By Not Voice

Look into her past
far beyond the fast
Look into her eyes
deep beyond the gaze
See what you see
note what you note
Never dampen her date
never trample her fate

Walk into her night
far beyond the clock
Walk into her rain
deep beyond her drench
Heal what you drill
drain that terrain
Making merry her day

Not by word
Not by wand
Not in straits
Simply win by deeds
and noble creed

Sing into her soul
deep beyond her ears
Sign unto her needs
far beyond her feeds
Give more than take
stake, shake and bake
Many ovens abound
bake, bake, bake

Win by day
Win each day
Day by day...
simply win by deeds
and da noble creed

Blast the past
Bless da fast
Seal the deal
to heal all deeds
Fill da deal
to give real feel
Jointly win her will
and da noble creed

Alight

Come up to the mount of merry
but leave your greed below
Come here and try
Come here to fly
It is my moment and might
Pray climb

Come down to the ocean of merry
but leave your greed on shore
Come here and trawl
Come not to crawl
It is my measure and mine
Pray swim

Come home to my country of merry
but keep ya worry abroad
Come here and crave
Come cool to brave
It is my consent by conscience
Pray sow

Come now to my meaning of merry
But keep ya meanness away
Come here to know
Come sow and own
It is my season and sealing
Pray reap...and
Pray stay

Bard in Cyberland

His time is here
though never lost
His era in full, not elders' error
Selling-in-telling
timing-in-chimes
Modern lines in cybertimes
Hear, hear, hear
His day be here, alas!

Ancient tips by cyberbards
whether smooth or prickly hot
be songs of the times:
Bare, bright
Simple, smart
Bear, bear, bear!

Cyberlinks and megaways
will hold lost souls
Cyberlocks in bardy-words
must save lost ways
At once blowing open mighty myths
and mirths
At once blasting open mystery verses
and poems
At last slamming shut many codes
and odes
Not slinging, not slaying freedom ways
or beasts
Hear, hear, hear!

Cybermatics as culture buffs
and addicts
Cybermedia as nature buffs
and critics
Cybermania as future buffs
and medics...
squaring frontiers of language and lines
of signs and signals
from probes to proverbs
to songs and summons:
Da poet is home
Bear, tear, hear!

Minds and Might

Fetching hilarity, catchy sobriety
grand balls, show festivals
and the culture of restraints
power our locomotives apart
This way for maxis
That lane for minis
Let the traveller rejoice

Bring me the deeply strength
in the seas of open weakness
Holla
Serve me the open soft
from the hills of hidden steeliness
Bravo
Get grand in subtle lights
and flow in gentle shadows
Let the artiste rejoice

Homes of grandeur, meals of splendour
The kids may roam and groan
Trains of treasure, trips to measure
The trick is own-and-learn
Think ye global, act true local
Wide be not all, small be not lost
Content, consent, contentment
Let the buyer rejoice

Strength in value, wealth and valour
Minds must rise anew
Tents of riches, treats in deserts
Might must mellow anew
The beauty of locks in rocks
is as beauty of peace in seas
Holla
Let da measure be choice

Missed Naps

In statecraft
as in aircraft
be alert
or
your last

Missing the naps
make thee the snaps
Mounting snaps
earn the raps

Come votes
or coups
you end in wraps
or
crap

Mess with naps, Dear Hubris
and
sleep in da bliss
of
misfits!

By The Way...

Talking with you
takes its toll
Tangling with you
tells its tales
Whether in biz
or bliss
Whether of buzz
or blitz

There is a twirl
and the twang
There be a swirl
in our swing

Yes...here, there
and bare
As time tills
and stills...

Voices and Tides

You came up before
it wasn't up
I came in to town
you weren't in...
Down went da dream

You went out of zone
to simmer down
You came in to town
I didn't know...
Down stayed da dream

You came up again
just as before
I got out of zone
to settle down
And no one could say
just like before...
So stayed da dream

You zoomed through da zone
just like before
And got fresh a hint
not like before
Is this now the deal
which was before
or still just a dream
just like before...
Which way to dream

We have now a voice
unlike before
But have not a face
just like before...
Oh, what a dream

Is this now da voice
which was to come
Shall we have to wait
still for the face
How long a wait...
Now, what a dream

I hold on to fate
just as to faith
To work me my dream
now that I hear
I still have my fears
just as before
But since wiped my tears
so I'll be free...
Yes, what a dream

Will you stay with fate
just as I do
And pull up your faith
now that we know
Can you walk the talk
da bulk
Will you tame the game
da shame
What be your take
ya stake...
now that we know
not like before
It's still up for grabs
not for the drab
Oh, what a DREAM!

