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A year is dead by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceA year is dead.        (Peaceancouplè 20)A year is dead
with flaming breath;
For his father hath passed away to sway
and his mother hath fed the way it way'd;
For his pains hath drowned away with his blood
and his fame hath wash away it thick blood;
A year is dead.
For the hurting smoke hath flamed as flame;
Flamed to heaven's chapel gate of fame,
For his 12 brothers has died 'n' has been buried,
For is 366 sons has been buried,
The pains and smiles that gutters hug are dead;
The milky bitter taste of fame 'll be dead,
For the hurting smoke hath flamed as flame.
"words from the innocent mind"
          Philip Peace
My last poem for 2016

Goodbye by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceGoodbye.         (Peaceancouplè  19)Goodbye sad year that comes with happiness;
Goodbye sad year that comes with pains unrest,
Goodbye sad year that made tears out of smiles,
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbyes!
Goodbye to the hot sun and threatening nights,
Goodbye to the weep'ng cloud and sleepless nights,
Goodbye sad year that comes with happiness.Goodbye to pockets complacently dry;
Goodbye to sleepless snail's pace night, we cry;
Goodbye to sleepless nights dragging itself,
Goodbye to the nights tears smile in our shelf.
A million goodbyes to the year of fame;
Goodbye to the year of pain and gain's flame,
Goodbye to pockets complacently dry.Goodbye to the year we till soils with sweats;
Goodbye to the year gutters hug our sweats,
Goodbye to the year we cried with hot tears,
Goodbye, I'm saying goodbye with glad tears!
Adieu to a dead year, live on with death
and let time heal our pain and kill our dearth;
Goodbye to the year we till soils wi…

They too are the earth by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThey Too Are The Earth.They too are the earth
who till the land and fight poverty
They too are the earth
who feed on farmer's sweat and pay faulty
heavens- on hell's domain in dry pockets.
They too are the earth
those who rod on Carmel's back and trek,
Are they of this earth;
That wear the cloth of fame and make earth shriek?
They that feed on snails and fiercely kill them?
Are they of this earth
That stood on myriad stars on six feet's pride?
Are they of this earth
That held the fleeting time and hurl the tide
against the weak that make them strong?
They are of this earth
That sleep in gutters and feed on their swike,
They are of this earth
that till the mountains for their camels' tyke
To ride in chameleon's versace of rags.
They are of the earth;
The women that fought millions of soldiers,
Are they of this earth,
Those that smile at the pains of the earth,
They that feed on snails and kill them?
"words from the innocent mind"
             …

Behind bars by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceBehind bars.          (Peaceancouplè 18)
I watch you rape my world for your cool cash;
My wife was your exchange to get your cash.
Your potbelly cook holes to my weak heart,
You lie and put me in dock for stealing,
When you'd bribed the law; glad catastrophe;
I watch you rape my world for your cool cash.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

A new world by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceA new world.         (Peacean couplè 17)Welcome to a new world, Yea, a new world:
Where all you need is at your finger's world,
Where all you call is calm at your doorstep,
Where anxiety dies at your footstep;
Where all you see are mirrors of yourself.
A new world, a world made for you; yourself.
Welcome to a new world, Yea, a new world.
A new world where received seems unreceived;
A new world where deceived seems undeceived,
A new world where warm solace lies in death,
A new world where life breathe from bones that re' dead,
A new world where Yea seems Nay; clays elope;
A new world where we swim is undying hope,
A new world where received seems unreceived.
"words from the innocent mind"
               Philip Peace

Dark fears by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceDark fears.        (Peacean couplè 16)
My heart panicked with ease, it pumps faster
like the running rain, beating men faster.
My world climbs the tree at the tortoise's pace,
My face light dim, oh great! Like a dark place.
My heart pumped heav'ly like a hungry dog,
My tears floods swampy like bloods in a cog.
My heart panicked with ease, it pumps faster.
I was afraid in the lightened warm room,
Hmm, my heart echoed as it tickles fum.
I was sweating like a mad hen and fend,
I seem to wore feathers that hid my end
of timidity, the cup turned to me
in whacky and shaky voice, I mumb'ed mean.
I was afraid in the lightened warm room.
With flooded sweat as die house of sad death,
I was afraid of evil; long in breadth,
I was afraid of fears, fears of evil,
I was afraid, I was called a devil.
I was afraid I couldn't speak the truth,
I was afraid, the world fell at untruth
with flooded sweat as die house of sad death.
"words from the innocent mind"
          …

What evil is good by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceWhat evil is good?        (Peaceancouplè 15)
What storm will befall truth when it turns fake?
If a snake doesn't want his kids to make
him a rope to tie firewood, what 'll it do?
Or if the heaven bid hell good doom, do
hell bid it evil to wear angelic
coat and bid it good to play clown's frolic?
What storm will befall truth when it turns fake?

