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Love will never forget by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceLove will never forget.     (Kyrielle poem 5)You've tasted the cold bitter snow
And from you the stars turn too glow;
You've rent our shadows to the moon-
As thousands sleep beneath hot noon.Thought I could go on bear'ng the loss,
My heart is wild to bear your cross;
Wish ticks could tick back to the moon-
As thousands sleep beneath hot noon.I feel your presence when alone,
Within you stars rise and fell lone;
But you had forgotten our tune-
As thousands sleep beneath hot noonI hold the tears back but I cry;
Red eyes, wild heart; falls apart while
you rest beneath the sky of noon-
As thousands sleep beneath hot noon.Love ne'er forget you'd walked away,
Ne'er too soon, ne'er too late to say;
Love is a stone that loose at moon-
As thousands sleep beneath the noon."words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

We beseech thee by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceWe beseech thee.        (Kyrielle poem 4)

Thou feed'st us your junk as our bread
And graves could hold our breath as dead;
For been free is bound to be free-
For this rage pain we beseech thee.

For the wild sea sing songs a-hynn
Of echoing rhythms "go to him"
Or can our thirst give bread to thee?
For this rage pain we beseech thee.

For starved seven days makes one weak
For the times that makes us a freak;
Thirsty throat; rivers can't wet free-
For this rage pain we beseech thee.

Our six feet beneath are deceased
We bury flames not the deceased,
Thousand pains no one could feel 'n' see-
For this rage pain we beseech thee.

A famine where abundance lies;
Oh sweet pain, thou hath rape the wise,
Ne'er too soon, ne'er too late to plea-
For this rage pain we beseech thee.

Pain is a sea whose depth is plain
In sad gladness we make it plain;
With thousand voice' a tongue we plea-
For this rage pain we beseech thee.

"words from the innoce…

Bastards to wealth by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceBastards to wealth.Sons of the summer; work'holics
Sons of the summer; Sun's frolics;
Burning beneath the scorching sun
Not a wish nor luck for their son-
'Cause they've made us bastards to wealth.Sons of the winter; cool breezes
Sons of the winter; images
of wealth, figures of pain; I see,
Nought were the thought of thoughts I see-
'Cause they've made us bastards to wealth.Roy'l servants of patience are we-
Painful painless pains; what we wee;
But a sight I stole not nor see
For they're servants to night's battl'ng sea-
'Cause they've made us bastards to wealth.Let's pull a storm and make heads grave
Let death be proud; a way to pave;
Let grey hairs cry like oily hairs,
A lip can make deaf many ears-
'Cause they've made us bastards to wealth."words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

Tear sought tears by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

Tear sought tears.

When will ways ever way without woman's wails?
Should shallow shower swallow a sick sea as it sails?
When will the lips that tame talk of precious fame?
Oh, how sweet it was when her blood was turned a-flame. . . Behind the shrine is a fretful caring fetish-
who drink the blood of the million flaming bodies,
How I wish a wounded tongue could bark at its cost;
Tortured tongues of dogs are we, barking at our worst. . . On the three devilish way do they stand
patiently, with the pot of the gods. Like a strand
do they hold a bunch and vamoose within an eye;
And beneath the sky, within the grave, do prey fly high. . . Soon it will come a day that will never come
And the eyes of the evil shall one many come;
Ears shall hear and never hear the ears that hears,
Souls shall melt like ice at noon and with tear sought tears.

"words from the innocent mind"


            Philip Peace

Feel the way it feels by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
Feel the way it feels.

To those bitches calling themselves praised Queens,
To those native bastards studying overseas,
To those gentle callous heads of a monk,
To those hands that bread us with their good junk'. . . To those hands that bread their butter on sweats-
Those bastard sons of the grave that love our sweats;
I wish sun shine at moon to see your darkened noon
and expose your beautiful evil beneath the moon. . . To those gentle callous head of a monk
Whose bread lies in an attractive pleasant junk;
I wish your eye could see the sun at night
And show you our wailing throats thirsting for light. . . To those native bastards studying overseas;
I wish your foot could crush that all could see,
I wish your tail could speak for your fathers
and tell your mother how useless they are mothers. . .
To those bitches calling themselves praised Queens;
They're like the witches of east end; dirty Queens-
Slaves in the Royal dirty robe like the neat pig
in the celestial dress; your shame is a …