No Limits

Stop the silly game
Why bother with disrupters:
They be prompts
They are pins
They should push
you to spurs

Stop the silly game
Why dither with dictators:
They be flies
They are fiery
They should fire
you to fairs

Stir the sensory game
Why shudder at uptakers:
They be many
They are merry
They should mellow
you to mints

Shun the blame game
Why tarry in low quarters:
They be curious
They cynics
They should critique
you to cakes

Stay the winners' way
Why buddy with them cheaters:
They are loser
They be loonies
They should lumber
you to fly

This Dawn is Drawn

We waited. Have weighed the to and fro
And waited in peace
We waited. And the day be here

By their past we scroll and stroll
In their songs we note and denote
Now they know...
It be not for aye
By heist some come
In haste some become
And the wait be long - mighty long
Was it a dueling fuel
was it a feud
or a feuding few
Pray patience
Deep silence
We waited, alas
It be dawn, at last

The smiling sun kept up the beat
All for votes
All for hearts
The soothing breeze spread round the heat
All in strides
All in souls
We have waited, alas
It's our moment, at last

A dawn can be no better dawn
or drawn
Made by nature
Shades of culture
Cast in statutes and codes
What you trade be grade
What you shed be height
A dawn can be no better drawn
as dawn
For by the vote, this day, posts
and power be drawn, kept
or withdrawn
Yes, we waited, alas
Yes, it's dawn, at last!

Quests and Conquests

If you gun
and be gunned
There is vest for blasts

If you kite
and be caught
There is keel for heights

When you toil
and be soiled
There is sap for stains

When you shame
and be shamed
There is space for face

If you clear
and be cleared
There is height for tests

When you loot
and we hoot
There be no home, alas!

Housefuls

Your eyes are full
and fooled
Yet you dance
Your house is a houseful
of 'fuuls':
Full of fools
who seem full-proof
Full of a full dose
of tomfoolery
Fools with carts
and drunken horses
Real eyeful

Refrain:
I go climb o - I go chop o
You go fall o - We go chop o
I no go gree - You no go win
Fall Fall....gboa!

Your ears are full
and fooled
Yet you prance
Your house is barnful
of 'fuuls':
Full of goons
who dream red-pool
Fools with a full dose
of crackfoolery
Full of gaps
and gory swagger
Real earful

Refrain:
I go climb o - I go chop o
You go fall o - We go chop o
I no go gree - You no go win
Fall Fall...gboa!

As We Wish

It will crack
if we wish...and work
not wail-a-day
It will rack
if we work...and wash
up gem-a-star
This dawn wakes all
from
NINE-moons-before:
Yell, Yell...October-FREE

Sail for fatherland
Hail, as all must stand!

Me and You

Despite the distance`
respect my stance
I am the traveller
who needs a friend
Despite the horror
show me the mirror
I am the hunter
who fears and dares
Despite the money
join me the journey
I am the farmer
whose barns will grow
Despite our honours
remain my humour
I am the music
whose tune is time

So, hurry if you can
tarry if you must
Me....and you
Now, bury most your doubts
measure roundabouts
Me....and you
Sure, query why it costs
marry gains plus cuts
Me....and you

Despite the pleasure
uphold the pressure
I am the timer
who needs to prime
Despite tomorrow
I trust today
You be my treasure
hold me as rights
Despite the mystery
we have sweet mastery
You be my spirit
hold me as torch
Despite the distance
we keep our stance
I am a traveller
you be my home

So, carry da meaning
make it ya bidding
Me....and you
Merry on your day
knowing I will pay
Me....and you
I be merry my way
knowing you will pray
Me....and you

You Can Lead

Let my cry be your try
so you can fly
Let my plight be your fight
so you can bite
Let, and let be

Make your flaw not da law
so you may flow
Make ya shirt not the show
so you may glow
Live, and let be

Find my heart
not my hurt
Find my joy
not for toy
Find
not bind
Love, and let be

Pay, play
and
pray...
so it can be fun
again

Doubt...but... Dare

Damn not their motive
though their action irks
Damn not their reason
though their output stinks
Damn not their deity
though their prayer fails
I reel...but...feel

Doubt if you may
Douse if you must
Dim if you will
But leave them da door
- a weeny bit -
for breath and rethink
Save them da pain
- a teeny bit -
for health and retreat

Sense of Giving

Living is giving
Seeding gives more than gifts
and giving
Dear Heart
Show me da way
Giving love and life
Giving
Sharing in health and death
Giving
Some will lack though they hack
Giving
Some will have though they halve
Giving

The sense of living
is the essence in giving
The chance to give...
It's da song of Da Sage
The sense of giving
is the essence of life
The quest to share...
It's da tap into Deep Age

Living is giving
Seething damns more than fists
and fighting
Love to live
Then love to give
By Jove, hums Da Sage...
Give for living
Live for giving
Give as you live
Give while you live
and watch your giving grow!

Another Slang...

We have our ways
and a way
It is in the words and chords
as we weave our day
sans hay
Probes and proverbs
Traps and trappings
con and coinage
we vote the code
but rote in voyage

Oh, to lift the masses
Ah, to serve the grassroots
The sling game:
Poverty Allegation
Oh no, it's Eradication
Well, why not Reduction
as da bridge between

The slang game
Passion, tension,recession
Mission, vision, deception
Then, the master-speak
of tense and nonsense:
Da Dividends of Democracy
C'est cloak and dagger
as in Demon-crazy, alas

Now, dear counter
the slang be new and screw:
Emergency, Emergency, Emergency!
Patriots... and...Parrots on cue!!