For what evil turns good with full anger?
What does evil begat than eviler
or what pain tenderly touches the mean
of the poor? It ripples like cold on me.
Well, if its good to die as the sun hurts,
I might stop it by bidding bye my huts.
For what evil turns good with full anger?

"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

October 1 by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
October 1.          (Peacean couplè 15)
If it were true the gold diggers did came
to violate our people and make them game
with the lives of others out of anger.
If it were true they came and we wither
like rumpled leaves to their angelic piece
minds, was it revenge they wanted or peace!?
If it were true the gold diggers did came.
If it were true they came, they wrecked evil;
They made our blood rape our blood for evil,
They poisoned them and made their heart go blind
as eye for eye makes the whole world go blind;
They made our Bests blind, the Bests came for blood,
Blood thirsting for revenge from warm hot blood;
If it were true they came, they wrecked evil.
If it were true, in tears, I'm Nigerian,
If it were true, evil was Nigerian,
If it were true, the walls will still collapse,
If it were true, the burn'ng sun will ne'er lapse,
If it were true, we 've devilish angels,
If it were true, blood stains on our angels,
If it were true, in tears, I'm Nigeria…

Pulchritudinous by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeacePulchritudinous.           (Peacean couplè 14)
Take me to the Paradise of beauty
Let my eyeballs roll like snow in misty
falls from the sky, let me find warm solace
from my stares of beauties, let my heart pace
be close to beauty as sun on the sea,
Let my eye dine from beauties that I'll see.
Take me to the Paradise of beauty.
Take me to the world where beauty fades not,
Take me to the shadows of beauty, not
of white but black beauties shinning as gold.
Take me, take me, I want to see black gold
from the scalps of their hair to their curved skirt,
Let my heart melt like ice in whitish dirt.
Take me to the world where beauty fades not.
Take me to the moon where beauty resides,
Take me to the stars where beauty's shinn'ng sides
twinkle like the winks of my eye, oh take
me to the prison of beauty and make
me a prisoner for beauty, I love
beauteous beauties, black beauties; loves my love.
Take me to the moon where beauty resides.
"words from the innocent mind&qu…

Christmas night by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
Christmas night.            (Peacean couplè 13)
Christmas light beams from its darkened red tree;
Shinning in its red colour, tells we're free,
Free from the suffer'ng that makes the sun burn us,
Free from the wall of shame that'd fell on us.
It was a rare light that shines once 'n a year,
It is a beautiful day with no tear,
Christmas light beams from its darkened red tree.
On that chilly night, trees were just dancing;
Dancing to the hums in the desert, humm'ng,
Hummingbirds singing to the sky, the moon
smiles as the waves blew under the blue moon.
It is a night, a night of hundred nights,
Blue moon night, Christmas night that shine dark lights
On that chilly night, trees were just dancing.
This night comes with the big world at our feet,
Worshipping us like the sun on its seat.
Well, the sun has stood like a potent man,
The sun is dead, now an impotent man.
Tell the stars to shine cos' I rule the world,
You sky, keep this night for another world.
T…

Hot red tears by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
Hot red tears.            (Peacean couplè 12)

They've sold our land to the futureless Whites,
They've made transactions with our cherished rites.
They've shown us the pit in the digged porthole,
They've bought us gift instead of our morrow.
Well, blood tears could have peeled my flesh, I sob.
If they'd cried in happiness, let me sob.
They've sold our land to the futureless Whites.

We've fought, we died together; hot red tears,
we've wanted peace but twas dead. O'er the years,
We could have waited for the dead we've loss
to come back and replace our heart - pierced loss,
Well, we could have loved our hates with true love
but where was death when we needed its love?
We've fought, we died together; hot red tears.
Some wanted to die and live with their death,
Some wanted to make history at their death,
Some wanted to live as Jericho's wall
but I can't believe Joshua matched till 't fall.
Well, happy sad tears of loosing th…

Lucifer by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
Lucifer.            (Peacean couplè 11)
Thou Lucifer, son of the morning star:
You've been the wise evil serpent, thy star
shine by day, you know the good and evil
and you held on your fingers the evil.
Why hath thou made the holy fall filthy?
Why hath thou smile at death without pity?
Thou Lucifer, son of the morning star.
When our gentle peaceful soul rest by the moon,
You come behind the clouds and become blue,
Your heart is the broken pieces of glass,
You're the angelic devil, you're the class
that has no pedigree, can't you free man?
Die the death of your undeath death, free man!
When our gentle peaceful soul rest by the moon.
The pains of man praise thee, oh Lucifer!
Born of no man, born saint, turned sinner,
You took pride in our fear, you love the pain.
You burn the guiltless earth, you curse the rain.
The world is hot, the air we breathe seems dead,
Time heals but here it fleets: time heals the dead.
The pains of man praise thee, oh Lucifer!
"wo…

