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Pounding pounder by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeacePounding pounder.
Pounding pounder pound pounds 'pon pestle pestle
as the mortar wiggle in pain of wrestle,
The pounder giggle in sad smiles giggle
as pestle pestles pow'r of pounder pestle.

The pounder pestles pestle power and wiggle
as mortar dance to the giggling pestle wrestle,
The mortar mount more mortaryam as pestle
cry cries culled from calls of mortar pow'r wrestles.
In painy pains and poundy pounds, pounding wrestle
smile at pounder pestle as pestle did wiggle
at the pounder when mortar smuggle the riddle,
Then, pounder twangle after winning the wrestle.
"words from the innocent mind"
               Philip Peace

Pains of pleasure by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
Pains of pleasure.
Peace come, go and get me meal for dinner,
He called as I ran like the jungle lion
To get a meal to eat in the winter
like a hungry lion in oblivion.
Peace come, go and get a meal for dinner,
With smiles, I bought indomie for our meal,
Burried in the coffin of a pan, where
burning gas blast, like windy cease queal.
Oh, the meal is burning, it is dying!
I held the hot pan and down it smiled in pleasure;
Yee! My bare hands on gas cooker, it's burn'ng!
My Bro smiled, enjoy your pain in pleasure.
"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

What a world by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceWhat a world.
What a world that's worth-sword;
Pierced into a pierced sword,
What a world that worth sword;
Smiles or tears in sword's worth.
What a world of sword's worth:
A horror of honour's worth,
The world where wards worth sword
in the street of plain sword.
In a loosed Luke lu-laby
does Luke smile like sweet-archive
at the flooriside of life
in soft touch of still ticking time.
Cuddling culls calls, Cody cut chords,
Slowly stalked the chords in a stall
as the chord calls Cody to install.
What a world that's worth-sword.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

Talk to them by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace.Talk to them.
Tell the gods of the earthly kingdoms that
the hat has failed, the cap now reign, the hat
has fell from the stairs of demon as birds
and has been buried by ants in their beds.
Tell the gods of the earthly kingdoms that
the clouds has wept and we've heard the voice that
made the soil sweet, the wind has wept,
we've seen the secrecy of mother hen.
Tell the gods of the earthly kingdoms that
the hat has failed, the cap now reign, the hat
has fall'n  'nto the dungeon as dragon would,
Talk to them that  talk the talks of wise fools.
Talk to them that talk the talks of bad shell,
Talk to them cos' their end is bad soft end,
Talk to them of wise talks, for they're old fools!
Talk to them that talk the talks of wise fools.
Talk to them that lie the truth and dive the
sky with their covet holy eyes, tell the
blurred vision men for we've known ' hidden truth,
Talk to them that talk the talks of wise fools.
"words from the innocent mind&…

Poem by Akinwale Peace: I waited for dawn

Akinwale PeaceI waited for dawn.When I waited for dawn:
the moon got me fawn,
I looked at the beauty's blue moon,
As it light fade in shinning blooms.
The sun shine should soon shine
tho' moon tarry all night
and star act not to quail
as inferno, a burning lake.
When will the moon hide it's shell?
When will the darkness turn to light?
When will the night smile at the light?
When will the soft breeze give to hot sunny light?"words from the innocent mind"
                Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: when will you cease your pleasure?

Akinwale PeaceWhen will you cease your pleasure?Is it when darkness cease' to give to dawn?
Or when sky cry and the soil moan' or frown?
Is it when the rain cease' it's breath and crown?
Or when the stars cease' it's light and smile frowns?Is it when the birds cease' their chirps and tweets?
Or when feathers slap the poor being spirits?
Is it when the birds couldn't flap their wings?
Or when blood compete the oceanic stream?When will you cease your pleasure that hurts dust?
When will you cease your pleasure that curse soil?
When will you cease your pleasure, that false call?
When will you cease your pleasure that hurts dust?You're inevitable but will you cease
your pleasure that hurt dusts and their spirits?
When will woe wear woe? when will it cease stings?
When will woe wear woe which walk with witch's wings?"words from the innocent mind"
                Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: what worth worth worthy importance?

