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Don't Forget Summer Will Knock On Your Doors by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceDon't Forget Summer Will Knock On Your Doors.
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When the rain comes in long knitting needles,
When it comes in fitting oceanic roars,
When the deep torrent sparkle in brittles,
When it comes in terrific cloudy snores.
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When it comes swaying North fruits to South fruits,
When it comes slamming, shutting on your doors,
When it comes in earth-gulp of crystal dews-
When it comes in gentle terror shak'ng shores.
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When it comes in mild violence, oh peoples-
Let its dropping droppers fill your pails' shores.
Tell the farmers to sit 'neath trees of fruits;
Don't forget summer will knock on your doors.
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When it comes in earth-gulp of crystal dews;
Tell them of the streets to hide in their shores-
When the rain falls in long knitting needles,
Don't forget summer will knock on your doors.
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"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

I Thrust The Soil And Fell With A Pleased Ache by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceI Thrust The Soil And Fell With A Pleased Ache.
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My machete split the vein 'n' blades of grasses;
As I fought the fallow farm land feebly,
My bones; tired like the rays of trashes,
As I trash the blades with feeble vigour.
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I stood aloft and saw hecks of grasses-
Standing and flutt'ring right left to the winds,
I held my waist that became a huge rock;
So tired in strength and strong like a rock.
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I kept my machete grazing the grasses,
I saw a heap of shit and spit a well;
The smelly scent of shit on grasses dwell-
I kept my machete grazing the grasses.
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I then feel the blazing eye of the sun,
Burning the world in my hair; heat wore me,
Warm was my flesh as the grass's wave at me,
I thrust the soil and fell with a pleased ache.
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"words from the innocent mind"
           Philip Peace

Blazing Eyes Are Dull But Bloods Still Stand ABlock by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceBlazing Eyes Are Dull But Bloods Still Stand ABlock.
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When war was a young massacred eyestream;
And kids ran in elephants' foot of a-rock,
Toppled breasts rose to run walk; needle-team'-
As eyes blaze and powders raged cool the flock.
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Shadows of blazes chased legs to the stream-
Where the world whirls by, of a counter-shock,
Years-are-days, years-clear-days of mournful steam-
As sweet as pain to knell bells knock 'n' teeth's mock.
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Fall are fade and blaze aflame as tears scream,
Tears were stream, so, blazed eyes left for, oh-lock-
Fleeting legged hassled and piled self as seam,
Blazing eyes are dull but bloods still stand ablock.
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"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

Come Away, Pray She On Her Sleepy Breath by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceCome Away, Pray She On Her Sleepy Breath.
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On this sick bed does she silently lie
amidst two lovers; life and death, day by;
She was clothed in pain, fed with painful bye;
Thinking, to the ding dong knell, she will die.
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When first her old days, wander her weak mind,
Suffers she alone; shadows of her mind.
Her grief lies onward and her joy behind,
And all she seemed see, she's out of her blind.
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She then whispered a roar beyond a bend;
The deep roar of the torrent tempests' bend-
Waves sent their chorus of voices and blend,
To the listening heart, to heavens ascend.
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Her mute lips prayed in heart and sobbed on death,
Come away, pray she on her sleepy breath,
And her; brave, breathe a silent breath, a breath
that the air could feel and the knell of death.
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As still as the sea is her breath breathing,
As the lonely cloud wander her, her breath'ng,
Her breath she listen to hear it breathing;
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, br…

...As The World Wind Whirls By Me... By Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace...As The World Wind Whirls By Me...
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I wander lonely as the cloud and as
stars, twinkling on milky way of sweetness,
Fluttering and dancing as the breezes wails;
I have no say as the world whirls by me.
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Truth and lie fight an endless bloody war,-
Wish a sabre could fight in that wind, if
the wind blows by morrow to their lying lips-
As dirge will mourn in their fallow farm lands.
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If I lie, the lake of milk will still flow,
Of a truth, the blood might flow to flood'd streams;
If I avoid death, many might die as
truth and lie fight an endless bloody war.
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I should stay not on the fence and watch them;
As their sleep aches persistently, as their
mild mind would wander back, again, but no!
Truth and lie fight an endless bloody war.
I have no say as the world whirls by me.
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"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

