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Second Gulf War
02/04/05 |
Fleet Street stressed and spread the scandal
That Thomas Thosma aborted armored penpal;
World security sprouted against inspection.
World police kept clamoring for protection,
Power amidst armourers we must paralyze
With dust dwelling and scientific analysis.
Stop! World security shouts to world police
With due inspection on Nuclear missile iced,
No negotiation; stop nagging, they praised!
Special secret invitations sent by world police,
Thirty, seventy; forty, sixty; we'll take thrice,
Soldiers our problem but missiles we iced.
Thirty battalions; sixty battalions; ninety battalions
Trained cum untrained at the war front
Our technique platoon would surely support.
Area Commander, Thirty battalions lost,
We're short of soldiers, please post
Sixty battalions to the war front!
Left left; left right; forward match!
Attention! We're short of soldiers in Batch,
Sixty battalions to battle in the war front!
"Thomas Thosma captured", Fleet Street stressed,
World police rejoice absolutely and announced
"Victory Holiday" on the urgent bill-board.
Any Nuclear missiles found? World security prosecuted,
"Although, no Nuclear missile was detected,
But the devil himself we actually arrested!"
World police fumed to the world security.
Many innocent souls lost; battalions were killed
But intact were technique platoon that supported!
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Gravity Of Love
02/15/05 |
Mathematicians build the world
Mathematicians rule the world
Nothing without mathematical expression in the world,
My believe is in codes and numbers
My believe is in logic and equations
That leads to logical reasoning.
Many problems I've solved by codes and equations
All equations I've solved by logic, symbols and numbers
Yet I'm not satisfied by my lifetime pursuits.
One day, one day I asked myself
What is the right number or symbol?
What is the perfect equation?
What truly is LOGIC?
And who decides right reasoning?
In cause of no answer to my quest,
I traveled through the physical and metaphysical,
I traveled through the delusional and mystical
And at last back to the physical.
I made most important invention of my life career
That it's only in the mysterious equation; logic of love
Any logical; mystical and psychological reasoning can be found.
It's you in me I only believe that's true and real.
Your love is mysterious as an echo in my heart,
Your love is natural as life in my heart;
Forever will you be new as day in my life.
You're the only reason why I live and continue
In my logic, equation, number, symbol and code.
From the bottom of my HEART to you my only LOVE Rukayat Bolakale
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Never Surrender
02/22/05 |
Pretty princess of prince ‘Pascat’,
Your boundless bunch of beauty
Dazzling deep down my heart,
I'm frenzy, crazy in your presence
By your silk skin and curvaceous back.
Fragrances that flows at your arrival
Are so lovely than the one of maneuver
Never will pettish prompted me to another
Kindly kindle hope in my tingling heart
Wherever, whenever, I'll be there till ever.
Though there is no specific simile
That can really express my emotion,
Metaphor and alliteration are not suitable
Yet in words will I convey my motion
As to fulfill my main mission;
Sort of song can it win your heart,
Sort of surprise can it pierces your soul?
Wearing weird on you face
Each time I tend to move closer
But never will I let my mission pass.
Oh! In your absence I seemed complete
But my life is purely incomplete
Yet I'll never surrender nor relent
For sometime someday will I be victorious
Surely as you are the only masterpieces.
Ready to do anything you want
Even if you leave in the den
Willing will I enter a lair
Definitely my survival is not sure
But it's you I love and curiously care.
Upon Cupid and Venus I call
To make dearer to your heart
My lasting love in haste;
To hold and hang me to your heart
And ever be mine and only mine...
Dedicated to my dearest friend Rashidat
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Free Love
03/08/05 |
Scientist is my lovely little lass,
In velocity and acceleration she believes
And mixed molecules of chemical with base
Her presence packs me off my feet,
Her eloquence perfects the paragon I paint;
In her heart tenderness I faint!
Awakened by fragrances perceived through her pass;
Let go not her affection is ranting;
Her emotion, ejaculated me off my pant!
Love the thread of emotion
That gathers passion and action,
And abort first sight portion
Guide me through passion of mission;
Strengthen my motion with power of expression
Coded in action of explanation.
Free love is distinct from all love,
But love I have is hate to love;
Misinterpretation cause commotion of emotion.
Expression pair action calm aggression
When explanation explains main mission
Moved by motion of firm affection.
When my eyes pierce the sky,
I skipped to see but your name
Boldly blinking like stars in the shy.
The only masterpiece I know as Angel,
My heart is heavy and fragile
While your dazzling figure kept calling for agile.
I am whole here for attention
To review my main mission
And break silence of my motion.
I feel you deep down my heart,
But your emotion never convey my motion,
Friendship, in the depth of emotion its my mission!
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Picture My Presence
03/24/05 |
Wherever you are,
Wherever you be,
Either near or far away
Keep our oath of love
Sacred like the Hole communion;
Flashback at our romantic moments,
Remember our words of passion
And affection deep in emotion.