Akinwale Peace
What worth worth worthy importance?
What is important about this thus peace?
What is important about the dust's plea?
What is important about the blue moon?
What is important about their dull skull?
What is important about the bright sky?
What is important about the rain'ng eyes?
What is important about the glow'ng star?
What is important about their kill'ng stare?
What is important in their whereabout?
When all they feed us is a null warehouse?
What is important about their soft heart,
when all they give us is hurting smiles trap?
What worth worth worthy where war wants world war?
What worth worth worthy where war wants world war?
What is important about this thus peace?
What is important about the dust's plea?
What worth worth worthy of our crying sky?
What worth worth worthy of our smiling eye?
What worth worth worthy of their melting ice?
What worth worth their worth? let them die the die'.
"words from the innocent mind"
               Phil…

Poem by Akinwale Peace: The other room

Akinwale PeaceTHE OTHER ROOM.
The backyard of the earth, a end of a
beginning. A journey of the timeless;
A dark light of another realm in a
tack time to vanish the space for-ever rest,
Where the good and the bad sleep at a bed.

A slow journey as of eternity,
An entity as of Titanic, where
broken curves shriek man's life like enemies,
the gentle touches of the worms lie where
the end of the beginning grips man's heart.

Another room full of sorrow and pain;
Another room, voices of songs of praise,
Another room of guilty minds and shame,
Another room of shining crowns as of
stars on saints as they dance to the devour
of enchantment rendered to the creator.

Another room where gain is pain;
Another room where lie the aches,
Another room of song of praise;
Another room where worms makes man cry,
Another room, fire burns and smile.
"words from the innocent mind"
                Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: End of no end

Akinwale Peace
End of no end.
Curves in a place, facing faces of shapes
In a derisive intro of the space;
Guilty innocency of shameless shame,
Guilty pride of saint, innocency stained.

Shouts of warrior like of dragon
in a pit, pit as of dungeon!
Earth! I am the lord, Lord dragon!
My false is truth, I'm the jungle lion.
Shivers of cold melt like ice in fire;
Tears of mercy quench the thirsty fire.
Of no god, He or She? says it's God's pillar!
Warring tongues cleavages in storms pleasers!
The time is come when your conscience will burn
you and make you motionlessly run
like the lion of a kingless jungle,
like the bells of no ding dongs. Tick jingles.

End of no end, angelic devil's friend!
Tears dropped ice, burned before it guilt def'nd
the hurting thorns of smiling inferno,
End of no end, sigh sights of "had I know?"
"words from the innocent mind "
              Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: Those days

Akinwale Peace
Those days.
Those days when my  head do painfully ache,
Those days when you made senses out of tears,
Those days when I horribly forced out pains,
Those days when my flesh failed from warmth of cold fears.
You did what I could never do for you;
You did raised my head and kissed, eased from you.
You did closed my eye and said "I love you"
You did felt my heart beats and said "love you"
You did sang diff' lullabies I should sing;
You did, like the birds' flys' and always sing,
You did, with your voice of the England Queen,
You did, and made tears my smiles, I'm a king!
Those days when you were like my soft pillow;
Those days when your gentle touches heal me,
Those days when I felt loved without sorrow,
Those days when I could love you plus your mean.

That day when you whisper "I'll go too soon"
That day when you made me smile to the moon,
That day that the certainty do sting you,
That day that I saw you for the last of you.
"…

Reversed poetry by Akinwale Peace: Night

Akinwale Peace
NightReversed poetry.
if the sky was the man
and the wife be the star.
if the cloud be the child,
and the rain be his strives.
if the sky knows the star will mar
he and his swallowed corn will fly
on his plan, then he will make plan,
like the birds does before soar'ng high;
if the cloud be the child,
cloud try fight for his right
and the rain be his strives:
moonlight will heal their strives.
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Reversed
moonlight will heal their strives.
and the rain be their strives;
cloud try fight for his right
If the cloud be the child.like the birds does before soar'ng high:
on his palm, then he will make a plan,
he and his swallowed corn will fly
if the sky knows the star will mar.
and the rain be his strives,
if the cloud be the child
and the wife be the stars.
if the sky was the man.
"words from the innocent mind"
                  Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: Alone with my thoughts