All Come Are Go, All Go Are Come by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceAll come are go, all go are come.
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Memory is a crazy mad woman
that hoards colored rags and throws away food,
It is a dangerous uncharted sea, thick
as the mud of crystal mire 'neath a sea.
All come are go like the wither'ng winter leaves,
Come to the edge of the shore, where pleasant
breezes strip the lonely naked gloomy thoughts.
Oh come to the pleasing calm wonderland,
Take a sip from the ocean that bears peace-
Before the world dissolve before your eyes-
Take a glimpse of the sky's rainbow and smile,
Watch the gentle waves blowing on the sea.
Really, the flower fades to make its fruits,
The fruits rots to make earth a livable one;
So rise and shine like the restless summer sun,
Look at the eyes of heaven, let the pleasant
rhythm of chirrups ease your soul again.
All come are go like the wither'ng winter leaves,
All go are come like the warmth of the night.
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"words from the innocent mind"
         Philip Peace

And Make Thy Cool Breeze Ease Their Hot Heaven by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceAnd Make Thy Cool Breeze Ease Their Hot Heaven.
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The old sun stood on the lonely blue sea,
The waves blew gently on the mild, calm sea.
The heavenly shapes dazzled on the sea,
The rose sprout; as daffodils near the sea.
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On the seashore of endless worlds blow cool...;
As the sea surges with laugher on it's blue,
Like the mystic danc'ng sea on crystal blue
water, racing the rising tide a-hue.
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Beneath the lime tree, blows daffodils' heir;
The rose, blooming beneath the old tree's wear.
Blessed be thou Lord of Earth, and Heavens Heir-
That, thou of Nature's pleasing banquet share.
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Boisterous is the wild restless river, like
winds on a river and deep torrent strike.
The sea of desire, of list'ning earth like
the high and low of heavens pedal-like.
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Hear words when they speak, send words to heaven,
Say well; good of the sailing restless seven.
Tell to the heaven the hour is eleven
and make thy cool breeze ease their hot heaven.
..…

The Wild Sun Played Cards With His Wither'ng Leaves by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThe WildSun Played Cards With His Wither'ng Leaves.
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The small creature danced 'n' floated in the air;
Dancing in her delicate wings of gauze,
Dancing in the pleasant breezes ev'rywhere —
Of mild roses on soothing clover-fields.
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The wild tree mocked her delicate soft wings;
"You'll die when the sun 'n' sky are weak"; he winked.
Soon, her feeble wings gently glided down;
The sun is weak as she wave the grass' blades.
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The wild tree mocked her delicate soft wings;
"I'm the great tree that'll ne'er die or wither".
The buzzing bee told him of the autumn winds,
"Twill blow your leaves and your root will fail you.
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The wild tree mocked her delicate soft wings
and flanked her wings to the billow'ng sea shore.
Soon, the angry wind blew the tree and root-
Cracking, crushing, breaking; of fallen bam!
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The wind danced round the sea and lift'd her wings,
The rose' pleasant scent bre…

To the Pretending Angels by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceTo ThePretendingAngels.
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All lifted up with shall be brought low;
The hand that fits in should justly pick the nose-
But the eye lacks patience to see the nose;
Life is really...my nightmare; a piece of shit!
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They're like dirty mire 'neath clean waters;
Who'll wash them? Not even Mississippi.
How many lies can ever full a basket?
What cooked the meal, the pot or the fierce fire?
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The gun has cried; the powder owns the sky,
Let the dancing leaves wail to its baritone,
Let the eye drop tears till it becomes an ocean-
Let the gunner live to pass on bit by bit.
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Their hearts are hearts of golden wild chains;
It presents present to those present today.
They're pretending angels, devil are they...!
Let my leaf stop waving to shadow all nights.
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But lest a seed fall to the ground and die;
It lives alone; for it brings more fruits if it die.
So as tho' they breathe and lie, let them pass away
to six depth, so that their lies will grow unma…

Epistle to Flaky by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceEpistle to Flaky.
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Flaky; my love is ill-mortal; dies not;
If love is a flower, I'll hold ev'rywhere-
I'll tingle your name in the pleasant air-
Where to hide my head would not be you not.
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I'll sing the sweet songs of Nightingale not-
But I'll solo the chirrups in the air;
Flowers are fair of soft scent fill'ng the air,
And so is thy love that I forgot not.
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Flaky; Your beauty is as morn star pot,
Glossy 'neath green grass and 'yond everywhere-
Drop heavily down, scatter everywhere;
Just know if you love not, a soul you'd blot.
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Flaky; my heart isa land where roses sought;
Thy love with my heart shall bloom well hither-
No boisterous wind can turn my heart neither
'cause I must love, like common earth can rot.
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Flaky; thy eyes are shade of days I sought;
Thy eyes are shadows of moonlight, how fair;
Your love was love, I was crazy hither-
Would it be pleased if Romeo had loved not?
20
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Flaky; t…