Debt To The World

My joy of knowing
is the pain of owing
I owe my town
My joy of learning
be the pain of knowing
I owe my clan
The joy of to-ing
is the pain of fro-ing
Never enough
ever so tough
towers and troughs
I owe my soul
The joy of living
be da pain of loving
Always needing
sometimes needling
plenty to gain
I owe da WORLD!

Our Main Clue

Down in the tiny twists
are mighty hints
and sprawling ways
of most
I up for ups
and hop not down
with hops

Up in the misty swings
are many pegs
and hinting sways
for most
I train for strains
and step not down
in chains

You can read or knead
as you learn each creed
You may kiss or hiss
as you hit each miss
But the key, oh scout
is to stay silent
in tow

Memory

Nature. And we be made
Who wears
Nurture. We are being made
Who tears
Whether of plant or mammal
same sun, same water, same winds
Same, same.....same
Whether of male or female
same trails, same trials, same taps
Same, same.....same
Nature. And we be made
Culture. We are one
Future. We be then MADE!

Floating Abroad

Clever leader
You bought your loss
to sell our gain
What a float!
Clever leader
You sold our vote
to buy your note
What a float!
Forever leader
They've torn da sales
to sail their boat
What a spider-float!

Minimalism

2007. We head for space
throttle ahead, spin and jet
expanding space
by
exploiting and exploring space
or vice versa

2027. We know space
by showing space
as
friend and trend
not choke or poke

2020. The space between
be sure
our min-max allure
More space and pace
will let space
be space

High Tides

The voice of my story
will tell its tale
Look me in the face
Tell me you are true
And the tale will flow

The heat in my heart
will bear its task
Look me in the eye
Show me you are clear
And the tears will glow

The tip of my iceberg
will crush the fake
Tempt me in my dream
Thrill me in your stream
And the seas will beam

Waves be my day
Come ride
Waves be my way
Don't hide
Waves, waves, away

The tale in my voice
will pitch its tone
The heart in my heat
will set its beat
Take me in your hand
Lead me to your land
And our souls be ONE!

Free Balance

Ask God what you believe
Task man when you believe
Fault none when you deceive
Find ways how to retrieve
Hold high what you conceive
Count stars when you achieve...
da gain!

Stringing The Stretch

Make my memories
the mystery of highs
I will master metres
Make my misery
the mutters in hype
I will master tedium
Make my entry
the meaning of grit
I will muster history
Make da 'morrow
the measure of now
I will master legend

My August Dream

Bursting with life to-dawn
Gushing no lines of hype
There is a season this day
da first light of August
my moon of precious dreams
Welcome!

Bring me friends
that fend for freedom
so fiends have no say
Goad me on
to love my nation
so loot will not pay
Grant me heart
that lives in honour
so dreams may take hold
Welcome!

As you come, Dear August
bring me a chair
so we can rock and rock
Find me gems
that fit real labour
so fakes get no harbour
Tell me tales that edify
show me maps that magnify
and sell me da deal

As we deal, this autumn
lead me, alas
Teach me
Train me
Tend me in measures and mind
Make me be strong
that I may serve
Take me to tips
that mirrors can't trip
Welcome!

A nation be nation
or notion
I want mine to hold
A nation be passion
or passe
I love mine to pose
Shake my nation
that it may function
so patriots hold da reins
Shape my this home
that it be haven
so da heavens may joy, at last
Welcome!

Bursting and gushing with zest
I dream no evil
Rearing and gearing to give
I dream sweet hurry
Come, Dear August
come home with rain
Be my known and august guest
day, week and month
Be my task and veneer-mark
year, year and year
Be key when they lock
and cheese when I bake
Be tough when I doubt
and swell I rout
Then, answer the truth
as be asked of time:
Am I worthy?
Yes, says AUGUST...
I've made you so!

Frailties, Fantasies and Foibles

I fan no-one who fritters good food
They shun their mama's pot
I fault no soul who squanders sure power
They burn da people's vote
I slander not, tamper not
For they owe self their shelf
in screaming shades

Rocking and swinging in fantasies
there be no limits to range
Riding and swimming with hit frailties
there be strange hubris abroad
Raving and swanking in more foibles
there is high messing around

We fret, everyone alike
We fail, anyone, alas
We hold same space
sport like genes
smell them gas
that send some sane, some gaga

I can't create who will ruin than rule
But I note
I can't create who will loot than lead
But I vote
I won't take home da King of Fools
We've got a pool back there
I shan't make fun of Souls-in-Chains
We've lost a haul too much

I know what I know
You sow what you sow
We tip what we heap
Lave them alone...pain not alone
For, each soul has a low

Tricky Cut

Though the forest
be zest
and crest...
Let deserts be
Though the ocean
be nest
and quest...
Let rivers be
Though the heavens
be high
and nigh...
Let mortals make
da painful choice

Link and Stay

The stars speak to me
above the clouds
The clouds clang in me
beyond the stars
The combine
is a combo
This complex story
be long and soaring

I am the subject
the singing
and the song
I am tomorrow
TODAY!