Unknown by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

Unknown. . I heard the dancing steps and the bird like voice
I smell the beauty spell and beaut fragrance' choice
I saw the idol of beauty beneath the soil
I smell the scent of a pretty fragrance that lure. .
I saw the shadow in the winter's snow
I sensed the comfort of your whitish flow
The scent that made pride the soil; that can lure
a man to dance as lightening on sky's boil. . . I think I saw you but I'd felt your face
I thought I knew but my eyes are grey
Blue heart, rippling blood as Romeo's love boil
Hope to see you; a-face to rub my oil.
. Aimo, I sense the scent of memory-
But beneath my heart, I'll sadly merry;
Will my blue heart ever pound for love's oil?
Hope to see you; a-face to rub my oil.
. "words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

Pains for gains by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace . Pains for gains. .
To the birds whose chirps cry beneath the sky-
Disturbing my sundry nightmare dreams, nigh
my windows has thou wept to raise me up;
My alarm yelled at me like dogs bark'ng up. .
I found solace in your voice, it weaks me
and the unruly old fool jeers my mean;
That stupid burning knight beneath the sky-
smiled and showed the radiance of a blue sky. .
In laughter the heart is sorrowful; end
mirth is heaviness of a wacky friend,-
The sun that burns my owlish self on fools'
bed; waiting for a bread not made for fools. . . With sweat is gain, the lips is penury;
The owlish crown is gold, and fools folly,
But will the fool pride in deceitful trick?
Or can the wise fall for the folly's trick? . . The sun is a fend; a friend that shrug mean
eyes and wake them from their dead life on mean
breath. Or is the sun valid beneath moon?
Or the mild owl a bird that flies at noon?

"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

A minute to survive by Akinwale Peace

A minute to survive by Akinwale Peace Akindayo/ PhilipPeace.     She was a promising girl, her future ambition of been a lawyer was her daily song. She was just mindful of every thoughts and words from barristers, she wants to be a lawyer too.
Her parent are extremely rich and are ready to go any length to give her the best  as she was their only daughter.
To be born with a silver spoon is really great.
     She was enrolled at "God's will international" to further her educational studies, she is now at senior secondary school three, preparing to write her wassce(waec examination), a well headed and cool girl, she was never a truant.
     She is really a wiz that no one can defeat.
Her brain is full of God's word and motivational words which she'd been told by pastors and counselors. Her educational pursuit is her top priority in life.
     A day comes in her life, she will never forget the happening that turned her life around, she thought the battle will be …

Be a man with a man by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceBe a man with a man.I journeyed through the world; beneath the seas
and o'er the land; its a plaque none can see,
I'd once sang but could not sing to a clan;
A man cannot be a man with a man.I've travelled far and near, I've seen the see
that made the old man rest his eye a-sea
as it faint to bright lights; a kissing clan
that finds solace with the moon as a clan.Wake at bests of time, sleep at bests of time;
I could sleep but I can't sleep; withered prime-
And that's why a man cannot be a man-
A man cannot be man with a man.Get me the way he'd dashed into his prime
Show me the manhood that helped him a- time;
Man must man with man to make a mild man
A man cannot be a man with a man.Or can the rumbling thunder yell without
the soft blowing winds crying in and out?
Can a man be a man by him a man
that cannot man himself as a lone man?"words from the innocent mind"
           Philip Peace

Peaceful war by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeacePeaceful war.         (Kyrielle poem 3)Let them come with their violent rage
and make war the world a wild stage;
Let us go with our  smiling teeth,
for all our days are deem beneath.We can war war but we can't war,
They bore war but peace; we will bore;
The smokes and clouds could tweet a-wreath,
for all our days are deem beneath.The war that comes with peace to fight-
A yell'ng alarm,  biting so tight;
The breath we breathe might last our breathe,
for all our days are deem beneath.Don't pull my powder to fury-
The air could rent to a-jury;
The smokes and clouds could tweet a-wreath,
for all out days are deem beneath.My ease is a gentle violence
but I'll buy your war as silence;
and calm less you breathe your last breathe
for all our days are deem beneath."words from the innocent mind"
           Philip Peace