The Time Is Come When Sowed Seed 'll Spring by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceThe Time Is Come When Sowed Seed 'll Spring.
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When the time was young; days were old;
And the sight was sharp; eyes of gold-
The steel fought as a broken seal,
And the heaven; hundred soul steal.
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When the time was young; days were old;
That the men fought and made take hold-
The grandeur stair of days old frail;
And the earth was a rocky vale.
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When blood was hot and souls were cold;
When the buzzing bees sting unfold,
And the pine of vain blows the wind;
The earth beat around the wondr'us wind.
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When blood was hot and hell was cold-
That all may die; bloods turn not gold;
Waging waves wail way - round summer
Waging waves wail way - round winter.
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But none pass on for hell was cold-
Heaven steal none for pain was bold;
The time is come when dead seed 'll spring,
The time is come when sowed seed 'll spring.
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"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

See the outspoken Philosopher that want to release his 9th spoken word audio

After publishing 1000 hard copies of my first book, launching the electronic version of my second book. I'll be releasing for free download my 9th spoken word audio on my birthday Saturday, 25th February 2017 by 3:33pm. The audio titled let heaven bear me witness talks more of the present predicament we face in our nation and why we need to be strong. - Sunsampaul

About the audio:

The audio is titled "Let heaven bear me witness. It is indeed an audio with a solemn sound track that will touch lives and inspire many to think positively and keep hope alive.

About the Artiste:

Sunsampaul Egwu popularly known as Philosopher is a poet, a published motivational writer, an instrumentalist, a vocalist, a graphic designer, a computer scientist and a blogger. He's the award winner of ‘join me write’ poetry contest hosted by the poetry court and also winner of talented poet contest. He’s the President and Chief Sacristan of Armed forces Altar Servers Association. Lead representative o…

Shall it be a lone-friend hither? By Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceShall it be a lone-friend hither?
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Let everyone that will cry cry-
Let everyone that will die die,
Let everyone doing evil loveit;
The dead seed will still spring forthwith.
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Turkey and gobbles; pig and grunt,
Fly high, dig low- barren and gaunt,
First for gold; third for silver-ill-
Smooth and rough; straight; yours will.
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Life is a mere dream, a fleeting
shadow on a cloudy day. Sing;
The noise is music to their ears-
Their father is a rock; liars!
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Forbade to wade through slaughter throne,
Their lot forbade to cry alone;
Their frail mem'ry erected nigh,
Their sulky eye tributes a sigh.
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Oh gloomy gift, gift of terror_
Which tide wave death; right or error?
When good's a-freeze and earth wither
Shall it be a lone-friend hither?
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"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

Negro forgot Negroes by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceNegro forgot Negroes.
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The Negro's blood that made America
Said he's a courageous coward at war
He fought for survival on arrival
He was a refined gold; flammable raw.
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Caught in the dreadlocks of gallant braver
Nakedly, he wore the grass suit to war
He fought for survival on arrival
He knew his tears stain the soil at the war.
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He's the mighty heart of America
His eye and heart are at a mortal war
But wither was his old marvel; flicker-
And then he wanted to run from the gore.
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Nakedly, he stood 'fore Maa Africa
What does it worth a dead seed, spring and bore?
Why cult cut him off not, Maa Africa?
And there start 'gain the grandeur of our war.
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The eye is blind to be the nose's picker
R'morse would he who shall train the Horse to War;
For Negro forgot Negroes 're Africans-
Beat of loud alarm; hollow drums of war.
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"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

So, before going that goes for ever by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceSo, before going that goes for ever.
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So, before going that goes for ever;
The old star passes on, gazing heavenward,
The colourless rainbow peeks at our dream-
Where is the golden path, from furnace, we've flamed?
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Twenty bridges from Tower; a gloomy gladness;
For we were young as time was old; a thief-
And the tide ran hundred miles of winged birds
as the age of the ice and mammoth herds.
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The giant tiger were stalked as weak lizards-
Crawling with the trapped braver of slaves and kings.
The Negro wine; sweats, made their Briton beer;
And with axes and sword, we razed and ruled our land.
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Now fades the glimmering ages of sight,
The cock whistles, the echoing mourn.
The mire swam in the sea of diamonds
like a bright light in a sea of darkness.
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So, before a going that goes for ever,
Let at the rocky corner see our lowest stair;
One side of our whole; nook of grandeur days-
Before going and coming that goes on ever.
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"words from the …

A Coward's quest for love by Akinwale Peace

A coward's quest for love by Akinwale Peace.


