The threshold of tomorrow

I stand on the threshold of tomorrow
Gaping at the dawn of dreams unknown
Tomorrow calls on me to step forth
Into the unknown; the unseen, the unheard of
The blur lingers over shadows

Yesterday!!! Yesterday drifts away
The familiar; the comfort; the security; the known
The gulf, the abyss the never ending journey
On which history is set widens
The now fades into nothingness

I stand on the threshold of tomorrow
Waiting for nothing but me to step up and out
Into myself, my dreams, my hope, my life
In the shades I see it-my destiny

Lurking like a stranger in the dark
Yesterday!!! I hear the laughter of friends
The shouts of childhood, the joys, the pain, the sorrows
I feel the touch of a familiar hand, the whispers of voice
The footsteps-tap-tap-tap-tap, the opening of my heart
The knock, the commotion, the screams, the wails, the silence

Alone I stand on the threshold of tomorrow

Sirens of Destitution

The deluge of forbearing tomorrow
Anchoring the subterfuge of beseeming joy
Submerged by promises of endearing hearts
Churn by dreams that rekindle the joy that once was

The rising moon and the setting sun
Spell doom on a nation’s youth
Hunkered by generations of visionless rulers
Clad in monstrous clown suits


Adherents of cultic spheres
Vampires gnawing even the flesh of formless foetus
Rape and plunder the creed of their brotherhood
They congregate-men riding men in orgies of an immoral clan

Blinded by the blood of the innocents
Deafened by the cries of begrudging widows and orphans
Stoned by the evils of their bigotry
They fail to heed the rising tides

The waves surge in anger bearing
In their rage the echo of the Obasinjom warrior
Spitting the fire that they thought extinguished
Crushing! Crushing! Crushing! Crushing!

Purging the land of the filth they have spun
And on their graves we shall spit the curse of barrenness
From the bosom of the Mongo and from the footstool of epassamoto
A lamb will rise to tame the beasts and sooth our souls.

In it's face

The eyes that is white
The heart that is light
The face that is bright
The smile that is wide

An old man’s crush
Is not like the rush
Which youth did flush
Yet again I feel the blush

In Its face
I see the rays
That makes my heart to race
This long forgotten pace

The eyes that is white
The heart that is light
The face that is bright
The smile that is wide

Are they gone the days of youth
When in loveless girth
I sat in pining Garth
In wasted years of youth

In Its arm
Now my heart yearn
Though it is bane
The truth in Its vein

I relive my youth
Yet again in froth
Unsure of love’s worth
Though abound in my vault

Today I see Its face
Sprouting out those rays
That makes my heart to race
This long forgotten pace

The eyes that is white
The heart that is light
The face that is bright
The smile that is wide