Akinwale Peace
Alone with my thoughts.
Here, there, my race speed'd up to crawling walk
as my eyes scanned through the wall of the real work.
And my dew overwhelm the crying Sky's rain
and uproar of madness got me insane.
And I scanned through the low dry land - valley,
From the mountain top, I saw the alleys
that led to a desert in the valley
as the sheep led graze through  the alleys.
I saw the Lilly and dared bother it,
I was gone for by the dew in the sea:
And uproar of madness got me insane;
Captured by the love of lone in a holy mundane.
I'm alone in the world of thoughts,
Alone here, alone with my thoughts.
Mysteries are my thoughts opened in secret,
Misery are they when recalled in secret.
"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: guilty conscience

Akinwale PeaceGuilty conscience.When my shadow had to fight
and my heart has gone a flight.
When my invisible soft lips kisses shocks
from the invisible soft lips as rocks.
That lovely fiery darkened night:
When my alarm made my smiles fright.
The moon has kissed my light, glowing
like the sun, competing the star.
Heart pricking of words from me,
Without my lips moving in
like the 20 metres restless inn aches,
I cry dry visible tears,- I'm of less blames!
Alarming conscience prick -innocent - ly,
My perfect flaws hurt my plea for mind's peace.
Shadows fight my shadow, like a roaring sea-
invisibles hurt my visibility.
"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: since 1960

Akinwale Peace
Since 1960.
Birds once chirp like the brooks,
now they rap like no future in group.
Political mood swings in-stability
like we had no democratic kings.
Independence is like colonialism,
Like the clock, let's tick back to 1960.
Political upheavals and mood swings,
To and fro, back and forth, amusement swings.
Government of we we
now became a world of we'll kill,
Tears ain't up to the stream,
Perhaps, we could swim.
Today comes as morrow seems dead,
Night comes and light seem dread.
Mirror of 1960 still flash and swing,
Independence is like colonialism.
Let night fall and light nev'r come,
Let sun shine and rain nev'r fall.
Independence is like colonialism,
Like the clock, let's tick back to 1960.
"words from the innocent mind"
               Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: naked hope

Akinwale Peace
Naked hope.On this swing it rotates round and round
like the kid's Merry go round,
It throws man like motionless kids,
Making rich seem poor and enjoying penury.As it swings, hair grows oily to hoary,
As it swings, hope strives to stand out of the crowd tho' rowdy,
Left and right, front and back. No one is chasing
but the race is nakedly competitive.The truth deceives the lies without words,
Seem democracy is evil to sword of force.
Nakedly, we anticipate for a clue
but none is better in the two.On this swing it rotates round and round,
As it swings, hair grows oily to hoary.
Fate plays man like kite, future is blurry,
We hope nakedly for the end of the beginning in 4  years round."words from innocent mind"
               Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: smiling tears

Akinwale Peace
Smiling tears.
The forbidden present metaphysical gods,
Why hast thou left the earth bond?
Why hast thou made ocean from tears and blood?
Why hast thou made devils live in our court?
Our smiles, birds kiss with feces,
Our tears, dew watered like erosion,
Our tears run as river paces,
Our smiles are running blood from hot Inferno's illusion.
The forbidden metaphysical gods!
Where hath thou hidden Orunmila?
The one that might bless the curse,
The  one that might be our death's inhaler.
Where hath thou invisible deaf gods?
Why hath thou given room for tears in smiles?
Where are you ancestors of swords?
Heal the world with their blood and covet eyes!
We smile tears of sorrowful honour,
Sango! where is thy oceanic fire?
Ogun! Where is thy fiery thunder of horror?
Let's see your power, put smiles on smiling tears.
"words from the innocent mind"
                Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: let thieves save the thieves

Akinwale Peace
Let the thieves save the thieves.
I said the earth is evil
He said it's blissful.
I said she's the paragon of pieces
He said she's the emblem of peace.
I said she's saintly corrupt,
He said we corrupted her with it.
I said we are reasonable wiz,
He said we've not utilized it.
I shook my head in pity, He showed no sympathy.
What kind of being?
You appear in disappearance in my dreams,
You want to kill my dead breathing spirit?
I rose up from my sleep
I saw her giant seeds with mass war tears,
Law inequality-equality spread the air,
Pieces was their peace.