That is Oluyode, the only son of the hunter who fought at the war of Oluji. It was from there that the Baale of Otunka, the town of Oluyode's father decided to pay him well by rewarding him with his only daughter. Oluyode's father; Odewale, is such a respected man and was not expecting such gift from Baale because he knows how Baale treats his daughter. He was quite bothered and has no point of direction as a resolution to the thought that has birthed headache considering the matter. He sat on the mat in his small room. He looked up and down and glanced at the gong he used in fighting the war.
Suddenly, tears stream down his eye, he recalled the beginning of his strength during the war, when it was fierce as all soul gasp for breath, Kings watched over their crown. No one could guard another because the war wasn't guarded itself. It was a terrible and disastrous war!
Oderonke, Odewale's wife who she got married to, three…

To The Pretending Angels by Akinwale Peace

AkinwalePeaceTo The PretendingAngels.
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All lifted up with shall be brought low;
The hand that fits in should justly pick the nose-
But the eye lacks patience to see the nose;
Life is really...my nightmare; a piece of shit!
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They're like dirty mire 'neath clean waters;
Who'll wash them? Not even Mississippi.
How many lies can ever full a basket?
What cooked the meal, the hot pot or hot fire?
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The gun has cried; the powder owns the sky,
Let the dancing leaves wail to its baritone,
Let the eye drop tears till it become an ocean-
Let the gunner live to pass on bit by bit.
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Their hearts are hearts of golden wild chains;
It presents present to those present today.
They're pretending angels, devil are they!...
Let my leaf stop waving to shadow all nights.
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But lest a seed fall to the ground and die;
It lives alone; for it brings more fruits if it die.
So as tho' they breathe and lie, let them pass away
to six depth, so that their lies will grow unmatur…

And The Raging Gentle Wind Rest On Lakes by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace And The Raging Gentle Wind Rest On Lakes.
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The shadowed trees rustle, the moons glisten,
The night is deep like a blue sea; darken.
'Neath the sky- a restless wind sprays leaden,
While wheels and blazing horns screech and threaten.
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The calm wind with full strength raging a fling;
The morning star and light flocks start to sing-
The world was asleep but now light waking,
As the wind flies like the fallen rising.
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So all men rise to fetters breaking,
Smiles tell all; his soul is his soul. Lightening
dance across the sky as the wind is dying,
Out of the moon, voices mutter 'morning.'
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Deep old rays; bright light, comely, darkness breaks
as chirrups of fluttering feathers blakes,
The waving trees clap at the sunny flakes,
And the raging gentle wind rest on lakes.
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The shadowed trees rustle, the moon glisten,
As the wind flies like the fallen rising.
So all men rise to fetters breaking,
And the raging gentle wind rest on lakes.
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"word…

And That's How Tasteless Sweet Day Starts It Miles.

Akinwale PeaceAnd That's HowTasteless Sweet Day Starts It Miles.
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Before morning, the wind gathers in groups,
Going to the sky, to the sun, making
rhythmic waves on the river, the groups
of wind will you see with its great rumbling.
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On the bat-winged sunshine,
Stand'ng on the river like giant tigers.
I remember like yesterday; sea wine
which owed my day like West sun ministers.
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Flap your batty wings to the silent hymn,
Beneath the trees; blown in are precious winds
at North river as Negro life draws in;
Drunk with palm wine mile across a new wind.
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The tall sun fell a stand, a gallant stand,
The North West blew a gloomy air of smiles-
As East South breathes in with waves on its sand,
And that's how tasteless sweet day starts it miles.
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Before morning, the wind gathers in groups
which owes my day like West sun ministers-
Flap your batty wings to the silent hymn,
And that's how tasteless sweet day starts it miles.
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"words from the innocent min…

But He Say, What I Say, He Say by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceBut He Say, What I Say, He Say.
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God gives every bird its own food,
But he does not throw it into their nest.
Thus begat him a lazy day,
The food he feeds has come from being lazy.
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Lazy hard-worker eats good food;
Even the rich men eat his wasted best,
For his strong weak bones sun a ray,
Buthis anxiousness is uselessly hasty.
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Mingled pain in his daily food,
Like clues to agolden thread- his tangle; blest,
Yet he has much and less he say-
Ev'ryone is lazy but he is crazy!
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His rumbl'ng stomach hunger subdued,
while under his feeded storm-beaten breast.
But he say, what I say, he say,
His future a baby; clearly hazy.
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His useless thoughts birth him good food;
Any meal in a coffee mug; he's blest,
Pen caps that have long lost their mates; he'll say,
The food he feeds has come from being lazy.
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"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