Innocent by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceInnocent.              (Peacean couplè 10)
Our parents has made them raped our holy
land, they've sold our future to their canny
minds. Our parents now feed us with hunger
as they lick our blood to kill their hunger.
We've got diamond, innocently sold,
Sold to their bloody hands refined as gold.
Our parents has made them raped our holy...
Our holy holiness, we're innocent
of our guilt as we suffer pain, patient
pains of our parents. ' world fell at our feet
as the cloud hid behind the moon, time fleet
away but couldn't heal our pain. We run
the tortoise's race as our pain is our fun;
Our holy holiness, we're innocent.
We're innocent of the sins we suffer!
We tasted none of our sweats, we're stranger'
on our Motherland, we're fed with bullets
running down our tender streams, pull'ng gullets
apart, some live in the hands of death while
some beg to die, we're strang'rs in our land. Why?
We're innocent of the sins we s…

One side by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
One side.           (Peacean couplè 12)
If I say I should hide behind the moon,
I'll see your beautiful garment of blue.
If I say I should walk on the lonely paths,
I'll hear your footsteps on the dodged paths.
If I say I'll wrap myself in ashes,
I know your wind will come and fight 'gainst it.
If I say I should hide behind the moon.
If I become fishes, scattered abroad,
I know your net will catch me from abroad.
If I say I'll fly alone in the sky,
I know you'll grow wings and come with me fly.
If I lie down with my sick heavy heart,
I know you'll pull down the moon 'pon the earth.
If I become fishes, scattered abroad.
I know you love me, dear, I love you too,
I saw your beautiful garment in two,
I heard your calm speeches to my lone world,
I know you'll fly with me in my lone world,
I know you'll pull down heaven for my love,
I know you're the stars in my moon; my love.
I know you love me, dear, I love you too.
"words from th…

Filthy saints by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceFilthy saints.That sunny day, the sun stands on the sea
Lips sang "Holy Holy, Lord God Almighty"
With bribes brought as offerings and vain dances,
With dangling necks as the river goddesses.That same night, "some chorused pay me or sleep
behind bars" in search worth's unworthy.
That same night, when the sun has slept like logs of wood:
Some danced to tune of ouch ah! Behind the moon.They dance as laps slapped themselves on the couch
in full ecstasy and rhythm of ouch!
Oh, do they not feel their sin's beautiful guilts
when they sing doh re mih at church? they've dead guilts.They patrol express ways in search of fortune
They force the unfortunates for their fortune
But they sing bass on Sundays, with echo-in' tone! To
filthy saints with dead conscience; end comes hitherto.
"words from the innocent mind"
                 Philip Peace

Harvest by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceHarvest        (Peacean couplè 9)I am a farmer, you are a farmer,
When I build heaps, you sleep at your chamber,
When I plant maize, you sun- burn your own maize,
When I climb hills and valleys; planting maize,
You stared at me from a spot and hailed me;
Saying "the soil has sworn an oath with me"
I am a farmer, you are a farmer.
.
.
.I often sleep at the eleventh hour,
and when I weakly wake up at ninth hour-
I'll see your head attached to your pillow
As you snore arggh!!! on your mellow pillow.
You're lazy with a stingy pocket, jeez!
I pity your wife who has thousand kids.
I often sleep at the eleventh hour..
.
.
.When rain hides behind the clouds, its harvest!
Harvest season is ripe. You held my vest
and plead'd for my help, but my sweat is for
me and my family, let me lick it for
it is the hand that works that eats. Its time,
harvest is ripe, I'd waited for this time;
When rain hides behind the clouds, its harvest!
.
.
.
"words from the…

Call me a woman by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceCall me a woman.Don't look at me that way, I'm not Jezebel,
Don't think I've swayed away, I'm still myself,
Don't belittle my days, my womb bores thousands,
Don't think I have no pains, my heart aches are thousands.
I fought, I won but the world fell at my feet,
I thought time heals, but at my presence it fleets,
I thought I had my pride like the clouds to rain,
Little did I know that I had all rights to pain.
My wall fell, my heart is burdened, all because
I had dignity and a priceless pride. Cause
the sun not to beam from it ray, if I will
not wake my man up. But woman; they called me.
Don't call me a woman! Call me a strong man
The ding dongs of the prison yard, the gentle man
that flares at evil. Call me a strong man that
smile at the man when he cry for he'll bow his hat."words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