I stumbled and fled to the dream land,
I met Him, His hand innocently debarred.
I said, you couldn't carry out a task?
He said, she and her giants chased me apart.
Unless you come to me in peace,
Pieces is your lovingly known peace,
A thief can't save a thief,
A thief can save a thief!
Awakened sleeping dusts!
Let's change the corrupt world,
Let thieves save thieves
Let the tied save the tied thr…

Poem by Akinwale Peace: lovers of evil

Akinwale PeaceLovers of evil.Their policies are fake,
They soothe lips to seek fame,
They nev'r give up as the padlock at the jail,
We're thrown in haven of inferno, failing to quail.They're entrusted with the whole economy,
Apparently, we assumed they'll give us glory,
They feed us with painful toothpick,
We smile to our ugly nightmare and dreams.A fairy tale of our reality was our reward
after we'd served with honesty and honour,
The knights cry in the hands of the slaves,
The star only cries but it's light can't shine by day.Lovers of evil,
The tears from our blind eyes compete the stream,
All you did was to get your bag of salt from it,
Lovers of evil."words from the innocent mind"
               Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: Arewa my African Queen

Akinwale PeaceArewa: My African Queen.
A gaze at your face brightens my sky,
The birds sings of your lullaby.
Your face shines bright like the sun,
Your eye is like a golden chain in the sun.
Your acts are like the doves:
Gentle, your eyes shines like the beautiful star, glows
are your beauties as of pionus parrots.
Your kinds are rare like the golden straw.
You're the beauty amongst beauties as Okin amongst birds,
You're my Mandela: for me, you're perfect.
You're the Palm wine in my biggie small gourd,
You're the rain that full the basket of my love.
Arewa, your smiles got me smiling:
Your face tells of a raw Gold shining,
Your touch ease my hot temperature,
You're the woman for my future.
You're too fair with great strength as eagles'
You're too weak for my lion of love to devour,
Like the serpent does, I'll do you no hurt,
cos' you're my Angel, my Golden jewelry.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: Equitable care

Akinwale Peace
Equitable care.
I slept in the heaven with a weak heart
and woke up in a stranger's lap;
with her hands telling of the sweet earth,
mouth can't tell, she's really fair.
She'd once tagged me "no smiling boy"
But now, I seem greased by her oil
like a bullet filled to fire;
After the welcome act of my birth.

Cared all along
with smiles gleaming my face on the long-run
She'd told me "I'm your Momma" she obviously cared,
No objection, she's the motherhood mother.
Yea, we're strangers,
Now, we're blood sharers.
Like the milky silky flow from her breast,
Her blood flow immensely in my vein.
"words from the innocent mind"
                 Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: The forceful will

Akinwale PeaceThe forceful will.
"No dream is too big
Sky is the limit".
Just like Christopher Wallace B.I.G
says, I needn't quote him
But I was inspired by him.
Yea, starting the stopping goal!
The indefinitely thoughts of the whole,
clinching to the fate in the hole?
Salivating "will I be able to take it hold?"
Don't split at your dream, you don't need a co!
The worries of the man at the polling votes,
Looking like a jack ass in his petticoat,
Feeling ignorance "will I win this post?"
Get the fuck outta your dizzy thought, it's your goal!
Feeling reckless to the seen dream
"Can any good thing come from him?"
Fuck out the thought from your brainy
brain, can't you see from your inner inn?
Life is a dream chase your dreams!
Good thought of love
flowing good flings of thoughts,
For the new world on your way to come
and your targeted dreams to come,
If you gear up and face your dream with force.
"words from the innocent mind"…

Why? When? By Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
Why?
When?happiness is sadness
laughter is crying.
hunger is complacent
love is hatred.
enjoying in suffering
richness in poverty.
death is alive
change has changed.
why?
when will sadness be happiness?
when will crying be laughter?
when will fullness be complacent?
when will hatred be love?
when will suffering be enjoying?
when will poverty be richness?
when will death be dead?
when will change be change?
when?
we cry, we laugh
we pray with tears
we hope, we faint
we breathe, we die
we rise, we fall.
the future is blurry
why?
when will all pieces be peace?
when?
"words from the innocent mind"
          Philip Peace

If i say by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceIf I say.
if i say i said it not
nor said i, i said it all;
and why will not i say all?
when the say if said is for all,
i said it not for it make fall,
they heard it not, for it's made sport;
and why will it not hurt,
when i said the say not?
let them listen the say not;
and i will tell of the say not
and when some perish not, some fall,
i'll smile and cry of said triumph.
"words from the innocent mind"
     Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: Ranti mi, Ayo mi

Akinwale Peace. ('Ranti mi" is a Yoruba name as well as"Ayo mi"
Ranti mi means Remember me
Ayo mi means my Joy.This poem was motivated by a Yoruba movie titled "Ayomi"Read and enjoy.I have a story.
Ranti mi, Ayo mi,
A story not of me:
An eye that could not see
was what she had to see.