Native Lines

Mother Village
What do they do in Town
I rear to go
I hear the tale
Mother Village, bear me aloft

Father Village
How do they play in Town
I dread to go
I heard the gales
Father Village, gird me a loin

Village or Town a people love
Sages and Clowns a people have
Teach me Dear Mother
Keep me Oh Father...
In Village or Town

Milestone

To leave or to live
Not a question
sure da puzzle
To live and to leave
Hail the passion
damn da muzzle
To leave and to live
What a season
damn da treason
To heave your relief
be a patriot
ride da chariot

Sure Cream

2007
There is a stream
in my dream
The world need not dim
There is a cream
in my rim
The world need not scream
There is a team
with the vim
The worst not to deem

2007
There is da steam
and stream
My dream makes me scream
There is da cream
to redeem
The best, yes, to deem

Motions and Emotions

Drive, don't dive
This veil hides the highways
and the deep dark seas
Drive for love, drive with love

Dive as motion, not emotions
This key keeps da meaning
and ya sweet measures
Dive with love, not at love

Watch and catch, be not a rhyme
It is story, it is song
Face da race is not a tale
It is reason, it be real

Listen to the Sailing Sage:
Be in love, be of pace and pant
Be on to capture as be captured
in ya drive to da Summit of LOVE.

If you read the tabloids and yellow press these days, there is no mistaking the meaning and meanness of love. Splashed with verve, venom and vim you are served hot, sizzling , snazzy and suffocating stuff. And it pays! It pays players and peepers, at once. Amazing.

If you watch the soaps, there is little left to imagine anymore! Mean-Street is merging quite lustily, even lusciously, with Main-Street. And there be no qualms, no outrage, alas!

Yet, dear trifler, LOVE makes da WORLD!!!

Policing DEATH

If life, all life, be gem

police it

If man, all man, be germ

arrest him

As in all sane zones

keep strays in check:

Death be astray right here

Guide it, guard it

Death be a-roam right now

Tame it, shame it

Set it not on fake drugs

or killer-roads

Gift it not our infant souls

or prime brains

Shoot down stigmas

be truly nice...be nature-sweet

Let light be light and fuel be fuel

Police death, and slow-sure demise

by a "kill-or-capture" order...

on POVERTY!

This is the season of unprecedented catastrophe around the world that no-one is immune anymore. As we see day and night, our leaders are hardly up to speed in supplying and securing us...for da good life!

But the business, this business, is for us all.

With disasters, destruction, desecration and depression as base, DEATH is not kidding at all. It prowls!

Mom's Recipe

I snatch your bag
you stuffed the box
Two stealing!
I cleared your vote
you chocked my voice
Two cheating!
You blocked my chops
I burnt your chaps
Two losing!

Now, why do you moan
and groan?
Is it for power that towers
or the lower who cower?
Is it for the length of strength
or the stench and wrench?
You tried your say - bad day
I have my say and way - swell day

Don't count ya gain
in others' pain
As our brothers' keepers, o' ripper
we'll save ya soul soonday
Don't count da gain
until the Blind Maiden swings
da final scale

Anyone who likes their mom must do well to remember how to win or lose in life. Watching my own country in the last twelve months reminds me of a million lines.

The key: remember the child of whom you are!

New, New Hint

A new friend from the world
of meaning
going on moments
loving no torments
looking for pleasure
needing sweet treasure:
whether of man
or nature

A new friend from the soul
of feeling
coming with moments
loving fresh comments
of life

A friend from the end
asking the questions
posing no tensions
for minds

This friend, alas, may be just
the task
or
the last
This friend, oh Precious, is
sure a meaning
and for leaning
at last!

Have a great search in the cyber-world. When you meet, if you meet, make the best of life!

Mother On Song

I was the channel of birth
can't be the pole of death
I was the bearer of breath
won't be the conduit of dirt
So, be happy
and beware, dear child
this is the meaning of life

I was the anchor
when parchments yearned
I was the ink
when blotters drank
I was the eyes and the tears
reading and reaching at once
Mine was the bosom
mine was the shield
How sweet you were in cuddly wrap!

I was the hoping, and the hope
as you reached out at night
I, the frightened and the fright
as you broke out in pangs
Hey, I was the night, you were the dawn
So, be happy
and beware, dear child
this is the story of life

I was the past as the hours passed
I am now the ancient - but I care
You are the shoot of the ageing tree
Grow in love
You be the modern - and should care
Give with love
There is a present no past can write
or rewrite
There is an ancient all youth must hold
and uphold
So, be happy
and beware, dear child
this is the history of love!

For, through you and spouse
the story continues
And, through both of you
our lineage be legend...or doom
Pray H.A.P.P.Y!