It's us for us by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceIt's us for us.    (Peacean couplè 8)
If you tell the world to bow at our feet;
The right time for my ring will slowly fleet,
If you tell the walls of Jericho to
rise, I'll fall at my calm kneels hitherto,
If you bid your parents goodbye sooner;
It's 'cause you're coming to grace my chamber,
If you tell the world to bow at our feet.
If you take my ring and you hold my hands;
My soul will smile cos' I've got helping hands,
If you say Yes, horses will ride in me
unhurt cos' your gentle love is in me,
If you say Yes, we will be together
forever cos you're my light; you're my star;
If you take my ring and you hold my hands.
A leg up, a leg down, it's us for us;
On that day will ribbons merry at us,
Sincerely I'll promise yours faithfully,
I'll love you truly, our love will strongly
stand as the foundations of built mansions
cos I'll show you love I've ne'er know functions,
A leg up, a leg down, it's us for us.&…

Ode to Baami by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceOde to Baami (Ode 2)
Baami, I would've been your father;
if only you could stay younger,
Baami, I would've been your mirror;
if I could be two sides mirror.
Baami, I would've built your temple
If David hath built no temple,
Baami, I would've been your thousands;
if only ages were thousands.Baami, I  would've bought you the oil,
If Aaron hasn't used the oil,-
The precious oil on his beard. Oh
Baami, I should have been a gold.Baami, I'm I an evil saint?
That all could sniff at my foul scent?
Baami, is my worth not the sun?
That stands on seas with it shin'ng dun?
"words from the innocent mind"
               Philip Peace

In you by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
In you         (Peacean couplè 7)There's a pleasant Paradise in my heart;
Broken heart finds solace in my warm heart.
In my heart is a cool pleased flowing stream;
Heavy heart drink in my heart near the stream.
In my heart is thousands of ardent love,
Where my fiddle sings of the one I love.
There's a pleasant Paradise in my heart.
In my heart, I jailed her heart, as sun rays
beams, so will I spend the rest of my days
with her, a thousand year will pass by me,
The world won't fall at our feet, cos' in me
will she live and die but our love won't die;
For my heart is deathless, my love can't die.
In my heart, I jailed her heart, as sun rays.
In you; I'll plant my eternity seeds;
For in you, I became a new being. Dreams
of you is all I pray to have; in it,
I'll find tender solace and rest that's sweet.
My love is gentle as the dove, in pain;
You'll smile cos I'll be the sun in your rain.
In you; I'll plant my eternity seeds.
&quo…

It melts by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceIt melts.       (Peacean couplè 6)I'd thought tick tacks will never dance away,
I'd thought the walls will rise at our sun ray,
I'd thought the world will ne'er fall at our feet,
I'd thought your palms will give me solace. Need
I cry for what has befell me again?
Or must the pretty fool fool me again?
I'd thought tick tacks will never dance away.
I'd ne'er thought our weak gallant love will split,
Nor thought the shackles of our love will split,
I'd ne'er thought you'll go like the coward sun,
But the sky has mocked my heart as it burn
in perfect imperfections of your heart,
I'm weak, I have a heavy bothered heart.
I'd ne'er thought our weak gallant love will split.
For I'd once thought your heart will love my love,
Thought that your heart will melt at my true love.
But No! Your heart is a puzzled riddle,
I can't play it, No! Not with the fiddle.
I'd ne'er thought the sun will melt our love, nice!
Not …

The woman by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThe woman        (Peacean Couplè 5)
I am the woman that gave birth to you,
When I queue under the sun, and when you
cry as it burns your oily dust, I cry'
for you cos your tears hurt motherhood's sky.
When you bite my nipple and you  smile;
I cry in hurtful pain, I couldn't smile;
I am the woman that gave birth to you.
I am the woman, that loved your soil plays,
For if I don't, you'll cry all day, long days
and the sun won't beam from it ray cos I'll
cry while you cry, I can't play at your will.
I am the woman, I watch while you sleep,
When your father fought war for coming seed'.
I am the woman, that loved your soil plays.
I am the woman, I carried you with
heavy heart when war came and peace did quit.
I am the woman, I suffer'd your bullets,
I wiped your tears as I carr'ed your bullets.
All day you ask for your Dad, I said war,
War made him hid his face from us, raw war.
I am the woman, I carried you with...I am the woman, my b…