The gods has said by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThe gods has said.I once know an alien Prince in his fatherland
A curse to the future-back in the fatherland:
Back since was told; at the shrine, "let his blood be damned"
But fate and destiny be damned, a yellin' alarm.A Prince killed not but sent to ' diff' land to nurture-
Exiled Prince came back to his land; a pleased torture:
Sun sets at moon; his mother; he met a stranger,
A legal alien; oh destined fate, be thou damn!A curse to the future; a thirst for the future;
The gods said, but the sun still stood with moon's flavor-
He drank his father's blood and wet his mother's bed,
Oh great! A glad catastrophe; the gods has said.Stars shine at noon; a foe to moon beneath haven
Its your fate, your destined dark noon; bright sun at moon-
Oh great! A glad catastrophe; the gods has said,
The bright sun burns brightly at moon; the gods has said.The father prostrated to his son; what a shame;
The son killed his father- unknown to him; a pain,

Wehdone sir by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceWehdone sir.          (Kyrielle poem 2)I can't take on you a h'action
I h'understand your wild fraction;
Monkey work, tortoise's pay; right sir?
You see my crying tears? wehdone sir!I can't take my gentle heart beat;
But it frozen me a cold-heat;
I'm the confused cups at the bar-
You see my crying tears? wehdone sir!Your cars are plenty like sea stones
Always seen; a-rich, a-poor zones;
I steal a coin; rot behind bars!
You see my crying tears? Wehdone sir!An eye for eye makes the world blind
But by and by, in blood we'll mind,
Useless for the useful, how fair,
You see my crying tears? Wehdone sir!"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

Morrow by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace AkindayoMorrow.Write it on Gold
For young and old
Hold on the pole
Rise and fall soul!Lift it up high
Beneath nor nigh
Hold it not tight
but spray a light.Hold it unhold
Fold it unfold
Future unknown;
Bread for our soul.Thirst not for morrow
Care not for morrow
It shall think it self?
A pile of glad pain shelf.Write it on Gold
For young and old
Morrow comes alone
Make bread for your soul."words from the innocent mind"
          Philip Peace

Walls turn tables by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

Walls turn tables.      (Kyrielle poem 1)

There is no much long I can say
B'fore this hairs for years turn a-grey;
Crying tears speaks in parables,
Only the walls could turn tables.

The wall whose ears is the world's ear
who hears the words in the sweet tear;
A wailing string whose chirp fables,
Only the walls could turn tables.

We pass messages while crying
Deaf ears; good as death is wailing;
Crying tears speaks in parables-
Only the walls could turn tables.

Only walls of ease and comfort
Only walls of gentle; wild forth;
Wild and mild your heart walls' tables-
Only the walls could turn tables.

Live or die; cry beneath a sea
It can't speak but it hears and see;
Crying tears speaks in parables-
Only the walls could turn tables.

"words from the innocent mind"
          Philip Peace

Innate beauty by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace Innate beauty. I love to lose my shadow to the moon
As the sky smile upon the earth a-blue;
The murmuring moon and the rumbling winds,

Two faces by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceTwo faces.I know dusts with two -mild wild- faces:
Angels at day, Demons at night
Demons at day, Angels at night;
I know dusts with two; -mild wild- faces.Demons at day are the crown of sweet pain;
Angels at day work for them with sadness
cos' their sweat are nothing but a sweet well
to the demons at day; who rain sweet pain.Demons at day are Angels at mild night;
When they bury their world beneath the moon;
They're slaves to lively death beneath the moon,
They're the gentle owl wailing songs at night.Angels at day are the poor mild wild minds;
That feed on bones from ' bread of day demons,
They are the wailing horse of the demons
They sleep on bed of stones with their sight blind.Angels at day are demons; a wild night;
They're the wailing' owl that suck night Angels' blood,
They're the myth that grave the moon to suck blood,
They feed on Angels at night to claim aright.I know dusts with two; -mild wild- faces
I stand by one; I shall be an…

Natural piety by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceNatural piety.Then I watch the lightening dancing across the sky
as the fluttering birds rumble as winds and fly,
A piety: the child is the father of the man;
Of whom I dance to the wailin' chirps of the birds' can.The windows flung open like myths in winter'
Blue star smile as ' heart beats of a sprinter:
That feelings when I grow up; to be a child
Like the grave moon above the silent night mild.Of winter breeze that echo with flying trees
And of rumpled leaves buried in winter trees;
So is my heart when the stars dance as charmin' beads,
The star is a god that makes sweet lovely bids.When I hear the wailing chirps of the birds
The moon murmur beneath her breath to the birds:
A piety: the child is the father of the man;
Of whom I dance to the wailin' chirps of the birds' can.When I hear the mystic sound and the blue stars
My heart kicks as balls in the snow; awe fear bars;
A piety: the child is the father of the man;
A natural piety of whom I…