When, When Will Thou Willingly Will Thy Life A Cry? By Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeaceWhen, When Will Thou Willingly Will Thy Life A Cry?
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Oh death, why are you so stupid!
The world was really a fool of wisdom;
To believe it was you is unbelievable
Why hast thou done it, why, I said why hast thou! why?
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Death is afeast who made all a kid;
We paid thee due, but add ye thy kingdom,
Your grey gray smile of gold is undeniable-
Whilst we blind planet know when thy theft come is nigh.
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Your hasty steps make us stupid,
Night gown wore your light, crack'ng a funn' boredom-
Whilst the air is gloomy, the soul feels gullible;
Why hast thou done it, why, I said why hast thou! Why?
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Of bitterness blow a cupid,
Like the grumbling winds are murmur'ng kingdom,
The noise became a sweet music, sad pleasable;
Why hast thou done it, why, I said why hast thou! Why?
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The noise is a music, stupid!
Live on, your house isnow a poisoned kingdom.
Death, you're deniably cruel, undeniable!
When, when wilt thou willingly will thy life a cry?
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"What bothers me the most is the fact that the venom of truth is a bastardy of/to truth."

Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Philip Peace

Plight-en-time by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale PeacePlight-en-timeday.
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If you could ask one thing I'll pray, I'll prey
that this day be ever not turn a prey;
Heart are flowers of thirsty stream, souls say
"You're my sunshine, the sun stand'ng on the sea
of darkness" but this love isan ocean. See
you that its depth deep the mere dream and glee
a fleeting shadow on the cloudy day?
Time is just a thief of time; the heart say
"its a lone hunter hunt'ng a lone hill, pray
me that I mingle with stars with owl's sight.
Love is a wild card of the day; a plight
that all play whilst light gleam aft'r a giftful night.
Oh day, can I b'cause of you cause mine soul?
Or can rise 'n' fall rise that fall may control?
Oh, how essential a useless day glow.
Like the bitter stream of winters flow sour-
Plight-en-time, if you hold me, I'll scoff alour
as a smiling sweet in wild tempest sour.
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"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace

Happy Valentine's Feast/Day by Akinwale Peace Akindayo.

Happy Valentine's Feast/Day     by Akinwale Peace Akindayo.

Happy Valentine's Feast/Day     by Akinwale Peace Akindayo.

Valentine's day is a world feast day often celebrated on February 14th of every year in many countries in their existences. It is a popular feast involving matured minds and -unmatured mind, better said minds that are not ready for what ought to be ready.- However, it is said to be coupled with the ignorant love that we have today, we've closed our eye to the better by far understanding of love itself and Valentine's day in essence.

A fact about Valentine is that it has no foot; no one knew the real Valentine and there was/is no agreement between the historians concerning the feast.
It was therefore said that Valentine begins in the ancient Rome where 14th February was a holiday to honour Juno, the Queen of the Roman god. In this kind of season, boys and girls are separated whilst they write the name of the girls on different papers and rap it in a …

We See The Dark Like A Blind Owl by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
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We See The Dark Like A Blind Owl.
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The stains of the past and the gains;
The useless pain of useful gains,
The rise and fall of dusty stains-
Night gown strip naked by ' night owl.
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The lonely walking owl whose pains
has a melodious tone, disdains
of flamy flames, filling flames', stains
of gloomy knocks and sight; it howl.
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It howls of daylight whilst night chains
to the scolding bright star which rains
white gold on its heavy sight, -reigns-
heroes of fear as it hoot a-growl.
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Cryit: melt my pain with thy soft strains,
And mount more dizzy tons of rains;
For life flows with ambitious
pains-
Silence in the sea of nois's growl.
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Thy kind heart it thank for its pains;
You 've a heart of gold which disdains,
Of owl's pain doth thou bind it pains;
Thy pride is a toothless lion's growl.
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Of rains of pains and gold of pains
Our leaden heart cry with bound chains.
Of owl's pain doth thou bind it pains;
We see the dark …

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And With Him Would Breathe Your Dead Soul by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
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And With Him Would Breathe Your Dead Soul.
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For the pride which they heart is the
pride of a toothless lion; the
soul who hails good the bad evil
whose weird mild heart is an eased devil.
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As thine soul doth cleave a wild wind-
is a cold war whose rumbling wind
hath thou heart with a peaceful peace,
But what pride hath thy faceless peace?
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Thou whose sword birth a humble death
as thine wicked heart split a breath;
A broken mirror doth see sights-
So shalt thy lame soul weep thy plights.
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For the pride is death's whom by him
authors life beneath six depth, him
hast thy soul owe a pride- thy soul-
and with him would breathe thy dead soul.
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"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