Sun we'll see graphics by Akinwale Peace

I fear by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceI fear       (Peacean couplè 4)
I fear that death I feared will come to terms,
I fear that death I feared will fall to terms,
I fear that death I feared will bring me near,
I fear that storms I fears will bring me near,
I fear that cares of life won't draw me too,
I fear that fears I feared won't split me too,
I fear that death I feared will come to terms.
I fear, I feared the fears I fear for fears.
I fear for fears I'd feared will bring me tears
I fear for fears I'd feared will gear evil.
I fear for fears I'd feared called me devil,
I fear for fears I'd feared could cause no rain,
I fear for fears I'd feared could bring me pain.
I fear, I feared the fears I fear for fears.
I fear for death, its subtle touch of death,
I fear for death, it roughly hold my breath,
I fear for death, its chilly hands hold me
and I shiver in hands of death on me,
I fear for I said I'll live in death's corpse:
And if I die without go'ng with my corpse;
I f…

Train, talkers and thieves by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
Train, talkers and thieves.The sky is null, the cloud is null of rain,
Those that talked, talked the talks of the tamed train,
The train that took talkers and thieves on trips,
Trips that talkers and thieves took as free tips.Soon, some said sadnesses should fill the train,
Some said flooded storm should conquer the train,
Some staid as hot tears stream their face' to hips,
Some cried in laughs as bitterness wiped whips.The train was a woman who failed to train
her seeds, talkers are the ones who sold grain,
Grain of dark future with thieves of smile tips.
The woman knew not til they ruin her kids."words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

If by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceIf          (Peacean Couplè 3)If I could become thousands, I'll tell truths
that ears want not, nor the trees that grow fruits.
If I could become the stars, I'll shine light
that sun will die thousand times at my sight.
If could become the moon, forever
will I rule and I'll tell tales to lover'
If I could become thousands, I'll tell truths.
If I could become thousands, lies will die
cos my truth will rule their lies. I will fly
and birds will bow at my ego. If war
would breathe before peace, I'll spray ashes; raw
on the sky so twill know peace's ding dongs rains.
If I could turn thousands, peace will reign reigns;
If I could become thousands, lies will die.
"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

Sun we'll see by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
Sun we'll see.The world where we live
is sadness filled, live
For the joyful lives
with sadness at their glimpse.
The smile we smile
is rare in life.
The tears we tear
is cos we fear.For fears we fear
fill eye with tear;
With sadness glimpse
The joyful lives.The world where we live
is sadness filled, live
The smile we smile
is rare in life.Tho' tender pain
rain with hot red pain,
And clouds we see
but sun we'll soon see.
"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

It was me by Akinwale Peace

Peacean couplè poetry style!Akinwale Peace' poetry style, it consist of numerous stanzas with 7 lines on each stanza.It has 5 metrical foot with rhyme scheme aabbccA, ddeeffD, gghhiiG, jjkkllJ, mmnnooM(and more or less, depending on the number of stanzas)Each stanza has the refrain of it's first line which makes each stanza 7 lines.
Akinwale PeaceIt was me.     (Peacean couplè 2)I can't believe it was really real me;
I can't believe it was really with him,
I can't believe I was pushed to this shit
I can't believe I couldn't calm nor sit;
I can't believe anger was so so cruel,
I can't believe I was devil, so cruel!
I can't believe it was really real me.I can't believe my heart pumped so fast, mad?
I can't believe fury made me so mad!
I can't believe it will be such bad, oh!
I can't believe I was so mad, and oh,
I can't believe devil used me, I can't!
I can't believe tick tacks mocks as it count,
I can't believe my h…

The dead corpse is more known thab the living corpse by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
The dead corpse is more known than its living corpse.
Do you remember that woman living
near the Iroko tree at ' town lane
of Kesinro, boundary of Kulani?
That woman of 59 children, as of plane,
Scattered abroad to an unknown desert;
That woman with the famous neck as the altar,
goddess head surrounded with cowries. Her
villain! Have you forgotten the town lane?
She was there alone in the world of gods,
cuddling alone amidst other guts' gods.
When she breath her last and she did um;
That was when the birds and worms came with hums,
That was when dogs and termites came to feed,
That was when they all came to have their feast:
on her bone, flesh and blood, they all sang and dined
and the air spread the news in a dead time.
The dead corpse is more known than it's living corpse
for the air spread of the holy-stinking corpse.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

Ode to my spirit by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceOde (1)An ode to my spirit.Blest be thou, thou hath immortal
in my mortal flesh, my mortal
praise thee for thy long lasting breath
when I live in the hands of death.Be thou the shadow eyes see not,
Be thou the sun on seas to North,
Be thou the air that has no tomb,
Be thou not stars that sun could tomb.Be thou the fire in the flames of peace,
Be thou the tale in moonlight's piece,
Be thou the North's hot sun that shine-
Be thou-, that all may see 'fore dine.My spirit, my spirit, I've seen,
I heard loud voices and I've seen
unseen forces, fear no mirror,
Let my words be their seen mirror."words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

