised his voice against the pain
Of inflation... of hunger... a nation insane.
He penned his words in the dead of night
Hoping his truth would spark a light.

But morning came with a knock at the door
Boots and cuffs slammed him to the floor.
They bound his wrist... they dragged him out
“Traitor!” they screamed while neighbors stood about.
He turned his face to plead his case
But silence met him... a cold embrace.


Freedom of movement? “Stay in line!”
They mapped his steps controlled his time
A boy in chains... a life restrained
Each breath he took their leash remained
Once he wandered the hills and streams
Now his world was confined to dreams

Freedom to gather? “Disperse don’t dare!”
His friends were scattered like leaves in the air
They planned to protest to make a stand
But batons and teargas changed the plan
No banners waved no voices rose
Only silence where courage once chose

In the corner of a cell Ade sat still
A journalist punished for wielding his quill.
He wrote of farmers starved for grain
Of leaders fattened by others’ pain.
His words were truth his cause was just
But they turned his ink to chains of rust.

“Freedom to speak?” he thought in despair
“Not here not now not anywhere.”
The walls whispered back with a mocking tone
“You’re here because you stood alone.”

Then came Aisha... a mother of three
Whose freedom to live was no longer free.
Her daughters hungry her husband gone
She braved the streets to beg till dawn.
But laws had changed the streets weren’t safe
Her plea for mercy was met with hate.
“Move along you can’t be here!”
She clutched her child and hid her fear.

Thrown to the dirt
To the lowest apex
A nation’s soul reduced to reflex.
“Tame them!” they shout
Strip their will
Turn them into Mummies... something still.

And when all... is said and done
Who cares if they’re dead or gone
Their freedom to live to love to fight
All stolen beneath the cover of night.
Their screams are echoes lost in the haze
Drowned in silence forgotten in days.

But beneath the silence embers grow
A fire stoked by those who know
That even chains can’t bind the heart
And broken voices still have a part.

For Mide’s words will rise again
Aisha’s tears will spark the pen
Ade’s ink will flow with might
And their silence will roar into the night.

No freedom to speak no freedom to write
No freedom to live no freedom to fight.
But hear this now beneath their might
Even silence can ignite.

One day soon the tide will turn
And the flames of truth will brightly burn.
The people will rise their voices bold
Breaking the system that left them cold.

Yes, she says...
She swears by the moon; the stars: the sea
Her love as endless;.... as eternity.
She paints her words... in colors so bold
Promises spun.... like threads of gold

She’d fight the storms; she’d face the night
Trade her shadows for his light...
But when the world catches a glimpse
The truth unfolds... the story limps.

And when you take it out to the open
You see her vows were softly spoken.
She only wants to be adored
To hear sweet words... like "You’re my reward."
Never chose him… oh no, not him
She only wants her cup to brim.

She seeks the warmth; the tender embrace
But not the man... just his grace
She craves a crown; a throne; a scene
To play the queen; not to build the dream
or better still; not with him

And yet.. he stands; so blind... so still
Believing in love, against his will.
Hoping the one who holds his heart
Would heal the cracks; not tear it apart.

But love; my friend... is a fickle game,
A fleeting fire; a whispered name.
And I hope you'd find; the one you'd love
Someone who soars your soul above.
Someone who'd walk; not just be carried
Someone who’d stay; not just get married.

But if you search the skies and the sea
Let me confess; it won’t be she
For she is the shadow; the fleeting muse
The bittersweet note in a heart you’ll lose.

I disobey You; my Lord; yet You call me back to grace...
I stray a thousand times; yet You never turn Your face

I sin in the daylight; I sin in the night...
Yet You cover my shame; conceal me from sight

I took from the world; but forgot what You gave...
I walked into darkness; yet still; You forgave

I spoke what was false; I mocked what was true...
Yet Your mercy still flows; like the morning dew

I broke my word; I broke my vow...
Yet You mend my soul; then teach me how

Had it been men; they would cast me aside...
They’d whisper my faults with laughter and pride

They’d sit in their corners; rebuking my name...
They’d shun me; condemn me; and add to my shame

They’d mock my weakness; they’d call me a fraud...
But You; my Lord; still open the door

If it were humans; they’d count my sin...
Weighing my worth; deciding I’m thin

But You; the Most High; You see through the clay...
You know I am weak; yet love me anyway