When peace won right by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceWhen peace won right.The hart panteth after the water brooks
So does the world dance inside written books;
The world is a rapture; few are caught up
The few are rumpled leaves; winter's hold-up.Then I heard -a ringing guitar- I see,
A gentle ding dong's splash, troubles the sea
A weird war for peace; a calm peace to war
All dusts 'gainst dust; All for one, one for all.Life itself is grim; ocean's depth and width
Life is like a war that peace fought forthwith
But war warred with peace and piece the peace piece'.
War is like life; like a wild fire for peace.Peace is as peace of a piece; peace I see
War is a wild fire, spreads like a drunk sea
Peace speaks on peace in a time of no peace
Where war peace in a country torn to piece'.Then I heard, -a ringing guitar- I see,
I see the ring of peace that splash a sea
As sound of a tomb; silent of the night:
So is the peace that reigned when peace won right.But some fade as ashes in a sky light,
For peace to…

I know the mirthful night bird's song by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceI know the mirthful night bird's song.As the moon swept off the sun;
Comes a depressed cheerful eye;
Under blue moon; void of sun;
Creature beneath the sky.The night is a grave where corpse
plays with soils as fleeting rags;
The bird sings; a lonely corpse,
Sings of freedom; precious rags.Then I hear a mirthful mournful piano;
Wailing as the bird pleasantly sing peace
At the grave of the sun with wailin' piano;
The bird sang as dead be sun's mournful piece.I know the mirthful night bird's song:
Her silence echo; a glad solemn blest,
I know the mirthful night bird's song:
Hot sun has gone a shrouded-mournful rest.I know the mirthful night bird's song;
A solemn blest under the bald bridge's rest,
I know the mirthful night bird's song;
A mournful pledge for preys in blue bride's rest."words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

Come to my world by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceCome to my world.
Come to my world where rivers sing and dance
Come to my world where lies golden life glance
Come to my world where you'll see sweet horrors
Come to my world where caged birds songs adores.
Come to my world where I'll soon be a bastard
There's more to say b'fore I become a graveyard
Come to my world; see the rumbling wheels crying;
Can you smell the fiery flames of peace dying?My world is a rapture of few dead souls,
My world is a sleeping sun of great souls.
My world is a bastard motherhood's chain_
My world is a world I don't know; weird chain!A world where the rain doth weep and weak lighting
dance the sky. Is it really a good feeling?
There's more to say b'fore I become a graveyard
Come to my world where I'll soon be a bastard."words from the innocent mind"
                  Philip Peace

Lest Kurunmi comes by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceLest Kurunmi comes.The world is an angry war we can't fight
Set the courageous dreadfuls for peace's fight
War yell at me as the calm scaring sky
He was a toothless lion till he closed his eye'.Let the grey beards prepare their red blood bed;
I've heard from the sweet lips; silent as dead:
That we're brave bloods but cowards of a fight
So let's war with war within which is fright.Let's fight this fright that fight us with dread curse
Lest the scaring sky place on us a curse
Let's fight the unfair fight of fair justice
Lest Kurunmi come with horror justice.Kurunmi; is the weird peaceful serpent
Who won with loss; he is a bold serpent
He raped peace to make peace a grave: war grave
Let us learn from Kurunmi's wise fool' raveLet the one who has the cool guiltless earth
in her run. You soil, save our hearts from art,
You sun, bind the night wolves', kill for justice
Lest Kurunmi come with horror justice."words from the innocen…

Bed of rock by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceBed of rock.She wakes on a bed of rock below the weird sky,
She wakes to the rumbling wheels on the street
She is a rich beggar in the city
Full of hopes but has no life she could soul.She is a rich hut; sad joyful hawker,
Her bed of rock tents under the cool bridge,
She is Mornings striving with Sunset
The Mornings that made the caged birds sing; of hope.She wakes on a bed of rock below the weird sky
On her feet runs the job of sorrow to keep her breath,
She has brothers in arms but she don't know,
She has hope but knows not what morrow holds.She is the lonely ding dong that sing songs;
She is the caged bird that sings of a myopic hope
She works round the clock and dream on her bed of rock
She has hope but knows not what morrow holds.She sleeps sweetly with a sad mind full of joy;
Joy in hopes of a hopeless morrow,
She has hope but knows not what morrow holds
She sleeps and smile at her dreams on her bed of rock.
"words from the innocent mind"
            P…