Ballad 1 by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceBallad (1)I've once exist at the lovers world;
I'd thought I belonged dwell,
My love at hell I predict'd not,
but my love went to hell.
She was away at my lone world;
My heart was in her cell,
I predict'd our 1 'll be naught,
but my love went to hell.
We played by the tree Lover's World,
I knew not I was shell,
But then, you know we tried the knot,
but my love went to hell.
I know I'm alone in this world,
I exist in lonely well,
But then, you know we tried the knot,
but my love went to hell.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

One day at the gate by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceSestina (1)
One day at the gate.
One day at the gate of Paradise,
Saw me girls of Jezebel passing
by the gate, shaking their waist as beads claps.
Then I folded my hands so as to see;
It was then I knew sin was everywhere,
It was then I knew rainbow baths naked.
Their beads danced to the waist that was naked
near the beautiful gate of Paradise,
My heart beat tick tack at the sin everywhere.
Then I knew I'd been watching them passing,
Their eyes still stands on my eyes as I (could) see.
Subconsciously, to them, my hands did claps.
They all marvelled at my hands that made claps
and then they showed me their soft skin that's naked;
and then my body sprang up that they see,-
One day at the gate of Paradise,
Guilt faced me, consciousness ran by passing
and my heart's ding dongs died everywhere.
And my heart's ding dongs died everywhere
when their waists on my lap did made poh pah claps.
My heart burn as the sun, guilt was passing;
It was then I knew rainbow baths n…

These days by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThese daysThese days when life is rare:
This days when death is ev'ry where,
These days when souls mourn;
These days when souls die the more,
These days when death wants more.These days it does baffle me:
When death will smile at it' mean
And strike them in their pleas, it
smiles as they all cry, in it
doth he rejoice in joyful anxiety.
When the morning dew comes: it goes with a soul;
When the sun stands on the sea, it sleeps with a soul,
Oh; when will all this end? These days when death
smile and nev'r cry, these days when hot hell' breath
calls more to eternal rest, when will death itself rest?
"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

War with them by Akinwale Peace

Peacean couplè poetry style!Akinwale Peace' poetry style, it consist of numerous stanzas with 7 lines on each stanza.It has 5 metrical foot with rhyme scheme aabbccA, ddeeffD, gghhiiG, jjkkllJ, mmnnooM(and more or less, depending on the number of stanzas)Each stanza has the refrain of it's first line which makes each stanza 7 lines.
Akinwale Peace.War with them.   (Peacean couplè 1)I'll not allow the man who shot at me
to remove the bullets he'd shot at me.
Anger made me angry: anger relish!
War trade for peace; Get me my machete reddish'
The sun has made hot the battle water,
who will make it cold, the calm snow's water?
I'll not allow the man who shot at me!
Anger has made me angry
Anger has made me angry!
Get me my a jingling sword, I want to fight!
Let the stars be counted now as I fight!
My sight doubles the sky, angry I am!
I'm ready to fight for her, Yes, I am!
Anger has made me angry.
Oh, tell the sun not to move to the west,
Oh, tell the moon it i…

A Night at by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceA night at.Night is when the Cooks cease not stoking
And the wines did spill down from the drums,
When the girls are hitting their beedy waist
to the jingling bata drum and night when,
Night when guys and girls are hitting themselves;
pah poh on the couch with their slapping laps.
Night when the moon tell tales of ecstasy
and the flapping birds sing to dancing laps
on the mat. Night when the wine spill the jar
and the bar was null' with spillage of wine.
In twos and fours does the girls and guys picked
themselves, feeding their flesh' with vigour'us force.
Night when the wine spill and beeds clap in ecstasy
of the mind as the flesh dances on either.
Night, a night at Sodom.
Night when guys and girls are hitting themselves;
pah poh on the couch with their slapping laps.
Night, a night at Sodom."words from the innocent mind"
               Philip Peace

He in me, I am me by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceHe in me, I am me.I am the river of idea, nev'r dried,
I am the corpse of death, I'll never die,
I am the air that feeds, He gave me life,
I am the ocean full of million fishes,
sun couldn't lick it, no! not the sipp'ng straw.
I am the leakages of oil, I swim on Shea butter.
I am the oil that nev'r dry, my source springs on desert;
I am he that thought not of him for I am who I nev'r thought I could be,
I am he that couldn't mould Him a clay,
I was moulded of clay and built of dust,
I am he that will not die, for my works are immortal.
I am not a king but a crown with no bead;
For I rule my world, my world is my source;
I am undeath that will die when He calls,
but my voice will live longer than the air.
He in me, I am me
Like the electric fish wakes the dead; His breath,
His death, made my mortal to immortal.
"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