You veil my disgrace like the clouds veil the sun...
You wait for my steps when I try to run

You heal without mocking; You give without scorn...
You whisper Your love before I am born

No debt too heavy; no past too flawed...
For You are the Merciful; the One True Lord

Indeed; You; my Lord; are the Most Loving and Forgiving...
The King of Kings; the Ever-Living

I traced the lines of us on my skin
Each curve; each edge; where we begin
A path we carved; through joy and strife
A map of you; a map of life

You were my compass; my north; my guide
The star I followed; the tide I’d ride
But somewhere along; the course grew strange
Your heart withdrew; the map began to change

Through deserts of doubt; through rivers of pain
I searched for the way; to find us again
Each turn a memory; each mile a scar
I chased your shadow; but you’d gone too far

The mountains we climbed; the valleys we crossed
Now feel like a dream; in a world I’ve lost
Your voice was the landmark; your touch the sign
But you left me adrift; no longer aligned

Still I kept searching; though the ink had blurred
The promises faded; the paths deterred
For even if lost; I clung to the trail
Hoping my faith in the map wouldn’t fail

But maps can deceive; and hearts can betray
Love’s navigation; can lead one astray
I gave you my all; my treasures; my seas
But you let me wander; left me on my knees

Now here I stand; no map in my hand
Learning to walk; to understand
Some paths are lessons; some trails unwind
And the map I need; is the one I design

For love isn’t found in the stars above
Or in the terrain; of a deceitful love
The compass I seek; isn’t tethered to you
It points to myself; to a life that’s true

So I’ll draw new lines; let the old ones fade
Chart a course; from the mess we made
And though you’re a chapter in my cartography
The rest of my story would be written by me

I am the architect of words; a verbal alchemist
Weaving rhymes so seamless; they transcend the mist.
Each syllable I sculpt; a diamond refined
A tapestry of thoughts; the rarest you'll find.

I'm the new age sage; a Shakespeare upgrade
A timeless cascade where brilliance is displayed
A wordsmith supreme; with verses tailor-made
Crafting lines so sharp; they never will fade

I breathe life to letters; make the mundane explode
A master of the metaphor; I decode and reload
Each stanza’s a canvas; each rhyme’s a parade
I'm the poet’s renaissance; a legend relayed

Call me the maestro of metaphorical streams
Painting galaxies with phrases; birthing vivid dreams
I don’t just write; I orchestrate the dance
Where letters pirouette; and verses advance

My rhymes? They're symphonies; a lyrical parade
Each line a crescendo; each stanza handmade
From assonance to consonance; I command them all
A linguistic juggernaut; standing ten feet tall.

Wordplay is my kingdom; I reign supreme
Turning mundane musings into a poet’s dream.
A "pen-dulum" of passion swings in my hand
Carving worlds on paper; so vast and grand.

Alliterations align; acrobatics of sound
Echoing brilliance that knows no bounds
Oxymorons meet paradoxes in my prose
Like fire that freezes... or a thorny rose.

I rhyme “time” with “sublime;” “fate” with “elate”
Bending reality until it resonates.
Similes sparkle; metaphors ignite
Illuminating truths hidden in the night.

With enjambments that leap like gazelles on the page
I trap fleeting moments in a golden cage
Quatrains and couplets; free verse or sonnet
No structure can limit the fire I’ve lit upon it

My poetry’s not ink; it’s elixir divine
Distilled from the stars and bottled in line
The cosmos itself seems to pause and bow
To a poet whose craft transcends the "now"

So let the critics come; let their whispers swell
I am a bard with tales no tongue can tell
For in my veins flows the muse’s decree
A master of words; eternally free.

They call me this; they call me that
The *******; the rebel; the one who won’t crack
The scarred; the forlorn; the apathetic guy
The one who speaks where silence falls flat
Turning the void into lyrical chat

Yea I’m that guy
Who’s used and abused but still finds his track
Who’s bruised and battered yet always fights back
The scars on my soul are stories I own
Proof that I’ve lived and never bowed alone

I’m that guy; who dives into storms
Finding the rhythm in chaos and forms
The poet of pain; the bard of the streets
Spitting out truth where silence competes

Yea I’m that guy
Who questions the lies and rewrites the past
Who builds with words what’s meant to last
From broken dreams to skies untamed
Every verse I write I sign unashamed