I know a land by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceI know a land.I know a land where guns smile at war field
I know a land where caged birds fly with wings
I know a land where sun scares the night owl
I know a land; it's my strange motherland.I know a land where sun burns the dark skinned
I know a land; chained people sing of hope
I know a land, I hear the wails and tears
I know a land; the soil is weak to save.The saves I see are the dead living lives
longing to live with death like a spring-in' stream
on the desert. Hmm, the strange land of mine.The said authority bow at its feet
The crown dine with dilemma solution
I know a land where caged birds fly with wings
I know a land; it's my strange motherland.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

Bit by bit by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceBit by bit.Lend me your ear; let me feast words on it,
Lend me your taste; let me see what you cherish.
Lend me your breath; let me see how you breathe,
Lend me your soul; let me see how you'll live.To live with death; you must die, nor rise but fall:
So sweet life tastes that you can't lend me yours;
but you're the crown that rule poverty,
You're the wheel that drives poverty and defeat.Lend me your blood; let your blood spill for me;
You can't but you can spill bloods for your blood.
You're the lighting that scares the gentle sky,
You're the sleeping sun that chase the night owl.Lend me your breath; let your sun die at west,
Love your hate for me; kill me as you'd done:
You can't offer but your alter drink blood,
You can't die but your death will live bit by bit.
"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

Love by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceLove.Love is an ocean; many are drunk men,
Love is a wheel; I see with no driving men.
Love is a bitter sweet wine; tastes of men
Love is a tasteless honey; hates of men.I see the taste of the sweet wine of love,
I feel the beauty of rhythm; of love.
Love is rapture; few die with life of love,
Love is not love; love is when love is love.Love is an authority for poor men,
Love is the lie of the truth in rich men.
Love is the wheel that drives the art of men,
Love is the hate that make people love men.Love: Love what you'll hate and hate what you'll love,
Love what give you pain, love the love of love.
Love is war for peace; peaceful war is love,
Love is the heavenly hell; you must love.Love is an old sage; father of  young fools,
Love is a beautiful nonsense to fools.
Love is an impotent manhood for fools,
Love is the womanhood smilin' at wise fools.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

The lonely eye by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThe lonely eye.My eye travelled round the world, through my window
I see the blood of a guilty harmless
child and the tears of a married widow
Red blood flowing as stream of wickedness
Dry tears praise the corpse of a lonely sonThe sky wept and brought tears to my eye, though'
I tried to cry as the sky wept, careless
tears flood my face as the chilly rain, lo!
The soil is thirsty of blood, I'm earnest
doth it need to leak blood as the hot sun.A woman whose eye has been killed, and lo
another eye follows with -glad sadness-
of killers, of manhood, the lone widow
prayed for death but death was in glad sadness
so he couldn't kill nor save the blood's son.She's now a lone-eye; son-less, husband-less
She prays to live with death like a lone ghoul
but her black blood, breath has glued with sadness.
I see and feel her pains through my window
But the tear is like killing 'gain, the son."words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

Remember by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceRemember.As the presence of God's ark back in the days;
So is the presence of evils as day grows.
They're wise men; stupid idiot of the earth:
They've made the sun burn us from it pleasant rays,
They've made our sweat feed our hungry world,
We're workaholics', feeding as lazy beings on earth.
Each day; we rise with the sun and fall with the sun;
But our sweats couldn't boil nor cook our meal-
Yet, they take our sweat to keep their pockets huge.
Well, equality of the law lies at six feet,
Its there they'll know that life is give and take.
I see that you're knocking the doors of evil;
Why will we wine with weird looks at tables
of our heart? Why do we think less of morrow?
Your grace: I see you're devilish angel;
Your venomous poison saves our breath with death
but remember; you'll feed on your sowed seeds.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