On the occasion of 2007 International Women's Day, we must celebrate MOTHERS. I wish our
world leaders were listening to their moms - or recalling what they were taught - these days!

Me, I thank my own mama o!!

The Come-back

Sounds do trample and straddle
Voices come to kill and heal
Sounds may level or revel
Voices do split or lift
And none will come your way
any way
until you choose your way
- whether carefully, even carelessly -
as you set out in life, set sail for life

Coming to grief
Going past hate
Picking your heights and the poles
Choosing love and lovers
homes and home-makers
business, or biz-partners
As you handle the map of life
and plot your path, lead your life
All be not lost
As you guard your compass
and guide your steps, watch your way
There be come-back
You are alone, or must atone
never truly in a real crowd
until you're home, or in jail
Well, you can float or bloat -
it's by the store you set

Come-back kids abound:
From poverty to prosperity to penury
and slowly, surely back to fame
From primacy to prison to presidency
From chastity to calamity to celebrity
From honour to disgrace to dignity
From piety to propaganda, to promiscuity
and measurably back to pulpit
From diva to drugs to dungeon and duffs
You come back if you're tough
You stay down if you're lost
But no one goes or comes sans luck

History is full, isn't it, of mysteries and myths. You can find enough examples of freaks, failures and fliers. Then, there are these amazing resilients: people who make turns, runs, twists and turnarounds. We call them the come-back kids.

Whether you be on or off, right now, take a good note!

I "Dread" You Each Dawn

Each night, and the dark smiles
I go high, high with stars
Come dawn, and the cockcrow
I am on the climbdown, and low

Each dawn the cock crows
I go low, low and low
I dread the light of dawn
and the fright it draws
I fight to keep me drawn
to the only one I love
Come dawn, Dear One
my heart pounds for fear...

Fear of distance
Fear of another. Another -
who may tear what we have
or tug away at it - sheer monster
Then, the tough part: meeting
you at dusk, before our night falls
for us...just you and me

Ecstasy
Having you to me
shutting all away
And the silent night
speaking love in signs and sighs
lofting us afloat in grips and gasps
No gloating
Sweet groaning
Taking us as one, staking all, alas
How meekly, how milking
each still - once and future -
still soothing - now and ever
seeping the darkness of nights

Then, like clockwork - strict and fair -
Nature, so sweet moments ago, bleeds
in the dreaded dawn
And I am drawn
Yes, drawn...again
Come dawn, and the cockcrow
I wonder
Each dawn the cock crows
I wonder
slowly picking my ponder
in tow...

Where in the world would you rather be, or who in the world would you rather be, other than one or both these love-stricken souls?!

But be sure, dear luster, that you have the heart to "wait & await".

If you see what I mean!

All for Try

My gate is for heroes
and the lowly
It will swing for them
My gate be forbidden
to the spineless
It will slam at them
Pray home

You be hero if you try
and show
You be zero if you fail
to try
You be mighty when you win
and be empty if you love
to crawl
Stay off my gate

Let the lowly strive
at dawn, each dawn
I bow for them
Let the flyers scale
the stars, more stars
I cheer for them
But the lazy? Huh
They must find my line
and stay off it
They be poison... of life
Stay of my line

Let him try that fails
It is meet
Let her fly that wins
It's a due
But them that crawl
with limbs all firm
be called to pain at noon
It is my measure so dear
Let's try for gold
Pray try

My day, oh Precious, be meant for stars
my dusk for more stars
Are you game
Their days be all for shame
who tame their soul to soil our sail
Are you flame
My say be meant for tribes
my pay for trys
Are you on
Their ways be filled with tricks
who tie their rays to seeking rent
I beg, stay off gate:
Go create!

Many third world countries remain poor for a lack of entrepreneurship and the absence or failure of the private sector. You are either in government or dead!

Too many of us are content to "belong", scared to dare; scared to death.

Hey, you're reading this because someone dared!

So can you.

Chains and Wheels

Sprint back in time
and read the textured mist
Take heed of lores
and tick the flowing truth
Strength kills the strong
Hurry or tarry...
It won't change, my son
Ply time

Stroll down the age
Soak up the tales
and let fools be fools
Moons mark the mines
as words cage the wise
Hurry or tarry...
It won't change, my doll
Stay time

Stay, stay and regard
There! Be our guard
A story starts, a moral ends
The tale of tails wagging
and slides of some flailing...
between their legs:
Go in arrant strength
come in errant shame
Mind time

Chains for wheels, all move
Wheels in chains, all moored
What be food be hood
What be drink be brink
The wise be fool again
the tough be steel no more
Measure! Be thee my guide
Pray time

As for strength, I seek
As for soul, I need
Yes. Grant both
In wisdom, in words
In wishes and wants
Ha! Set me free...
by the power of sage
and the beauty of tales
Yes. Be home for me
Hear time

I'm so tempted to comment on this piece! No, I will not. I will not spoil the fret & fun of the reader. No. No, I won't.

Let's sweat it out, and share the spoils of war!