I’m that guy who wields the pen like a sword
Cutting through noise; a sharp vocal chord
The lover of love the fighter of wrongs
The voice of the voiceless in unsung songs

Yea I’m that guy
Who’s knocked to the ground but refuses to break
Who gathers the pieces that others forsake
The pain in my heart becomes fuel for my fire
Each step I take lifts me higher and higher

I’m that guy; who lives in the ink
A rebel who dreams who dares to think
From soaring heights to the gutter’s embrace
I map the world with a poet’s grace

Yea I’m that guy
Who’s used and abused but still finds his track
Who’s bruised and battered yet always fights back
Writing the day and rewriting the night
A New Age Sage; yea I’m that guy

The crescent rose; the night stood still
A whispered joy; a sacred thrill
Though hunger knocked and pockets sighed
Still we prayed; still we tried

Eid has come; the air is bright
A morning bathed in golden light
Children race with laughter free
In clothes that dance like poetry

The markets roared; the butchers grinned
The scent of spice and meat within
Some feast with plenty; some with few
Yet hearts are full where faith is true

Oh Allah; let this joy remain
Let ease be poured where once was pain
Let every home find peace to stay
And hunger fade; be swept away

For though this Ramadan was long
With trials deep and burdens strong
We stand today; still standing tall
For You O Lord; have blessed us all

So grant us wealth not just in gold
But in a heart that’s pure and bold
Let love increase; let tempers cease
Let every soul find lasting peace

And if today some tears still fall
If struggle knocks on any door
Then by Your grace; O Most Divine
Let better days be close behind

Eid Mubarak; near and far
No matter how tough the seasons are
For faith endures; for dawn still breaks
And in our hearts; hope never shakes

Alani
Name of thunder sealed in silk
Where the sky wrote secrets in ancestral ink
Born not just of womb; but of word
A name that prays; that pierces; that’s heard

I wear my name like woven pride
From the paths of prophets my fathers stride
Ala ni... we own the gold of grace
Even the gods give way to my face

Alani; okunrin to n sun aaro meta
Man who dreams thrice before the dawn breaks better
my heart; a palace of praise
my lips; psalmed with poetic blaze

I am the whisper of warriors... the witness of winds
A woven will where wisdom begins
My name is a proverb; passed through fire
Still glowing bold like ancestral choir

Call me "not common"; I come from core
From palms that plant; from prayers that pour
I walk in wealth they cannot weigh
My name is a drumbeat that kings obey
Alani
I walk like myth; breathe like song
Even the moon hums my name all night long
my steps... sermons on sacred sand
my fingers... scrolls from spirit’s hand

I am power; pulse; poise and plan
From woven whispers of ancient man
Let the world know when they call me in,...
They summon a storm with a royal grin

To love Alani is to love a seasonless spring
To touch him is to wake everything
The stars wore envy the night I'm kissed
By fate; by grace; or  a lover’s mist

I am a spirit wrapped in skin
The holy hidden... deep within
A mystery only God decodes
Yet a comfort where love’s river flows

So let the world remember this
Alani is not a man alone; he’s bliss
He’s a poetry; a portal; a praise on feet
Where romance; reverence; and reign all meet

Is it wrong
To run...
Toes off the floor
When your heel’s burning up from the weight you wore?

Is it weak
To weep...
When the silence screams more
Than the chaos you’ve begged your soul to ignore?

Is it fair
To care...
When no one sees you
But they drink from your light till there's none left to view?

Is it sane
To strain...
When you're stuck in the loop
Of giving your all to a world that just hoops?

Is it dumb
To numb...
To fake every laugh...
When your chest splits in two and you just want to crash?

Is it right
To fight...
With no one in sight...
Just your thoughts with knives under midnight light?

Is it love
To stay...
When your heart’s in decay...
And they left but still haunt you in every way?

Is it strength
To bend...
Without ever a mend...
Still smiling while knowing you’ve reached your end?

Is it cruel
To feel...
And still be unheard...
Like you’re screaming in ink but they ghost every word?

Is it peace
To sleep...
Or just a disguise...
When you’d rather not wake than relive your goodbyes?

Is it pride
To hide...
All the pain you confide...
Behind "I’m fine" while you're breaking inside?

Is it just
To trust...
When betrayal’s a trend...
And the people you loved pushed you out in the end?

Is it sin
To grin...
When your world caves in...
Just to keep up the face while you’re drowning within?

