1. I seek to know what friendship's about!
So I turned to the rivers for answers.
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Discrimination for years have stay
We are we and they are they
Close thee my eyes for they are they
In pain or loss they are still but they
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Nearest to the thoughts from a condensed mind,
Filled with vague emptiness and ambiguity,
Is the heart that drains away that which is learned,
Harkened to for a while but let go for obscurity,
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I bid Farewell, Wayfarer
Thrust your way further
Like the vestal the phallus thrusts through
Journey the skies with splendor through
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Some words are far lost
Ever before they were formed.
Some thoughts are ready to distort,
So don’t bother them constructed.
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I seek to know what friendship entails!
It's a good clothe that's worn roughly.
A good wine drank to the excess.
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I'll endure a little more
Yet a little of this road I tour
I have danced, my heels to touch my hand
To this rhythm that hoots in my head
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Now that you have done it!
And your tool retracts, drenched in the juice
Back to its place like a sword its sheath
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Let us sing the coup d'etat song
The sound of the gong to click the Khaki boys' ears
A rhythm of red tape to bar their wild rage
When we sing, clap and dance,
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*(1991-1996) Air Force Primary School. Ibadan {Primary Sch. Leaving Cert.} *(1996-2002) Urban Day Grammar Sch. Ibadan {Secondary Sch. Leaving Cert.} *(2002-2005) Universal College of Technology, Ile-Ife {National Diploma, Mass Communication} *(2006-2008) Osun State Polytechnic Iree {Higher National Diploma, Mass Comm.} *(2010-2012) University of Ibadan {Postgraduate Diploma, Theatre Arts} #Associate Member, Institute of Strategic Management Nigeria#)
Read My Lips
1. I seek to know what friendship's about!
So I turned to the rivers for answers.
Because the city was running mad.
There on the street of no-streets,
5. I met my friend of no-friend;
Who holds the title of no-titles
He said to me ''read my lips''
It's a good clothe but worn roughly.
A good wine drank to the excess.
10. And then he mutters some words
But all I'd heard has been my voice
My own voice!
I know my words and can't be stolen
So roared I to him in reply, "read my lips! '
15. Here again the voice is not mine
With one asking came I hither
With two askings I should have left
Now go back I with one answering
"No one answers my asking, but me! "
20 And that is friendship just unraveled
Actions of Men are like sewing niddles; holding repercussions firmly at the nearest end