Life by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceLifeThis life is funny, mad men speaks wisely,
This life is give and take, you can't change it.
This life is older than you, live lively,
This life ev'n mock those who forget six feet.This life can be foolish, frankly funny,
This life dances with tick tacks as it tick
and often, it merry in sadness' thing;
Life could be cruel as sharp sword at it peak.Life is give and take, you can't chase money,
Spend money but you have none, you see it
is vain to live cos' death is ev'n golden;
This life is give and take, you can't change it."words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace

My root by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceMy root.I was born where the soil is older than people,
I was born where the soil wraps people with cool warmth.
I was born where some grow old like hills and mountains,
I was born where people work for people and still
beg with sweet sweat to feed on tokens of their sweat,
I was born where sun burns like a second soft skin.
When sun rises from his sleeps, Baba prays for me,
When the sun is weak, mama's hut is my palace.
She prays for me; prays I find my way to make my way.
Her tears saw me, her dry tears prayed; "I find my way."
When the sun is dead, stories of coward bravery
is what makes my heart rise as the day falls and die.
I was born where heroes are gods,
I was born where sad joys compete with dusts,
I was born where giving up never gives up.
I was born where we like no one but everyone,
I was born where no one likes us but wants us,
I was born where black blood is as diamond.
"words from the innocent mind'
             Philip Peace

Don't come back by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceDon't come back.I told you you're beautiful, oh how bad?
I told you; I would be your sun and moon, glad
you said I love you but now, so bad dear,
I'm sorry I loved you, love yourself dear.I stood ev'ry night behind the moon; the blue
stars I saw told pleasing beauties of blue.
But suffer not a witch to live, how good
will it be; You're cute to love yourself good.My yesterday's tears gave up for your love,
It now compete the ocean cos' I'd love'.
Baby, is it too late to say sorry?
Don't think my heart will ring yours 'gain, sorry.I was the lonely rumblin' wind without Eve,
I see, felt, parts of me but far from me,
Useless bones of me, useful parts of you,
But sorry, love yourself as I'd loved you.Don't come back to sing mist'etoe as Justin;
Don't come back to mourn with tears to plead ' me,
Don't come back to show your mournful sorry,
Don't think my heart will ring yours 'gain, sorry.
"wor…

A mad man isn't always mad by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace AkindayoA mad man isn't always mad.When he smiles he knows he'd smiled,
When he fights, he knows he'd fought.
When he runs, he knows he's running,
When he speaks, he knows he'd spoke.
When he sleeps, he knows he's sleeping,
When he walks, hungry barefoot walks.
When he speaks, he speaks wise words!
A man man might not be mad when he's mad.Why do you call a mad man a mad man?
Why do you think a mad is a mad man?
Wait, why do we walk while he walks?
The rumbling wind dine on his head
but he'd once told me hairs grows on my head.
Why do we call a mad man a mad man?
Hey, you! Look at me, he's a wise fool,
made a stupid genius by your weird looks.He sees what you see, he loves too,
He feels love as Romeo and Juliet,
Just that he's older than love like hatred.
He has a barren fruitful brain, he thinks a lot.
He'd dreamt of pleasant weird looks and he smiled
Because he knows all isn't as it is
Hey, you! Look at me, he's a wis…

True love kiss by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceTrue love kiss.I've been searching for a bride to kiss,
I've been dreaming for the true love kiss,
I've been sleeping with an endless dream,
Oh when will I see my bride to kiss?To the west, to the north, I'd searched south,
But my bride hides somewhere in the cloud.
Rain, when you fall, send my girl to south,
That I may have true love's kiss at south.I've been searching for a bride to kiss,
I've been dreaming for the true love kiss.
I've been dreaming of the day I'll kiss,
I've been thirsting for the night I'll kiss.Blue moon, chilly blue moon, save your lights,
Keep it till the twilight of 10 nights.
Oh, how wonder will it be that night?
When I'll have my true love kiss all night.
"words from the innocent mind"
               Philip Peace

Think for me by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThink for me.Mama, please think for me, please think for me;
They said youths are not wise, please think for me,
You said we're ign'rant literates, think for me!
Mama, we're the today's morrow think for me.Mama, can you see the future knocking
gently on my blurry eyes? Have you seen
the slave's King in the heart of your son? Seen
you the pride of legends; a globe in me?
Hmm, Merlin has magic, just think for me!Mama, do you know Africa raped me?
Yesterday, they killed my two eyes, I mean;
Yesterday, we sang Ichabod's song, me...,
I don't know what morrow holds, think for me!We were birthed with bloody manhood of sin,
Cleansed with the womanhood of deceit seen.
I don't know the looks of morrow, why me?
I'm a fainting strong wind, just think for me!
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