One That Go For All Is Needed Useless by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
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One That Goes For All Is Needed Useless.
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The war I war within is cold war where
wrath wrath my being, be it be a weird dose
whose drop could mix with cascades in my heart
as doth didst the past current introvert.
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But what pain hast freedom, save war within?
And if bitter snow blows beneath the dim
sky whose bitter raging cause great sweetness,
Wilt the war within rape my happiness?
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One that goes for all is needed useless;
For my soul I pant to keep off guiltless-
For it I do or die whilst life breathe me,
And for it doth bitter snow taste of me.
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But the drop as tons on brooks rage my heart;
And the art of my heart please my kind heart,
So wilt my soul haunt the dose of pain whose,
cold war I war with'n whilst on wood blooms rose.
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Thus would rose bloom on dry woods, and a dose
of sweetness will spill sweetness on sour me;
Like the rumbling wind whose fury sky heart,
Wilt I 'so heart my rose ev'n in sadness.
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"words from the…

My Nude Heart Awaits For A Heart To Heart by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

My Nude Heart Awaits For A Heart To Heart.

I don't want to be the one you'll die for,
But the lovely one you'll love to die with.
Be the good in my bad, bad in my good-
Be the blooming rose on my dry wood- heart.

Because cause you, your heart that I long for;
And you are the sky that dance round my twist,
So be the blooming rose on my dry wood-
And be the ocean where I'll drown my heart.

The pride I have- to die with you not for,
And the sweetest bliss is the kiss of feast,
So darling trade not my love for wine- nude,
My nude heart awaits for a heart to heart.

"words from the innocent mind"             Philip Peace

Go To Your Grave Thou Honest Man Of Toil by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace Go To Your Grave Thou Honest Man Of Toil!
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The sun rise and fall with thoughts in your head
The 4 points eagerly meets in your head,
Your heart is as strong as a wild hard stone,
whose words are Hitler's, whose say are weird tone.
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The twinkling star rise and fall with your pants,
Is your deep heart so twisted with great rants?
Mild smiles had been buried beneath your shoe,
Even hot tears; you put under your shoe.
....
Now you've passed on and want to breathe again,
Hath thou seen your wild heart has wrought souls pain?
Or hath thou seen what the blind eye could see?
And thus and thus and thus; dead sun onthe sea?
....
Woe betide thee for I'll curse thy pray prey-
You have come a young man nor the old grey,
The sun be bid from your eye save the soil,
Go to your grave thou honest man of toil!
....
"words from the innocent mind"
           Philip Peace

Make My Day A Mild Night To Stay by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
(Villanelle 1)
Make My Day A Mild Night To Stay.

Make my day a mild night to stay,
Though the fierce rage against my fright;
Make my wild night a day to stay.
..... Happy nightmare for it I pray;
For the fun I pray, not the fright,
Make my day a mild night to stay.
..... Silent grief pave a joyful way,
For time's pride has drew a tide's sight-
Make my wild night a day to stay.
.... The rumbling winds on heavens stray,
The dinning hell bears gentle fright-
Make my day a mild night to stay,
..... Frightened because cause it my day;
For, my nightmare; for it I'm bright-
Make my wild night a day to stay.
..... Make my day a mild night to stay;
Though the wailing piano's voice flight,
Make my day a mild night to stay,
Make my wild night a day to stay.
..... "words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

Dining Of Dinning In Hell (Kyrielle poem 7) by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

Dining of dinning in hell.    (Kyrielle poem 7)

Tonight, we'll make a toast of blood
while we fight with our flesh and blood;
Whilst we'll make hell ' horror of pain-
While thorns pierce for a peaceful pain.
..... Tonight, we'll be dead that died not-
Tonight, worthy will reign as nought,
As we suck blood with blood like rain-
While thorns pierce for a peaceful pain.
.... Tonight, scary wind shall blow, well,
As hot inferno dance, we'll dwell
with the saint in hell; pains with pain;
While thorns pierce for a peaceful pain.
..... Tonight, night of a thousand days,
All men; wicked oily and greys
shall rise and fall as violent rain-
While thorns pierce for a peaceful pain.
..... Tonight, we'll make a toast for peace,
Til their corpse be unburied piece
with foxes and birds as their grain-
While thorns pierce for a peaceful pain.
.... Tonight, fire will burn greeny grass;
Devil and his angels will pass,
Smiling as tears will entertain
While thorns  pi…

tip it toe, look into my eyes by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

tip it toe, look into my eyes.

tip it toe, look into my eyes;
touch my heart, lock it with kisses-
beneath your lips would mine be sweet,
on your roseful hair will I breathe.

tip it toe, look into my eyes,
hold my hands, let's dance the couples'
lay on my chest, do you feel it?
the pant as the gallops, oh my!

kiss me dear, smile my smile for me,
i love you like i'd 'lways hate you;
feel my coldness and my calm warmness,
tip it toe, look into my eyes.

the needful time is too needless,
time is proud but have me -this time-
tip it toe, look into my eyes-
say it, say it, say you love it.