Milestone Musing

Milestones!
As for self, for several in search
Miles ahead, mission in head
Seas to cross, mountains to climb
And we cease not, tease on
please some, fail some
Milestones!
And the wading be on

Mile for self, stone for history
We heed what is set, reset what beset
Creed, culture, nature:
All be service of sets, all in tricky resets
Oh, it is age
Oh, it is deed
Ah, it is form...maybe forms, and reform
Milestones!
And we hurry along

Let me be me...on the day I Choose
Sweet hurry
Let them high...on the streets they tar
Sweet merry
For this day, like all stars
I hold my secret as key
This time, as time gives
I hold my mission to heart
Milestones! Hear loud my claim:
This world, as wide cage
will be no prison for me
Pray thrill

Milestones!
And the samba continues
Not their mile, but mine
Not their pitch to play
Not their stone for dates
Not their measure as set
Alas, dear soul...
It is mine in strength, mine in songs
and mine in footprints for aye!

Milestones!
I have da music in me
Come map my steps
Milestones!
I be the music of hints
Come shine my robes
Milestones!
I share the comment, hold my moment
paving due movement with love
Milestones!
Let the memories beam aloft, buoy our pace
merry gently save our space
in precious footprints for aye!

I wrote this poem some years ago, prompted by the impending birthday of one of my friends who thought the world was passing by at 40! Well...

Before then, as now, there's been no shortage of souls who feel same way for a variety of reasons and on a zillion issues. Pray, why not? Man is made to fret!!

This verse is thus dedicated to all such souls: Never too late, folks! Simply don't give up.

Believe.

The Beauty of Hype

Build me a castle of hope
and boost it like horn
Let the hype and hyping
be the music of life
Buy me a platform of hope
and light it like stars
Let the hyping and hype
be the crystals of life
Paint me a canvass of hope
and crest it like shields
Let the myth and mystery
be the shimmers of life
Hahaha

It be good to hope even in war
Pray hope
It be fair to hype even in want
Pray hype
It be sore to lose even in death
Pray life
It be sure to wish even in health
Pray love

In this market of life and living
too many rivers to swim
In all seasons that test our reason
too many fires to quench
Test we must
Keep we may
Seal we need
It hold a day, can fold a year
One who win know not the pain
So a mighty hope plus a little hype
be their music...
in the glitzy castle, known
as the fortress of feasts
One who lost gain all the strain
So a little hope plus a mighty hype
be their music...
in an empty ballroom, cast
as the banquet of life!

Don't blame those whose humour themselves in power or projects. They read history sideways and let its mirror confuse their tiny brains! No matter.

From preachers to poachers, from professors to painters, and poets to presidents many remain in hypes, many in fading hopes! Given.

The beauty of hope is the balance in hype! A little over the line and your dreams be a myth. A solid tent in Hope-Land gives you the rights to fish in measured hype as a guest in Hype-Ville!

It's cut and blend.

PayDay Blues

Is it time
Let's see the winds
and your whirlwind-dues
Is it time
Let's hear the tunes
and your whirlwind-strings
Is it time
Let's read the tome
of your whirl-wild-world

Fry, it may be tall
Cry, it may be fall
Trip, it may all come...
creaming
crashing
or
dashing, alas

If it be time - dreary, cheery -
it's pay as you go
or
earn as we come
Is it time
Ask thee at dawn!

When you do the mathematics of life, it hardly adds up smugly. No matter. What matters is our role and our place.

This season, Americans, Britons and Nigerians must know what I mean!

It is the Dawn-of-Asking in not a few lands!!

Mama's Yarn

Gulp not hot curry
in darn hurry
despite ya hunger
despite its flurry
You'll burn ya tongue
You'll peel ya mouth
You'll lacerate ya gum
harming ya gasping throat

From thence, dear careless:
Forget ya favourite spice -
you'll lose da taste
From this peppered curry, oh gulper:
You be done in a hurry - no merry

At dawn, damn
Noon, damn
Night, damn
And if you're still hungry...
Damn, damn, damn!

Not many of us aren't living by enough caution these days, are we? Whether in respect of wars or HIV/AIDS or illegal immigration or political gambits or media onslaught: same same.

Listen to every Grandmother in sight. Yours, mine or theirs...they have tales to tell. And their songs are words of wisdom!

Believe.
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Nigeria: A Fractured Presidency

There is pain and pun in the land
and
the players play on
There is dread and drain in our land
and
the players dance on
There is storm and strain in the fold
and
the players slam on
Dear Leader, which one you dey?

Pull-me-I-pull-you
God no go vex
Jam-me-I-jam-you
Bone no go broke
Today na today, is the song in town
To stay na to kill, be da game sad game
It's danger ever and dagger galore
Bad matter!

They took office as friends, what friends
They shared conquests as gains, what gains
Now it's war, war war
They made merry as pals, what pals
They hurled others as stars, what stars
Now it's mud, mud-rake
They see nothing but feud, what feud
They suck others to feud, hell feud
Now they're fiends, fang fang
Pray Elder, which side you dey?

