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I'm this man, next to that crime connoisseur I've been a cheat, I've been a lie, call me names, For, my thief operates phases, via a face, for all Nail me to my cross, I'm set to take my blames. Again, my love, Let me bring from mile, your smile. If it's worth sinned, it's worth punished, really But remember, heavens dance over a sole rebirth, Here is my hands, sustain it, lest it get weary That later, I might use to cuddle you, like a belt. Again, my love, Draw me close, you have my oath. Long ago, I claimed strong, now sit I helplessly Come, my requested rib, come fill me in an hurry, All that my heart sings, is your name -honestly Come back, or is it too late now to say “sorry"? Again, my love, Let me blunt your tears I brought. My heart beats like am on a track of a rear race Perhaps, by night, to an unmapped place it'll fly, Lest my exit shall shun some suns and their rays Let not those tarrying trees out wave you “bye...

We hear it, the sound of your dissonance beats At the shrine, where your body and soul meets, You claim to have a breach to sole soul's sorrow Yet, your abode is doubting of seeing tomorrow, This shame, to my entire hereabouts herbalist; When the country ache render their herbal least. We can see those buildings, bigger than Mecca's But, aside piled bricks, where are your medals? You claim to be an influence and agent of peace Yet, your country has never for once be at ease, This shame, to my Muslim sisters and brothers; Whose prayers can't spring and break borders. We knew it, you increase by each tick(s) of time And to many souls, just an alarm is your chime, You claim abundance is at the tip of your finger Yet, your Jerusalem slowly dies of merry hunger, This shame, to my breathing brethren in Christ; That kneels can't go low for the country to rise. This shame; To my people that can't shine their lights To my fellow religious souls that ...

I'm like an unsafe boy of no tranquil haven Reaping his breath from the ghetto heaven, With me, no feet stand as a shielding hark Even my shadow waves “bye", when it's dark. Daily as I peep the sky, in search for a better day All I see is the shunning sun and it's ruining ray, Still, some says; “in lot of lost, lies a lot of life", Perhaps, they've never known what it takes, for boys like me to survive. In dawn of today, I once hoped to be redesigned Yet, when I woke, tribulation, is the only word that got me defined, Times talk truly, but my success story, they can't mention And when my mind is although choked, it has never skipped this question; When will I spell  g r e a t n e s s? #PsalmsInk #StraightFromTheMind © Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist) '18.

That our children may not think of us rootless We shall say now, Before this cold breeze freeze our ink And the dumb death seize our mouth, Before we won't be able to eat again or breath again, We shall tell now; How we killed our father. Our identity, the feeling agent Intact; neither faded by sun contact, Constant; nor changed by the dark of night But if today, yesterday's black turns devil on whites' screens, Or paints villain in their novels; It's at the emergence of grudge, That our low lullaby becomes an insult. If we were ever handicapped, not culturally And our tradition could not be frightened by any custom, Not on any challenging or norm less road Charged was our respecting speedometer, But if at dawn a cock crows tomorrow And a naive native son deny father a humble prostrate, Knot the blames on the neck of last stroke. On that shameful market,  by the street Before our pride was being priced for naked, And my sister's navel da...

Where am I coming from? This breeze, to where is it driving me? Is this the entrance of heaven? Or the exit of the earth? But for real, I died last night. This junction I am, two things I seek The said river Jordan, And the prophesied mountains That I may swim in or climb my next life, My usual home,  a casual resident, now. Why is there much noise? Why are people crying? Like am of importance? Like they truly care? Like they will really miss me? Last night, I embarked Unkept,  unloved,  uncared, Last night, I blown my final breath To the winking death's nose pit, That I may hook with someone, at least. Like a leper, I was thoroughly avoided My sour mouth denied ached belly, To take the cure, no one would console The non transmitted illness called But all angles showed me no carer. Why is there much noise? Why are people crying? Like am of importance? Like they truly care? Like they will really miss me? Now I stand with them Pointin...

Solemnly, the race started in dark With gists, with talk and walked  to smiles, Like the nailing of that saving ark Our friendship quickly run miles. She's a bird of my feather Times with her- a homely one, In space we flock together Without her- a lonely run. Now love I shown but err was seen This rightful wrong, who shall amend? “Just let me be"- all she sings This loving journey , is this how it'll end? Our departure, my mind it tortures This friendship ought to be nurtured. #PsalmsInk © Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).

If it's impossible to know where your tooth was first shown I tell you won't know which grave your body shall be thrown, Each time you want to ease your mind in sleep Whisper to the Lord your soul to keep, In case you die before you wake That your soul may be committed for Lord to take, In every of your steps, day of death you must keep in mind The reason am writing this- to my unborn child. Occurrences occurred, matters arose, some issues I've seen But a less me couldn't help, may God forgive me because inability is a sin, Be always ready to help, be strong in every ramifications World is a war front, courage is the only  ammunition, Every moment is ever ripped to start good Grab opportunities, never be a dumb goof, Start thinking differently since you descend from mum's heaven, Seek advice from your elders, but life is but deceit- be careful! To your own mis/furtune you're the architect Sadness is a choice, but you can decide happiness, ...