Everyone has his death by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceEvery one has his death.When death's chilly hands softly touch and all
shiver in cold of death, some tumble fall,
Some quiver like the storm, some die 'fore death.
But the sun still stands straight on the sea's depth.When death's chilly hands softly touch in two,
And the feelings of death and life lay too;
And the air of death and life be on verge
Then will I live 'fore death draws me collage.For in this death will I choose life, at night
when the moon comes will I tell tale of light,
And when I live after death, light be shamed
for my death dies while I live unashamed.And when I live unashamed of my death,
Then will all know; every one has his death."words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

Survive their death by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceSurvive their death.I may cry day and night and hide under the earth;
I may cry day and night and hide under ashes,
I may cry day and night with bitterness in my heart,
I may cry day and night with hell as heaven won't cease.
I may cry under the burning sun, hoping heart
for the crying cloud to wash me, but its beatings
might be nicely paining as my crying heart
cry to the pains of the old grey days in my reasonings.
I may survive the bitterness of sweetness
they felt but I'll die when the smiles of hell hurt
them not; for my pain is their joy, then sadness
should smile at them as fate sprays ash's on their hut. Blurt
should they feel when their freedom be bound six feet, nest
should be able to save eggs after their death. Quirt
will devil feed them for they'll die while I survive their mess.
I may cry day and night but while I'm unhurt, they'll be hurt.
"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

When all be gone (Trilogy) by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceWhen all be gone (TRILOGY)i.
When the atmosphere breathe gun, gongs powder;
and enchantments spiral-binded the force
of metaphysical mortal power.
When war wared to trade for peace, and its voice
voiced out loud than the echoes of storms, er'
was war's plead, when all be gone to our choice;
Our choice of fainting fate, fading faith, er'
was our plead when the Lion's wound:- our voice
fades in the ears of the crown; the power
of war wared against war and war was voiced
out in silent storm, it spreads like powder
and it's echoes faint in loud peace, peace coughed
and war wore garment, war against peace, er'
was peace when all be gone, win or loose; it's called.
When all be gone ii.
When the air breathes not and the null-filled sky
filled the empty space with ashes of pain,
Its weather withers in winter's snow like
snows drizzl'ng on heavens gate in its aches.
Be it fade or fate, or faith to gauge like
the sour sweet seen, sowed seed of ch…

These days by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThese daysThese days when life is rare:
This days when death is ev'ry where,
These days when souls mourn;
These days when souls die the more,
These days when death wants more.These days it does baffle me:
When death will smile at it' mean
And strike them in their pleas, it
smiles as they all cry, in it
doth he rejoice in joyful anxiety.
When the morning dew comes: it goes with a soul;
When the sun stands on the sea, it sleeps with a soul,
Oh; when will all this end? These days when death
smile and nev'r cry, these days when hot hell' breath
calls more to eternal rest, when will death itself rest?
"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

Footprints by Akinwale Peace

© Akinwale PeaceFootprints.I was lost, lost in the desert:
I was searching for my flower,
Then I saw the root; My cherished flower, 
of dim clueless root to my calm flower;
Then I saw the stream springs on the desert.
I traced its root, it's the foot prints
I traced the root to the stream springs'
I traced my flower's root, it springs!
I traced it to the brooks, it sings!
I traced its root, it's the foot printsFortunately, I then saw it;
The brooks are chirping, it dances,
Fortunately, I then saw it;
The waves are streaming, it dances,
I sensed the rhythm; it dances.I was searching for my flower;
Then I saw the root; My cherished flower.
"words from the innocent mind"
               Philip Peace

Summer night by Akinwale Peace

© Akinwale PeaceSummer night.On this chilly cold summer night;
Doth the winds beat my roof by night
and exposed me to an awe fright,
As I nev'r expect'd the sudd'n knight;
On this chilly cold summer night.
It came beating faster, birds flew
and legs ran toes touching head, few
were the stars that shine for they view
behind the clouds why it cries, pew!
The weeping drops spoiled my night's view.
On this chilly cold summer night;
Doth the drops dropped on summer night,
but the clouds has been locked by summer night,
why doth it dropped on summer night?
Well, I smiled at rhythm at the summer night.
"words from the innocent mind"
                Philip Peace

I prithee night by Akinwale Peace

© Akinwale PeaceI prithee night.When the sky smile and the moon weep:
When the soil moan as the blood seeps,
When the grave smile and the clay weeps;
When the atmosphere spreads sad needs,
When the sky smile and the moon weep.The moon is crying, who'll appease?
The sun stretched itself on the sea;
The moon attacked in anger seen-
The day turned night and day, they weep
for the loss clay as the blood seeps.Hot hell smile
and I cry:
When souls die
and death smile
Let corpse fight!Eye for eye:
Death come nigh
Your end nigh;
I prithee night:
Let corpse fight!
"words from the innocent mind"
                Philip Peace_I heard of the death of some people in AkwaIbom, the church collapsed at night and it hurt my flesh to the least of my bone, may their soul rest in peace.