Parts, and we'll choose no part
until they pact
or part
Songs, we'll join no chants
until they chat
or chart
Votes, we'll take all care
before they flare
our share
Dear Leader, no nak our head!

Each day a way, each way their pay
No matter
These days be days no one foresaw
Small matter
But verily verily bubble be burst
Pure scatter
As they go, when they go
Not much be ours to cheer...
Sad matter!

Now, Dear Leader and Vice
We have a plea for you:
May ya minds be kind in sights
and kinder in fights
May ya skin be tight in shouts
and tighter in bouts
For this season of misery
be a mystery so dire
And this manner of parting
be nothing to cheer
Beware!

President Olusegun Obasanjo and Vice President Atiku Abubakar are in the final stages of the father (since they be male!) of all presidential roforofos (street fight)!

I rest comment on this saga for now.

Verses be golden...

Papa Shimon Peres: Apostle of Peace

(From da Soul all GOOD)

High in the clouds of anger
fizzle all hope
High in the skies of measure
muzzle all hate
Sense and sensation can date
but the marriage fades
in time
Parts and paths may irk
but our carriage jades
with time
From da soul all good

Deep in the news of anger
drip all bile
Deep in the views of elders
drip all writ:
Let the young beware

Ply not the beaten path
Root for peace
Pile not on rotten parts
Build in peace
Fresh in the waves of nature
hold ya flag
Fresh in the hearts by reason
bear love-tags
May the young be warned

Pray peace, I plead
And hold ya world
Copy Sage Ghandi
Pray peace, I sing
And own da world
Follow Mandela, our dear Madiba
Yes... for in ya soul all good

Today's BBC World Debates (Special) in Doha, Qatar was indeed quite special. Pa Shimon Peres, deputy prime minister of Israel, was the distinguished guest, and he spoke with wisdom, pain, courage, hope and trust. He was absolutely honest and decidedly upbeat. He was calm, he was distinguished.

Palestine and Israel must make peace. It is the only right and sustainable outcome for all the hate and bile and deaths and carnage and talks and road-maps.

If Israel can make peace with Egypt and Jordan, why not Palestine!

The best way for the young in both States is to focus on the future, and work positively without bitterness. Study the past, if you will, but only to use its lessons to work for good. Don't repeat the bad past. It is useless and senseless.

The questions were relentless, urgent, agitated. Expected. His mien was disarming and his soul shined through his measured words and exhortations: "I didn't come here to win a/the debate". Every interrogator was respectfully nudged to be an interlocutor by the wise phrases and eye to eye contact of a genuine master of peace - The living Sage of Israel. The hall melted in his wake, and we hope the theatres of war and conflict will follow suit.

Apostle Peres got a resounding and warm applause from a predominantly Arab and largely young audience: befitting a balanced envoy of conscience, who has seen it all.

Let each cabinet, every world capital listen. BBC should extend its repeat broadcast specially: say once every week for FIVE weeks.

My respects.

Even If I Cry

My land is my home
no matter our pain
Home home
My land is my hope
even as I pain
Hope hope
They asked me before
and I said no
They'll ask me again
and I'll say no...
To hate

My land makes me laugh
Let them tease
My land keeps my lot
Let them tempt
They have taken before
I know
They will gather again
I'm sure
But leave me alone
I am the stump
of the conquered race
I will sprout again
Spring spring
Gloat on as yore
Tease tease
I am the gourd
of the ancient wine
I sour not
I vintage on...
Even as I cry

My land be love
Love love
My home be all
Sweet home
These tears will water
the fields of freedom
Let me cry
This pain will rain
to gain again
Let me ache
My land is my home
Pray home
For I hold you no harm
or hate

My heart be store and song
as I bear for meals anew
All renewed
The tune is hard to dance
but I'll take you along
All renewed
The beat is meant for kings
but I'll ask you to dance
All for new
My land be my day
Come dance
My home is my pay
Come stay...
In peace

My land be my world
Yes yes...the world
My space be my say
Oh yes...my way
Come aboard, my friend
Mind not my cry
Come and know my way
Mind not the pain
For my land, this land
be mine, me, and more!

All those who have ever fought deprivations, apartheid, ethnic intolerance, religious bigotry, racism, gender imbalance or caste stigma will know where this drum is sounding from!

Buy, then, the Mandela Doctrine: Together, sans Bitterness.

It never fails.

My Swirl for You

There is a link I lost
you now provide
There is a way to lust
you now deride
There is a hate I had
you now sedate
There was this fear around
you knocked aground
Welcome

I am the thanks afar
you now deserve
I am the gong aboard
no one would beat
I am that case
you heard and solved
I am the willing hand
none could engage
Thank you

There is the fear in me
I wish to share...
hidden secrets
I've held for years
There is a day I dread
someday ahead
and wonder if you'll
fight my frights
Welcome

It's the day of a thousand hearts
Heads as sea
Necks adorned
Lights aglow
For at "9 past 9" Due Day
the master-gong will sound
All true-blood will make the round
and the drunken-crowd
will mock the odd
Who be the odd? The barren
of means or mind...
Now, you've saved me both
Thank you

Will you be there
I was lost before
Will you be true
I was mocked before
Will you be swell
I deserve the glee
Will you be all
I must dance for you
Welcome

1993. There was this soul that thought it was all gone, all lost, over. Then the chance to meet and start something. Then the click, and it clicked! Bliss...