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Don't cry by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceDon't cry.When you go to console someone,
Pls don't cry, don't smile, it hurts one;
Your tears will birth more tears, don't cry!
Pat them, tell of sad joys, don't cry!
Look through their eyes, see! You'll feel pains!
Pleasant pains, Yea, you'll feel their pains;
Pains of the loss, but please, don't cry!
Dry eyes will console them, don't cry!
Let sad joys of the corpse console their world',
Let the words of the soil mend broken world'.
Cry not! let your smile save someone,
Please don't cry, don't smile, it hurts one.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

Thoughtful puzzle by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThoughtful puzzle.Some die for many to live,
Few live for many to die.
They too are the earth; they live
and rise 'bove storm, lest they'll die.
What others see is blind to others,
Life others feel, to others, its hell.
Father is the air that blows cool weathers,
Another's is a mild monster from hell.
The gentle breeze we love is death to some,
We wake as dusts and we play not with dust.
Life dies when we sleep, and wakes dead-life some;
We're pencils, seen feebly strong. But! We're dusts.
Few live for many to die,
Some die for many to live.
Some pass away but fail to die;
They're walking corpse, wanting to live.
Lest dusts fail to know self like a source-less
stream. We're tick tacks that ticks, that knows not night from day.
Are we good as Adam, blessed with sweetness?
Good evils smell on us but we live day by day.
"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

Unruly violence by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceUnruly violence.They whose souls have been fired in fury,
They whose souls have been furied 'to fires.
Who shall tame their violence, their mild fury,
Their great violence that quench  thirsty fires?
I blame you not, your minds were  poisoned minds
by soldiers,- you were made sons of a gun.
I blame you not, I blame your coward minds
'n' the strong frail backbone of your future fun.
I blame your fathers' corps's who lives beyond,
I blame your mothers' breast that fed cool beasts!
I blame yesterday that won as losers' bond,
I blame the dust that birthed the gentle beasts.
Yesterday fought war and won as losers;
They came 'gain and made you baby soldiers,
They came 'gain and made you baby mothers,
Yesterday fought war and won as losers.
Your innocence commits murder, red bloods
flood to heaven's gate, white ash's flame to hell.
For thrillers, your story is tame, tears 'f bloods
could stream their face. Devil-may-care at hell.
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Venomous lips by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
Venomous lips.
This thing is useful but of no use to me;
Oh sweet, lies are good evils that hurt my mean,
I know you love the lies, the lies that feed your mean!
Oh sweet, lies are good evils that hurt my mean.
I see you from afar, you lied to feed hunger,
Without your sweat, you starve the naïve hunger.
You're a useless tool, your lies can murder,
You're a good devil, a needless required liar.Your lies lies in the lines of the dead living lips
They beats, they sweeps and they cleans the world of other lips,
It saves the killed and kills the saves; your humble lips.
As gentle serpent with weird venom, so are your lips.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

Fallen by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceFallen.What eye won't see our slow downfall?
What heart won't feel our weak downfall?
Hot knees on hell, cold blood of tears,
You're a lion, old as the years.
You've birth guilt on minds that seeks peace,
Dry tears, hot kneels seek for your peace.
We're courageous cowards, kissing
your coward brave chest; greatly breath'ng
as the screeching of the wheel's tyre,
You're the useful devil; liar!
You work for our downfall, oh, great!
Belial! Why hate us you, this great?
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

In time by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceIn time.
If money were to buy the fast snail's pace time;
For a few to be immortal, many must die.
In a city; lives a dead system of time,
The poor dies, the pauper rich will also die.
If you work hard to escape for no one else to do in time,
If you've got a day, you can do a lot before you will die,
You can live a day daily if you're smart with time
If you think you'll live a million year, you'll live and die.
The time keeper has much but decreases for attack in time,
He lives one day and forgot he'll soon die.
You can live a day but it's useless with time;
For a few to be immortal, many must die.
The soft gemstone can buy you a time, a useless time,
And the useless time can save you a gentle time to die.
If money were to buy the fast snail's pace time
The poor dies, the pauper rich will also die.
You can make a time that isn't needed a time;
The rich forgets to check their time, of cos', they'll die.
In a city; lives a dead system…