They are dead by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThey are dead.
They that reside in the soil
and their breathe smells as mans' toil;
They that stood tall as a slant short pole
and welcome heads as they bow their whole.They that feed on palm oil as stew
and sucked blood as food in their view.
They that feed heads as their meats
and the world bow at their feet.They that stood tall and feared no war
They that are dead but live at war,
They that live six feet and still breath
They that are unknown but known in death.
Stop all these superstition!
I hate the real illusion!
The gods are dead, our blood has flood'd their lives!
The gods are dead, their tale only survives."words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

The gods are blind by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThe gods are blind.They that held the sky as it stood
on the sea, they told the sun to
shine at it's peak, the gods that stood
as poles that all bow and run to.The gods that fed on palm oil and
they that fed on blood, the land has
been injured, the blood has swim and
the land has been bittered sweet as...The blood castle has built a castle of
vain, who wants to be fed on the verge lane?
The blood castle has built a castle of
vain, some sang dirge, some dance in happy fain.The gods are blind, the blood has blocked their eyes,
The gods are blind, their shrine is full of corpse,
The gods are blind, their ice 'll melt as sun shine;
The gods are blind, their death will bless our course."words from the innocent mind"
              Philip peace

The man died by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThe man died.He was at the verge of life and death:
He was at the point of loosing breath;
He was very close to life and death;
as the neck to the head, his fight'ng breath,
fought not to be thrown in the six depth:
But life was weak at length to his death.It was at midnight's winter
When the sun has been slaughtered;
And the chilly cold covered
the summer, the cornered man
slept in cloudy storms of man;
Sleeping the last sleep of man.He couldn't hold his swift breath,
As the gap seem so short breathed,
He couldn't hold his swift breath,
As the chilly hands of death
held his breath, his head needs rest
in shrouded garm'nt to six depth."words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

Article by Akinwale Peace: Essence of high technicalities in writing

Essence of high technicalities in writing by Akinwale Peace     What is essence?
In short, essence is "A significant  feature of something or an idea"When we say high, high  means "rated thought, intention, determination or purpose to achieve an idea"Technical or technicalities can be said to mean "the state of specificity in something or ideas"     Considering the three elucidated terms, we can all decipher that "essence of high technicalities in writing" means "the significant feature of intentions or determinations in the state of specificity in/of ideas of/in writing"
Taking a brief look at my definition of "essence of high technicalities in writing," we can see the main sole reason for writing is the idea of writing.
Without an idea, I bet you that you'll have little or no reason to write.
One thing is to have an essence of writing, another thing is to have the technicalities in writing, another thing is to have a det…

The likes knows its likes by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThe like knows its likes.When the essence of the standing sun is
no more known by the sleeping sea: It is
when the sadness mingles with happiness
and thus procure sad fruition in earnest;
What pleasure is lie-sense when the truth sleeps
as the stars turns it back as the moon sleeps?
What pleasure has the horror and the pains
as it births no gain from passion as 't claims?
What pleasure has the dark drizzling cloud when
it couldn't rain on the good and it well
of hotness rain on the evil? The dark
stream flows in pretence of river but dark
darkness knows it dark darkness and bright lights
knows it' like; evil knows it evil 's night
and the good knows it good is day, the sun
shall soon shine but moon will rule night as sun.
"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

Villagers by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceVillagers.We're of same root as the Iroko tree:
We once stood unwavering as of Haiti,
We're of same root as the Iroko tree,
We once stood as the sky stands on the sea.
Until you sold our lands all overseas,
And you told us things are your oversees'
But the fact was hidden behind the streams,
Behind the clouds, you stood and rained poisons.We're of same root as the Iroko tree,
We're of same mother with precious calm seeds,
We're of same lineage, same gods of the streams,
We're of one clan, united of a seed.
We're villagers treated as strangers' kin,
We're villagers treated as dealers' kin,
We're villagers seen as town criers' kin,
Have we reached the Ichabod of our sins?"words from the innocent mind"
                Philip Peace