Ranti mi, Ranti mi,
That day I told you of colours,
The blue sky and yellow sky's love.
Ranti mi, Ranti mi.

Ayo mi, Ayo mi,
You left and dropped me a letter-
A kiss for a bye. I'd never...
Ayo mi, Ayo mi.

Ranti mi, Ranti mi,
I wrote letters weekly, I never fled
for your love. I'm a feather, you're the bird.
I wish you ranti mi.
Ayo mi, Ayo mi
You wrote letters I received not,
I spoke to the moon, you heard not.
I wish the wind spoke of me.
I'd loved you not just with a kiss
tho' your able disability.
You saw me through your eyes unsee:
Ranti mi, you called me Ayo mi.
The rain was all I spoke to through you
when I heard your sounding guitar through wind,

Poem by Akinwale Peace: Purple ripple

Akinwale Peace
Purple ripple
Purple ripples and throw me at riddles:
Greyey blue at skys' that pinch as needles,
Sowing seedling at noonday for blue moon,
Purple ripples as blue and made blue moon.
Purple ripples and throw me at riddles:
Blue moon as it seem a puzzled riddle,
Purple ripples and throw me at riddles:
Sowing seedling at noonday for blue moon.
I don't know if it be blue- purple ripple:
I don't know the moon's colour- purple ripple,
I don't know the sky is blue- purple ripple,
I don't know what I said - purple ripple.

"words from the innocent mind"
        Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: words for the fools

Akinwale Peace
words for the fools.
for these words i said for the fools
and its hurts is falls from the roofs
but the guts its called from the gods
and the guilt is guilt of no god.
oh ye there of no world in world;
deaf thine ear not to the world's world.
oh ye there of no world in world;
blind thee thy eye to the blunt world,
for it lie is the true word's worth
and the truth is the feigned lie's worth.
oh ye there of no world in world;
hear thou of this little words' worth
and be wise ants and old owl's worth.
be thou the wise in the fools' world.
"words from the innocent mind"
       Philip Peace

Poem by Akinwale Peace: What worth worth worthy of importance?

Akinwale Peace
What worth worth worthy importance?
What is important about this thus peace?
What is important about the dust's plea?
What is important about the blue moon?
What is important about their dull skull?
What is important about the bright sky?
What is important about the rain'ng eyes?
What is important about the glow'ng star?
What is important about their kill'ng stare?
What is important in their whereabout?
When all they feed us is a null warehouse?
What is important about their soft heart,
when all they give us is hurting smiles trap?
What worth worth worthy where war wants world war?
What worth worth worthy where war wants world war?
What is important about this thus peace?
What is important about the dust's plea?
What worth worth worthy of our crying sky?
What worth worth worthy of our smiling eye?
What worth worth worthy of their melting ice?
What worth worth their worth? let them die the die'.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip…

Poem by Akinwale Peace: Tryangles

Akinwale Peace
TRYANGLES
The four points throw sling's darts;
The land, filled with death traps,
The world expand like the stars,
The sky, dark as the moon,
The cloud, heat from above,
The birds mock with their tongues,
And the space was fiery;
And the land was hungry.


The star, ever dark  nights and days;
Birds sing of war and fly from war,
And the very me, very me
sang a war song, I sang a war song:
I sang a song, a song of war!
Try'n all angles, war entangles!
burns like the harmattan fire!
And sent soft bullet to my soul.
"words from the innocent mind"
           Philip Peace

Limerick Poem by Akinwale Peace: Vague

Akinwale PeaceVague.
(Limerick)
Reality, I was dreaming
of a tender pool, I'm swimming,
I could piss my bed;
Liquids on my bed,
I'd piss, sleeping as I'm swimming.
"words from the innocent mind"
               Philip Peace

Words on mire by Akinwale Peace

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