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The World Is A Television by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

The World Is A Television.
To see the world like eye sees nose,
And the sky with the eye lid pose;
And heaven with the Mole of mote
Makes life a piece of acting bloat.

The one that answers to a doubt
Is left of knowledge, aware out.
The one that trains a horse to war
Is feigned to seem as fit to war.

A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
And so when life is piece of cake
Your tongue would twist but lip would rake.

The flying golden beggars' rag
Is slap on heaven's golden bag.
For all fingers are not equal
And cutie ugly 're but equal.

For man was made for joy and woe
And you with me would rest his soul;
And if this truth could write on hearts
Will all dust know this life's some arts.

For every tear from every eye;
Is made up fr'm joyous griefs that lie,
And Oldie's rag spread with delight
Is richer than the richest night;

For engines squealing saves them strength
And the poor's strength is more at length.
Who mocks the growing infant's faith
Shall slowly slope to ' grave of fate.

The world's a mirror for their lies–
A world is enough for the wise,
But does human form wise display
To those who dwell in realms of day?

"words from the innocent mind"
             Philip Peace


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For Ikeoluwa.

I have sailed in the ocean — on
your body's warm drenched spot axis,
and i have felt the touch of your
freezing burning hands and cold words:
you said some soft words gently in
my ear on a cold night. and my
body is a tree, it rustles
when winds beat. winds like your mutters.

I have a whirling desire
that we are over the 9th edge;
grabbing, rocking, licking, tasting —
and the passion flows 'n' action shows.
your whole body defines a lot
even when i see nothing but
the voluptuous pillows of a
tired bed, calling me to sleep.

Slowly, this pace beats rapidly
like a running fire. and i'm
burning coldly on a meet with
your whitish round thorax muscle.
glorious! your body is a bike
and i'm good at riding roughly.
slide and glide, make a symphony
of our salvation on this cold night.

Akinwale Peace AkindayoPhilip Peace