"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

So, Death Is Proud And Time Is Life by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace So, Death Is Proud And Time Is Life.
....
So, death is proud and time is life,
The grey hair is a young maiden;
Close to death and far from life's breath.
The wicked are humble in death
whilst the humble die wickedly-
As lightening dance across the sky;
So doth wailing wails beneath trees,
The thug cold hug the naked earth-
So doth thunder yell 'neath the sky.
So, death is proud and time is life_
But the pride of life is sweet death.
.....
The wet land is for the waterer
whilst the burn'ng green grass burneth not,
The wicked has heartless kindness-
The humbles' tears run o'er baskets
as bitterness blow beneath the sky
-as rumples from tall waterfalls-
whose impact has great impact-less.
The wicked are humble in death
whilst the humble die wickedly.
So, death is proud and time is life_
But the pride of life is sweet death. "words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

See the Young Philosopher that is lunching his book

SEE THE YOUNG PHILOSOPHER THAT IS LAUNCHING HIS BOOK After he published 1000 hard copies of his first book in 2014 titled Ikenna and the zebra (prose), he wrote down a motivational book "Virtues of good living" ending of 2016 and decided to publish it on his birth month being February 2017.

ABOUT THE BOOK Virtues of good living is a motivational book that is channeled toward building all living organisms about the essence of living life in a proper way, to stay healthy, be at peace with neighbours and observe its norms.
This book has six chapters that will build you as a reader in the path of living a good life, its chapters are well written with edification from research and the scripture which is considered the egg of life. Chapters like;  Good living,  Love the greatest gift, Ethics of Life, Life’s Etiquettes, Being  Trustworthy, Power of Silence are duly discussed in this book to help guide you towards the essence and virtues of good living. This book is the proper…

you'll live in hell to smoke my flame by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace you'll live in hell to smoke my flame.
....
man proposes, god disposes,
are you really god's? His chooses?
lord, your heart is a thorn of ros's.
....
this does not portend the real you,
my lord, is your heart 'neath your shoe?
or your mood; a calm raging clue?
....
my lord, what led to this sweet woe?
never weary nor so in woe-
my lord, will this taste of death go?
....
lord, my heart cry at your table,
my words sound like an old fable,
your heart is a stoney table!
....
in my shoe I put your cruel heart-
hoping to find mercy a part,
but I felt great pain than my art!
....
my lord, your heart bear broken walls
where light and darkness rise and falls
as white locks of tall waterfalls.
....
in your cruelty, mercy will speak
i am down,  i'm not leaden weak-
till hell do us a part we seek.
....
in your heart, let's toast flakes of flame
-till hell draw us a part of shame;-
you'll live in hell to smoke my flame.
....
"words from the innocent mind&…

whose heart holds hairs on grams by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace whose heart holds hairs on grams. .... the bells are tolling- lions will become lambs, the bees are buzzing- revealing your scams. ... gallops are puzzling, send'ng war telegrams- proud time start fleeting, guzzling bloods stream'ng dams. .... bold heart panicking, heart of lions are lambs- wail wails with wailing as blood flood as dams. .... alas, peaceful kill'ng as blood flood as dams; proud death dance winning- as 'em flesh paid for scams. .... gallops are puzzling; tell'ng piercing  telegrams- the dead king is dying; whose heart holds hairs on 'grams.
"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

let me dine with sweetness in you by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace let me dine with sweetness in you.
....
lock me up with the kisses from your heart,
let my chest pant heavily in ecstasy.
mix your breath with my breath, blow air in me,
let me moan in you, fill the air with our love.
let me touch your smooth thigh, look at my eye,
smile and blow air from your sweet lips to my chest-
time is proud but a year is a minute for us,
let my body cry for your touch, make me sweat
from the short moans and hot heat from inside you.
rough my tough and ease my rage with a smile.
blow sweet air in my ear, say you love it;
let time fly away while I dine with sweetness in you.
....
"words from the innocent mind"
         Philip Peace

