Biography of Richard Israel
i am reliable, self motivated. my way of life are spirituality + philosophy which is real me. i possess a philosophical and spirituality eyes in viewing things of life.i believe in egalitarianism. am a young writer to say. i have number articles for a quarterly magazine, the spectacle. writing for the Nigeria alert. i write at my leisure time, if there is any at all. am a moralist. i believe in individual living in such a way that does not affect people around them
Richard Israel's Works:
fundamental formulae for oral English
Richard Israel Poems
The Trapped Generation
Although i belong to a generation condemn by A vast population of the elders with venom like Tongue, i still know, it is the residual and the replica of The misfortune established by the passing
The Inebriated Heart
Heart The object of shame i object But in the threshold of my table I stumbled like an unguided toddler.
If i do not stand on my feet when the sun set in, till darkness choke the sun, A bell will surely bang to lead me to a land, where sorrow is deprived of the right to live with man Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! My soul shout. Home! welcome home, home! a precious land, i set to go, my will i can not control
Long Goodbye To Literature Pundit
In the memory of my lost fantasy, i was invoked. The raw definition of celebrity shaded my mind. I quickly searched my pen from my pocket to pen down information.....
Shame To This Generation
Living our generation in darkness path as they Sell our future at the polling booth To make their wish accomplish at all cost We hold our breath and collapse in our luxury thought.
The Ugly Ones
My heart aches of the death of the young ones Disease sinister of wrong story incubates my heart The young dies in the position of the age The age struggle to snatch the blanket uses by the young
Emissaries Of Shame
EMISSARIES OF SHAME The city groans and wails everyday of the untold truth Nature soul gasps and pants why brightness fades away from our city Darkness forms her feet on the platform of our soul
Come Home My Missing Bone
Come home my missing bone, haven't you discovered my awesome plight, i express each time we summon our voices? I eager for while now, But you close your silver teeth at my express. At the wall of love i tread every day, I got intoxicated many times, and my mind tightly looses strength.
Emissaries Of Shame
EMISSARIES OF SHAME
The city groans and wails everyday of the untold truth
Nature soul gasps and pants why brightness fades away from our city
Darkness forms her feet on the platform of our soul
We couldn't comprehend the future seeing in emptiness
At night our existence swing round to hold a breath
Promises overwhelm our better judgments, but starvation never
Stops finding her root in our land