Baby soldiers by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceBaby soldiers.        (Peacean couplè 33)
You sons of the gun, why are you crying?
You that your father gave birth ' for fighting
war like the jungle lion. Oh you kids,
You generations of vipers, calm kids!
Dry your tears, no one will appease devils
that made you proud as soldiers of evils.
You sons of the gun, why are you crying?
You sons of Belial, the devilish saint;
Who has opened your eye to see war flame'
growing up to the warm haven, not wild
as the gentle tiger-the demon's child
born from hell and for hell! Oh, young children,
I thought you love the sweet peaceful war trend.
You sons of Belial, the devilish saint.
You calm responsible bastard babies;
Thou hast made the soil hunger for babies,
The soil is barren, hungry for cold blood,
Why not spill your angry powders on blood'
and let the thirsty soil drink cold blood drinks?
But know: that the dry land birth the vast sea;
You calm responsible bastard babies.
"words from the innocent mind"
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Abba Father by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceAbba Father.          Peacean couplè 32)
Abba Father; what sins hath thy sons free?
That thou hast made their world naked to thee,
We're alive but we're like dead living dogs-
swimming like fish's in sin and holy guts.
We've Kings of sinners, of whom Paul was chief,
We worth inferno; the chilly cloud's thief.
Abba Father, what sins hath thy sons sinned?
Sweet! We love this innocent pestilence
that hides your visible unseen presence,
These evils has birth us good enough, Lord.
Abba Father, hot hell has mocked us, Lord,
Of joy; by this pestilence, we've been robbed,
Lord, save us from thieves that our backs, still rub.
Sweet! We love this innocent pestilence.
"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

Sometimes by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceSometimes.               Peacean couplè 31)
Is it really a tough place to live, huh?
Life; like an onion, as you peel it, huh,
t'will make you cry, Yea, evil pleasant tears,
And as you live, you'll dance to sad-sweet years
Cos' life is a tough place to live, even
when you're the freshest air that blows at noon.
Is it really a tough place to live, huh?
Sometimes its love, sometimes it hurts instead;
Sometimes, the world rounds like a woven thread,
Sometimes, the world fleet like the tick tack rings.
Sometimes, it sings as the thunder rumblings,
Sometimes, you have to die as tick tacks dies,
Sometimes, you have to rise as tick tacks dies,
Sometimes its love, sometimes it hurts instead.
"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

Good sun shall soon shine by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceGood sun shall soon shine.         (Peacean couplè 30)
This earth we feed on is an evil earth;
A battle ground for the nice saints on earth,
A dinning table for the filthy saints;
Dribbling with mysterious secrets of saints.
This earth is the earth of evil and good,
where pleasant storms roar to evil the good.
This earth we feed on is an evil earth.
Yesterday, when Adam and Eve once lived;
Tho' peace, Cain slew Abel, with death, he'd lived.
Yesterday, when Joseph lived, he was sold
for gold, gold that birth him his father's sh'dow;
For the world fell at his feet, he rose up.
Joseph was a bountiful famine's thumb.
Yesterday, when Adam and Eve once lived.
Cos' today's evil feed on earth's good things;
Devil wore and bore angelic seedlings,
Today, cold war trade with peace, oh, sweet war,
And we await for a new earth through war
in this horrible earth? Sun burn by day!
Cry'ng owls..., well, good sun shall soon shine, one day;
Cos' today&…

Yesterday and today by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceYesterday and today.
Yesterday was the time of our sweet lives;
when the Whites raped our land with their sweet lies.
Yesterday was the time of our sweet lives
Before the Blacks' ill the Blacks' with sweet Lies.Yesterday, when the Whites ruled, who knew the
truth but today, the Blacks has come between
to show us hell on earth. Night was our king;
who oft' save us from sober day's wrestling.If we fight everyday, we're freshest air;
heating ourselves in the chilly weather,
riding ourselves of peace on this hot soil,
We're like snow that finds melting warmth on the soil.Yesterday, we knew the truth of slavery
but today, we dance gladly to slavery.
If we'd known... we don't know what fits us real;
We contemplate the false fakes and the real.We're like snow that finds melting warmth on the soil,
We're like dice, rolling to defile our soil.
If yesterday could be today, we've morrow
If yesterday could be today, we've morrow.
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