One sided is halve all sided by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace One sided is halve all sided.
.....
If what took laughter away from the crow,
Had befallen the vulture, it'd been stuck
on its eggs; Why then doth rain fall while sunshine?
I can wander wide weird, deep depth of this
realm without wondering wailing wails above
the soil, 'neath the sky with a cock-a-doodle-doo.
....
The sky is width, wide if birds  don't bother,
Why then doth dust breathe with a pleasure for doom?
Old age creeps on us but a thousand venom
still breathe, so the lightening could dance with the air?
Time is proud whilst it sits on the air throne
where ugly tide fly, renting dusts in shameful shallow tomb.
.....
Sweet famine makes one eat fruits from strange trees,
Birds can fly with a wing, an eye can see widely-
Perhaps, yam flour would have love to live being a fresh yam.
The rumbling winds could dance on the valley
and the little oil could rape a sweet river,- but,
The laughing eagle is still a tame on the hen.
....
"words from the innocen…

Don't you want to lie at six depth? By Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace Don't you want to lie at six depth?
....
You're a rare god to your mother,
You took the tears of your father.
You're the basket sav'ng mother's tears-
You're the visitor all these years.
....
You're the knuckling kicks in her womb
You now create yourself a grim tomb,
You're the cause of their smiling smiles-
You're the source of their tears; weird smiles.
....
You're her joy and her hurtful pain,
You're such a needless useful pain.
Stop your scary barks at my back!
Abiku, go and ne'er come back!
.....
Your crying hum- a weird bark to me
Your beaten blue black flesh scares me,
Go and save your breath with mild death-
Don't you want to lie at six depth?
....
"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

One Must Go For All, All Must Go For One by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace One Must Go For All, All Must Go For One.
....
....
When a farm goes aflame, the flakes fly home
to bear the tale; for one goes, one come home-
But as Elephant weeps for lacking teeth,
Wild Bears poke the ground with their gnashing teeth;
What if the wicked are fire, the world would have
been beautifully burnt with their rave halve-
But a burnt palace could reflect beauty
and sugarcane has no place of safety,
Why then doth the lazy hiss when day breaks?
when clanging pots must fight hard when day breaks.
A little oil can mar a sweet river
ev'n when the bank spurs the flow of river.
A stone thrown in anger can't kill a bird
but the chirp of the Brooks can call a bird-
Why then doth dryness of land birth hotness?
While hotness must come to birth rich wetness;
The bitter wind that blows from North to South
is a blessing to the land in the South-
For if all must work for one, one must fail
all and if mist must fall, the dew must fail.
If yam isn't eaten for oil, …

For she who gladly bores, many nurture by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace For she who gladly bores, many nurture.

The pains she felt for me, I didn't know,
Where I belong, where I came from; I know.
Tough and tender, she made things out of naught,
She taught me to laugh, cry and live in naught,
For she who gladly bores; many nurture.
... The woman who looked life in it fierce eye,
She knew all laughs and tears, all day time fly.
Her silent prayers disturb the calm moon,
And her hot sweat streams down beneath hot noon,
For she who gladly bores, many nurture.
... She's the rumbling wind b'hind ' wailing thunder,
Now I hear in her lips tear and laughter.
Her blood cries in me till I'll be no more-
She's the one I came for till she'll be no'more,
For she who gladly bores, many nurture.
... These are the pleasant women I came from,
These are the tears and laugh'rs where clinging come.
These are the flapping wings on the valley,
These are the women I came from; for me;
For she who gladly bores, many nurture.
... &…

The birds own the sky, whose lips I could see by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace The birds own the sky, whose lips I could see.
.
.
At the dawn of the day when the frogs yell
beneath the streams, the morning mist could tell
of a day where sands would fly while birds smile,
Beneath the sky doth morning weep a while.
.
.
My sight has the smell of pleasant love spell,
Written on the sky in my blind mist dwell-
And the gleaming dew-drops fell while I smile
and drink astream of sunshine from heaven's smile.
.
.
The echoes of brooks like the dings of bell-
Makes ' heart leaps like the harbour of the well,
How sweet it was when rhythm lose a while?
As the wailing chirps of birds fade a mile.
.
.
The pleasant roses smile above the hill,
The rumbling winds dance 'round the gleaming hill.
As the gleaming sun stand upon the sea-
The birds own the sky, whose lips I could see.
.
.
The birds are Angels whose hill I can't hill,
The birds are lips of endless voices still.
Lord, what immortal are pleased things I see?
That I be a fool before forty thr…