Distance reflects no difference,
Your heart could picture my presence
Anytime you feel my absence
And recite these words of LOVE:
Oh my dear love,
I love you dearly
My darling love.
Even while I'm away,
Whether Near or far away;
Across the widest ocean,
Up the highest mountain,
Down the lowest valley;
In the depth of the deepest sea
My heart is dearer
To you my lonely love.
Forever will you be my love,
Evermore, you're my love.
Amen.
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The Egocentric Passenger
05/15/05 |
I am just a passenger
I feel like driving this bus
I feel like conducting the passengers
But I am just a passenger.
I have my car at home
But I feel like being a passenger
I want to listen to cool music
But there is no sound system
Like the one in my Lexus car
I am not comfortable this seat
It's not like the one in my car
Puffy, like the sofa in my sitting room.
I feel like sleeping
I feel like jumping
Down off this bus
Like the conductor
On the tape-board
But I am just a passenger!
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The Trial Of Poets
07/22/05 |
Case number one hundred and eight
Allegation stated: the trial of poets
Presume all present in this court?
Poets are guilty of nonchalant
Towards life when they chant
And humans elevated above height
Poets are murderer of words
In pursuant of rhymes and rhythms
All in the name of poetic licenses!
My Lord, I am the spokesman for poets
We gathered today to defend our faith,
With elaborate explanations "We're not guilty"
Poets are romantic
Poets are passionate
Poets are affectionate
They see things in different ways
They view life in complex manners
And break it down to simplest views
Passions flow out of poets
Emotions gush out of poets
Affections rush out of poets
Though lines in systematic ways,
Form stanzas in logical manners
Accomplished with unique titles.
Poets are Marvelous
Poets are Mysterious
Poets are Contentious
At times they seem blind
But see clearer than eagles
In search for daily bread.
At times they seem dumb
But are paretic through powerful media;
Pen on paper to speak their mind.
At times they seem deaf
But clearer than the broken walls,
And think wisely before they talk.
At times they seem naked
But clothed like chameleon,
Only caring less of that you cherish.
Going up and down of the beach
Is search of rhymes and rhythms,
The wildest in the network of poets.
The heaven and earth
The sum, the moon and the stars
Are eternal poets.
The South and the West
The North and the East,
Sing rhythmical songs.
Poets are Marvelous
Poets are Mysterious
Poets are Contentious
This court has jurisdiction over poets
And as the spokesman of the poets,
Hence my Lord, my case I rest.
I, the judges of this court
Am a prototype of a poet,
For I preside over this court.
Lawyers and court clerks are poets,
Plaintiffs and defendants are poets,
They arrange their statements systematically before the court;
With effective defense of poets
Thus panel of judges of this law court
Discharge and acquit poets!
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Song Of Freedom
08/29/05 |
Passed are the years of ill-solidarity
Passed are the years of peace uncertainty
On this cleansed treasury terrain!
Forgone are the hours of social mutilation
Forgone are the moments of cultural alteration
At the shore of our sanctified sanctum!
Let the wordsmiths preach
The gospel of fraternity
Through their unblemished epistles,
Let the wordsculptors etch and
Mould out words of emancipation with their ink-rod
Perusing their wide spread Iroko-sheet,
Let the dramatists conjure and wrought
Scenes plotted by the wordsmiths
And act the Acts etched by the wordsculptors
On both the in and out door stages
Continuously should this crusade
Parade the shores and coastline
Of this maggot grown and dilapidated land
Suddenly would change emerge
And songs of peace would over throw
The mouths of the troubled hearts,
Both the young and the old would sing the song
Of love, peace, harmony and total freedom!
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War Muse
09/15/05 |
The Western World is the founder
Of visual scornful scandals
Yet yelled against rampant vandals
Who are not far from their fragile soldiers.
Always they fleet forward, after
The scandal turned unmodified matter
Ranting rescue with their habitual aid
Clothed in disharmony and disquiet bid.
They toss around the other world
Outside their infested hand
To satisfy their dreadful thirst
Of world fantasy freedom pendant hoist.
Whole wild wider world
Would taste not an inch of peace
Even amidst the dove, the agent of peace
When world warriors continually proclaim war bids.
Based on self centredness of superiority,
Country over continent; society against community
Across and around world's terrain
Whilst missiles drizzle like the rain
On weaker nations, ye Western World the feud founders
Stop these scornful scandals
Of which you're the founding vandals
With the use of your fragile soldiers!
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The Search Of Love
09/30/05 |
I fumbled and wobbled,
I trembled and stumbled
In the scrub of Love
I pondered and wondered,
I slow-witted after my slumbered
In the forest of Love,
I saw and grasped,
I found and held
In my search at last I found
In you my lost Love.
I entrust my whole life,
In you I bank my heart and soul.
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