Is it strange
To change...
When the past feels cursed...
And you’d rather be numb than to feel what hurts?

Is it brave
To cave...
To not be okay...
To admit that the strong don’t always want to stay?

Is it life
To survive...
Yet feel so dead...
A shell in the crowd with a war in your head?

The Puppeteers’ Play

They share the world as if it was their own
Carving borders into flesh and stone
A puppet-show with power strings
While we dance to the songs their greed still sings

Bomb Iraq; and we’ll pay you with gold
Arms in their hands; but the truth stays cold
Blood spills cheap when the market’s right
And war is just business wrapped up tight

Israel rains fire; Gaza is dust
Children in graves; their names lost to rust
Peace is a myth; when profits are high
When nations decide who should live or die

The U.S. cleanses; yet claims to defend
Wiping out cultures it swore to befriend
"Democracy’s coming;" they say with a grin
While bodies pile up and wars never end

Move Gazans to Jordan while they close their own border;
Claim it's for peace; but the lies only grow bolder
Tanks roll in... while they weep on the sand
A homeland erased by a merciless hand

Condemn the oppressed; let the strong run free
Justice bends where the rich hold the key
The world turns away; pretending not to see
As history repeats in hypocrisy

Europe still acts like Africa’s land
Draining its veins with a colonial hand
They take the diamonds; the gold... the oil
Then call us savages lost in turmoil

The UN speaks; but its hands are tied
A lapdog wagging by the West’s side
Condemn the weak; let the strong go free
Justice depends on the powers that be

And Africa.... oh Africa; blind and bound
By leaders who sell their own for a crown
They bow to the West; they trade their kin
As long as their pockets are full within

Brothers at war; sisters in pain
Divided by greed; yet we’re all the same
No love within; no unity found
Just fighting for scraps on bloodied ground

Muslims labeled as terror’s face
A billion souls reduced to disgrace
A single man sins; the whole faith is blamed
But when others do worse; they’re never named

Fear is currency; power the game
Divide by color; then set it to flame
Black or white; it’s always been
A sin to lose; a crime to win

Haemophobia; don’t let the weak survive
If they bleed too much; they’re cast aside
No care for the sick; no love for the poor
Just numbers rising in death’s own store

They speak of peace with sharpened knives
They shake your hand; then steal your life
A world on fire; yet they pour the fuel
And laugh while we fight like mindless fools

History repeats; the cycle spins
The puppets change; but the play begins
They share the world; they take... they own
And leave us lost; blind and alone.

I want to vanish
not like a whisper
but like a wound that healed without leaving a scar

To slip between moments
so quietly
even time forgets it once knew my name

No eulogies
no echoes
no unfinished songs in someone’s heart

I want to vanish
Not just disappear...
But evaporate
Quietly
Completely
Without a trace
Without a name
Without even a memory to whisper
"I was here"

I want to forget myself so perfectly
That even I
Don’t remember I ever wanted to forget
No lingering pain
No fading laughter
No aching nostalgia curled in old corners of my chest

I crave the blankness
Not death....
but the freedom of never having been

No shadows of  "almost"
No scent of "before"
No mirrors reminding me I once was more
No yesterday
No could-have-beens
No photographs of people I used to be

I want the kind of stillness
That doesn’t ask questions
No "what happened?"
No "why haven't you got married?"
No "who hurt you?"
No "are you okay?"
Because in oblivion....
There are no answers
Only absence

I don’t want healing
I don’t want closure
I want nothing
Nothing to carry
Nothing to crave
No flames inside
Not even ashes

So I beg you please
Let me un-be
Let the stars forget I ever watched them
Let the winds forget how I once wept into them
Let every thought of me dissolve
Like breath on a cold windowpane
Here.... then gone
Gone.... then never

I want to Vanish
Not lost because... lost things can be found
But unmade
Unwritten
Unremembered

Let even me forget the shape of my sorrow
Let even me forget the texture of joy
Strip me of stories, of my scars
of "why”

Let me dissolve into silence
so complete
it doesn’t even echo

I'd even prefer to be
Not the silence in the room
But the space before the room ever was
Not a shadow fading
But the light that never cast it

I want to go where even souls dont go
Where not even God says
"Return"

They say love’s a river; soft and wide...
A tender tide; a gentle guide
But heed me well; O foolish heart;
For love will tear your world apart