Because things are good, the observer records things - as means of lessons and records. The year was 2003. And it still keeps.

Hmm...Poets!

Gain from Bygones

Poor as it comes, the past be past
Tough count
Low as it gets, a past be past
Hard bite
But the business this long
be a trigger both ways:
Pull...or it be pulled!

Build the past
with ya present
Don't fret
Blast the past
from ya moment
Don't doubt
Flush the past
from ya memory
Don't count
Seal the past
with ya present:
All done!

Hot as we lose, past be past
Long song
Cold as we freeze, past is past
Hard grit
And the window this short
be a platform both ways:
Mount...or be mount!

What role for me, dear builder
I'm tasking to heed
What day in me, dear blaster
I'm hurrying to cast
What time is it, dear flusher
I'm tarrying to cheer
Which cut you take, dear sealer
I merry to mould

Dark as we were, the past is past
Crude crawl
Damped as we got, all past be past
Creep crawl
The go this go is the anchor of life:
Hook...or be sunk!

Do you wonder if I'll bother
Do you ponder why I bother
Well, stay calm, honey:
We live a now from whence we came
We have a now by how we build
So, damn your past if you will
It changest not
Shine your now as best you can
It buildest all
And the past will rest...
in perfect sleep:
To give you rest
and perfect peace

Poor as it comes, pray
Hot as we lose, pray
Dark as we are, pray
Then cast ya bridge, dear builder
and join me... in Mission Control:
To a past redeemed...To da past no more!

What do you think: All them "come-back kids" we hear about, see around...they didn't drop from Mars, you know? They did it all here, right here on Planet Earth. Yes.

Get hold of yourself...and just get on with it, folks! Get the past out of the way, it's fouling things and blocking you!! Yes.

Who the blast am I to say? Past or blast, tag me...Town Crier! Yes.

One To Last

Body to body
spirit by spirit
we won't be different
tonight
Alas, we ought be bonded
at last

Story of story
music to lyrics
I have a message
for you
At last, we will be bonded
alas

Dawn was the messenger of bliss
But I queried - not knowing
slow searching!
Noon was the driver of bliss
But I questioned its very route
still searching!
How a simple eve on nature's route
can act to heal...
How a merry tip from distant lips
can heal a heart...
How, dear apple, your sweetly lines
can chant and rhyme...
Love be the setting, alas
Love is the ending, at last!

Body to spirit
spirit and body
we won't be different
tonight
For, as one, we will be bonded
at last
And, by love, we will be different
no more!

Let no one kid you, the power of love is love. Now, for this to last you will have to journey to the place called LoveLand. And bite the bullet.

If you doubt or ask, pray, you are not alone. It's in the pie!

Some Know, Some Row

Season of trials
season of trails
Reasons for pain
reasons for gain
You may go
You may behold

Some know, some row
I may win
I may wink
Some know...
and some row

Unions are unions
Pinions be pinions
If you pick the onions
you know your onions
If you lack opinion
you have no onion

Some know, some row
You may go
You may behold
No matter
I may win
I may wink
No matter
Some will row...
and some just know

Of all things bold
or told
some know, some row
Of all things high
and nigh
some just row...
and some will know

This is a verse which tells and sells to self. You can't choose (okay, shouldn't choose) for others. So, you sing to them...in verses, just in case!

Yeah, sounds, not fury.

Power Shows Them

Dear Power
Thank you...
For we now know

But for you
they would have tricked us
used us
and dumped us, again

But for you
they would have ganged up
sold all
and mocked us, again

Dearest Power
Thank you...
For we now know

When we fought for freedom
they joined the dictators
When we sought democracy
they joined the usurpers
We forgave
they forgot
We voted
they plotted
We danced for nation
they pranced for pocket

Now is time for change
they forget their oath
Now is time to render
they forget their pledge
Thank you Power
for piercing their ranks
for showing their soul
and sheathing our sword

Oh, thank you Power
They would have used us, again
conned us again
Yes...
They would have killed, maimed
and fooled us, again
But Power, dear Power
You've shown them to us, anew
Yes...
Since you tackled them at noon
exposing their post and posing
they can't fool us at night, again
Yes...
Come election, next Elections
their chickens will come home
to roost

Pay Day is round the corner for elected officials who do not perform. And why not? Never take voters for a ride, nor your nation for granted. No.

Now it happens everywhere: politicians failing the electorate. So, this is not a third world sin. It is universal, and is becoming surprisingly globalised.

2007 will follow 2006 in punishing the guilty. No question.

For Nigeria, my country, we are entering our Era of Renaissance from this year. Let all who love this land work for that. Thank you for your positive part.