Songs Of Solomon

Yes me brethren lets  us merry and break bread.

Caucasians try to feel the pain of the ones in chains
Ever been on the other side of a whip or do you just weep

Wonder how there’s blood and there’s plenty money so far South
and there’s more blood and so little money in the west
the chase so tempting like mamma’s breast when i was a couple of years
echo from the west reaches down south the wind bring forth clouds.
the victims unknown and the other willing to go on their own
take ones life and spare another is that how to go further.
the targets and aims feels the same,the different pain for different folks.
waves and heat strokes tell why kill another bloke.
why do we do go out of hand and seek for direction in the end.
Pyramids and Towers who are they trying to over power.
hahaha, our food can be another man’s left overs
our joy could be his pain but we must pray to be on our lane.
life was hard before the existence of Man, the slave mill continue to grind
we close our eyes to lies and truth what then do we see
How we spread love and happiness oh don’t forget the viruses and sickness
tell Anna to stay back from being born else she will sing a song.
Tell a story or play a drum, beaters and cheaters whats the difference if they both bitter.
Yeah Tell it to Jah, Tell it to Jah perhaps the answers belong to son of man
Please tell your answers and i will tell mine lets share ideas
Mind you i believe in mine and mine and Jah before babylonian.
play the card by the card rules but my rules i play my way, My Bad.
oh sweet sweet songs of solomon pay heed to chaos in sodom and gomora
the lust for skin and next of kin,money birthed good partnership and evil collaboration.
the price we pay may differ but the pain remain ours to measure.
diffrent strokes for different folks,because the life we live to each his own.
Let them say the he moved in and out swiftly rather than staying stagnant in a vincinity
the world is big and small at the same time, the confusion depends on how we choose to see it.
Daily lives and limit each day trying to break our spirits.
we make the best of it by surpassing that limit and making sure that on the table there’s meat.

Songs of Solomon Let them hear it

Written By Donald C. Nwokedi

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The Janet Effect

Like a trigger it was swift.

The effect of the ‘Janet’

A few months ago she was on the net

In cyber space,unknown a dime piece

There for the taking, A diamond in the dirt.

He was just a sailor on an adventure

In search of a heart to cater for, to love and cherish.

He had reached the end of the adventure, one can say its Janet Habour, bring down the anchor, all abort.

The effect of the ‘Janet’ you cant fight it.

Its metal to magnet closer and closer it draws you so inevitable and ultimately impossible.

A very good wave of energy one we would all love to embrace.

All hail the effect of Janet.

A little bit of poetry from me to you this beautiful day.

kisses and hugs my Queen

Whose name is Janet.

 

 

21 Red Lights Couple Of More Greens

its a sharp one, more like a Ronaldo shot

Whichever one its surely on target

there’s always a guarantee of 1 or 2 per game

or in the given  situation everyday .

direct and accurate, its a though’t
it’s hits you no matter what.
you ask questions of old.
we try to help one another but we barely surviving
it takes 2 wrestlers in the arena to have a fight
its within us, its awesome,its could be him

he could be her,we obey something.

one way or the order there’s an

agreement and a conflict looms
who leads the way its only but a question.
But we believe in our selves, i do
Don’t Know about you,
but do you care, you will be cruising your ship.,
i will be cruising mine and hope we done collide.
you ask me to split a dollar so we can both have 50 cents.
for peace and harmony. surely we shall ,so long as we drink wine.
legal was it from the days of old and so it shall be.
someday we hope to merry again on the other side.
again, i hope to drink wine, regardless of the consequences.
but hey, ney to a brother with the heart of a betrayal.
For a fool is all man and a fool is no Man
Twist and turns , sweet and thorns .
I laugh now, you should too, its the chronicles of existence and of mankind.

 

2 Sides Of A Coin

You try to paint a picture
Of who and what you are
the world gives another defination
its not really our world its just a world
One we happen to be living in just because
its okay to have your opinion but ill reserve mine
because obviously non hears the other cry out and non can help out.
its a barricade of souls trying to connect failing endlessly.
Perhaps seperation is natural, disunity, war, no woman, no cry and confusion all this questions.
its pretty nasty and tasty questions, i mean if you think of it.
we love to hate, live to die, Sleep to wake and sometimes never again, Eat to live, there’s always another.
win or lose, words and opposite, good and evil.
It just cant stand alone trying to connect but it stands alone.
So where now is the love because hate we are containing while trying to show it.
The peace begets the war the reason we are yet to know.
perhaps we dont care its just too crazy a question to ask.
the pattern have been the same all the days of the past.
it goes on and on, try to be good and it might just be bad, its how i see it
not how you see it,everyone’s sole priorities is self first.
cant cheat mother nature,it is as sure as being a mother to your kids.
so yeah we must give up the fight eventually and let the creator handle the rest
two sides of your coin so its two minds attached to one.