It starts with whispers; sweet and light...
A fevered dream; a stolen night
You build your castle; stone by stone...
Yet wake to find you’ve wept alone

Their words like silk; their touch like fire...
You drink the lie; consumed by desire
You trade your will; you bend; you break...
And still; you give; though much they take

They hold you close; they make you whole...
Then twist the knife into your soul
They promise always; never leave...
Then vanish fast; no time to grieve

One moment gold; the next is rust...
Love’s gentle hands will turn to dust
It lifts you high; then lets you fall...
You beg; you crawl; it takes it all

You drown in silence; choke on pain...
You watch them love; yet not the same
The heart once cradled; held so tight...
Now tossed aside; stripped of its light

Through nights of war and days of doubt...
You search for love; yet live without
A battlefield of scars and ache...
Where one must lose for one to take

And still; we chase; though love deceives...
Like autumn trees with falling leaves
We give; we burn; we fade; we learn...
Yet to its fire; we still return

So fall in love; go chase the dream...
But know the cost is more than it seems
For love’s a dagger; gold and bright...
That sings of joy; then steals your light

Teach me how to love; I'm lost in the motion
Tossed in the ocean; frost-bit devotion
Heart’s been a vault; locked with corrosion
Now I’m just numb; lost the emotion

Teach me the way; 'cause I stray from the meaning
Played with the demons; bathed in the bleeding
Love was a game; now it’s pain that I’m feeding
Shadows embrace every face that I’m seeing

Teach me the touch that don’t crumble to nothing
Trust isn’t rushing; lust isn’t loving
Tired of running; my soul is combusting
Built out of scars and the weight of destruction

Teach me to give; not just take till it’s hollow
Swallowed my sorrow; prayed for tomorrow
Chased every thrill till the feeling was borrowed
Left in the ruins of hearts that I’ve sorrowed

Teach me to heal; let me breathe through the fractures
Love ain't a play; ain't a scene full of actors
Trust ain't a chain; or a dream full of captures
Faith ain't a game; ain't a scheme for the trappers

Teach me to fight when the light starts to flicker
When love isn't quick; when the nights turn bitter
Not to let go when the weight gets thicker
Not to let pride make the ties grow thinner

Teach me to love; not just speak it in riddles
Not just the start but the depth and the middle
Not just the heat when the passion is little
But when it’s cold and the silence can whittle

Teach me to love; make it raw; make it real
Show me the way; let my soul start to feel
Break every chain; let these wounds start to heal
Teach me to love; let me know that it’s real

Wake up; there's no warmth in the morning
Wake up; just the cold on my skin
No love; just the echoes of the silence
No hand ever reaching within

Wake up; is there anyone who's listening?
Wake up; I’ve been crying without sound
Oh love; I have begged beneath the ruins
Still no soul is ever around

Alone; alone... no one’s coming
Alone; alone... just the rain
Alone; alone.... can you hear it?
The sound of a world gone vain.

Wake up; see the riches getting richer
Wake up; while we’re sleeping in pain
No love; just the stares of empty people
Who pass by again and again

Wake up; see the silence in the alleys
Wake up; there's a riot in the valleys
Oh love; all the hope is now hollow
We beg; they feast; we starve and follow

Wake up; every window shows a banquet
Wake up; but my table stays bare
Oh love; they don't notice we're still hungry
Just pity in the way that they stare

Wake up; where's the fire for the freezing?
Wake up; where's the bread for the pleading?
No love; just the chains and the taxes
We're ghosts in gold-plated palaces

Wake up; I've been shouting from the alleys
Wake up; but my voice is too weak
No love; when you’re poor and always broken
You’re too tired to even speak

Wake up; does the system ever shiver?
Wake up; while we drown in the river
Oh love; they pretend they never knew us
With lies they lace; then blame and sue us

Wake up; there’s a child beneath the lamplight
Wake up; he's got tears in his eyes
Oh love; he was born into the struggle
And taught early how to survive

Wake up; little boy; keep your distance
Wake up; they despise your existence
No love; just a knife in the lecture
Grow old fast; but learn to play lesser

Wake up; see the men who hold the power
Wake up; they don’t bleed like we do
No love; when your pain is just statistics
And your home is a cold avenue

Wake up; see the rich in their towers
Wake up; they consume; we count hours
Oh love; when you cry; they call it drama
But we bleed truth beneath the trauma

Wake up; there's no hope in the system
Wake up; it was rigged from the start
Oh love; all they gave me was a warning
And a crack right through my heart

Wake up; it’s too late for redemption
Wake up; still I whisper this prayer
No love; but I walk with all the lonely
And I hold them in the air

Wake up; all the streets are still burning
Wake up; but the world keeps turning
Oh love; if you feel like you’re drowning
Just know; you’re not alone in frowning

Wake up; I’m a voice that’s been hidden
Wake up; from a world cold and ridden
No love; but I still sing for the fallen
For the ones who rise when they’re crawling

Wake up; they designed us for the aching
Wake up; every smile could be faking
Oh love; if your soul feels forsaken
You're not weak; just too often shaken

Alone; alone... no dawn is breaking
Alone; alone... just the night
Alone; alone... are you still waiting?
Or have you drowned without a fight?

9:59 was a heartbeat
A half breath in a thunderstorm of seconds
He was the whisper before the scream
The hush before the applause
A lover... that the world forgot
but see time... time never dared to ignore

Waiting calmly for 10 o’clock
To feel her click... to hear her knock
To whisper soft with gentle grin
“Come close, my love... let time begin”

But 10:00… oh; she never came
She chased the world; adored the fame
A golden hour; dressed in pride
Yet left his steady hands denied.

To her...
9:59 was the almost...
A blemish...
A name unworthy of inscription in her scrolls of becoming
She mistook proximity for poverty
Kindness for cling
Loyalty for lack

He stood still
At the edge of forever
Watching her shadow in the minute ahead
10 o’clock
Queen of symmetry
Darling of digits
Precise Pristine
Always on time.... but never for him

He stood there broken
While she danced with 10:05
Flirted with 10:15
Swooned for 10:50
all the futures...
never the foundation

He watched her click for the 10:01s
The 10:10s; 10:59s…
Everyone who came after
Everyone who came greater
And maybe... just maybe
that’s why he was never enough

9:59 was a minute shy
Of being seen beneath her sky
A tender tick; a quiet song
That waited faithfully too long

He opened doors she wandered through
Yet she loved ones who never knew
Of all the time he kept for her
Of all the ways he'd never err

She sought the sparkle of 10:01
And swayed to noon beneath the sun
Chasing hours with brighter hues
Forgetting who lit up her fuse

He was 9:59
Not 10
Not round..
Not whole..
Not perfect

But he was the door...
The key
The minute that opened the moment
That lit the light...
That gave her name...
a place to exist

Still..
She looked past him
Always
Forever chasing the hourglass gods
Plus the sharp lines and golden ticks

And he...
He stood there
every day
every clock
every loop
Hoping for her
But never walked through with

He was the almost-lover
The breath before the kiss
The "just one more minute"...
You never give

Yet he loved her
Madly... Quietly
With all the time he wasn’t allowed

But time don’t bend for broken hearts
Clocks don’t tick for unspoken parts
And love?
Sometimes it’s just…
a minute short

They said I should try falling in love
But look at my scars; see what it made me become
“Love,” they say, “makes the world go on and on”
Yet I bled poems in silence until dawn

Hmm...
What do they think I am?
A flicker? A flame? Some sacrificial lamb?
Oh; A whisper in their wicked plan?
Who they think I be… some lesser man?

See; I'm neither that; neither this
I'm the howl inside that deep abyss
And if that means I must resist
I'll let the world burn bit by bit

I'll burn the world for the one I love
Let empires crack from skies above
If peace won’t come, then war must fit
And I’ll kiss the ash while I carry it

So tell them love ain’t soft or sweet
It’s fire; it’s fists; it’s ****** feet
If love’s the game they make us play
Then let me love the hell away

I’m the storm they can’t outlast
The broken glass of a future passed
If love's a lie; then let it break
And in its ruins; I’ll make my stake

I’ll tear apart the heart’s disguise
And feed it back to their empty lies
For love they say; but never feel
I’ll make them taste the blood I steal

Every soul I gave my heart to... gone
Left me buried before the break of dawn
Now all that’s left in this hollow space...
are veins that echo, a pulse erased

Nonfunctional arteries, silence instead
Where love once lived now walks the dead
I’ve mourned alive; I've wept in stone
I carried pain like it’s flesh and bone

I stitched my soul with threads of pain
Nursed heartbreak like cold winter rain
Cradled sorrow like a child with no name
And wore my wounds like a warrior’s chain