Written By Donald C Nwokedi

3 Lines 1 Edge

Its like the holy trinity,mysterious and lethal
each so sharp and deadly, good and evil in a balance
Putting us in a trance,for all bask in the eupohoria of the unknown.
the good and the bad,whats fine and beautiful and what’s not who makes the decisions
is it right or is it wrong, the question of how the pyramid came into existence.
The egyptians, The mummies whats fake and whats real, whats new and whats old.
3 humans different souls the mind connecting but the body disconnected.
Different lives, different vibes,low life and high rise same but different.
only time will tell,pray the reaper dont ring that bell .
if not, we will see in hell or heaven which ever comes first or best.
Love and hate they feel the same,with time all go separate ways.
The directions forever random and the destination forever unknown.
the trill and adrenalin, the buzz and fuzz always making its way around.
So many lives not so many life, many walk in the shadow others with a glow.
Trouble looms right after Peace reigns and it goes over and over again.
it is as certain as a 3 pointer from the hands of Kobe or dwayne.
Happy holidays orlazy days, good times and hard times they join hands
a couple so its double the trouble living happily ever after.
a fairy tale but its happening to you but its no tale is just you.
believe in religion or humanity the choice solely yours
Roses and thorns hurt just as much, roses color red and thorns draw blood when they pierce.
Danger brews at the point of merriment a dancing crowd and suddenly a weeping dad.
Yes! Yes! its us, says Isis as they lay in wait to claim responsibility.
West Minster the bridge and paris, the cinema shooting and missing persons
rich or poor what use is the money when we are no more.

in the midst of many we are one and in one we are legion.
how many voices to listen,souls searching and body aching.
People are like the pope they come as a visit and they go.
In due time, ‘Time will tell by itself there’s no need to set an Alarm.
Patience pays and impatience pays more for the right price you get whats yours.
We are all humans connected by our instinct and by blood. some turned sour
Others stayed red and some blue, steady dragging each other to the nearest precint.
There’s a price to pay for every crime and a price to pay for no crime.
The confidence is best offensive or non existent.

Written by Donald C Nwokedi

I

I am the good laced with evil, I know what was and what is to come.

I hear the cry of freedom from deep within, The scream of salvation is but only a whisper.

I know my role and I play it well, I can see the future by looking at the past.

I know who I am and I mean no harm to any man.

I walk my path alone and will do till it aches my back bone.

I shall be the beam of light in a world full of fright, When things go bad,

I will make it right,I fight this war not for anyone but to satisfy my soul.

I am neither strong nor weak just somewhere in between.

I love myself and all that Love me too.

I am the moon and the stars, the sun and the rainbow.

I am everything and I am nothing.

I seek not to win the battle but to remain until the opponent taps out.

I look not for trouble but it comes nevertheless, up in the sky I shall look for glory.

I am who I am,I am me.

 

Long Run To Success.

It’s a dark space,a dark place only when we step in we can see the light.

Everystep we take and muscle we pull along the way only set us up right.

There is no right time,the right time is right now, heaven is waiting do is hades too.

Wake up every morning with a warm heart and seize the day like Dracula  ‘Boo Hoo’

Its a success story but it never ends and its gory,stepping on snakes and nails till Glory.

Its a long trail home but toss that bone and watch me chase like a canine.

We stay in line even when the journey goes turpsy turvy, rollercoaster type of life.

Never expected a clean fight or we would rather not, after ball what more is life.

Tough Jobs or soft work what do we care, get something done or gerrarahere!!

Born shy, i was never prepared, ready I was but informed I was not.

Like a movie it’s a must watch like it or not it must premiere.

Get that gold bars spend that gold in pubs and bars.

Something in the stars make them keep coming back as long as the chase remain back to back.

Written By Donald C Nwokedi.