Demarco - Love My Life

Adekunle Gold - Pick Up [Official Video]

Unholy Eyes of Mine

From the first day that I set my unholy eyes on her
I knew I was bound to make love with her
But she had a boyfriend; my friend
The way she played with me
My blood always went on fire
And my man hood could read the emotions
But I held my piece and waited
For the number of days to be fulfilled
And the hint of her fire died in me
But it has been said from the beginning
The 'pisda' that is yours would always be
Even though it tarries it shall always be there
Waiting patiently, till you enjoy the fruit inside

It has been said from old times, that sex is a dangerous emotion
And purely persevered for the wedded couple
But yet, I never waited for such a precious time
But ate the sweetness of such a wonderful fruit
Who shall then save the son of a woman; that I am
Or who shall take me out of this 'pisda' chasing path?
And set my feet upon the righteous way of living
I was told once upon a time by a noble friend
That once a man tastes ‘pisda’ he can never go back
And would always want to eat as many as possible

Yeah, it is true that the skirts are everywhere around
Yet we classical men select our kind of special skirt

I am told that the manhood of a man is a small part of his body
Yet when it goes in, it fulfills all righteous calls of destiny
And it gets the entire full grown man greased and oiled
Sweat pouring out of every available pore of the skin
When there is a big war going under the sheet cover
When the manhood is inside, the whole body is also inside
Oh my God! What is in that little hot wet oval place?
That when a man slides in, his heart goes up in flames
I am a living witness, that a man would not relent
In his unholy chase until he enters into her holy of holies
The joy of sliding into her holy spot is highly unspeakable
And there are no words, to express that gracious feeling
Skin brushing against skin, with no rubber interference
The man hood filling up all the corners of the sweet spot
The moaning and the screaming, heard a million miles away
The special liquid produce, easing the strong friction
With strong satisfactions going in both directional flow
And ecstasy filling up, until there is no more strength
Oh how I really love to be there all the days of my life
This life we live in is nothing but one and now is that time
To enjoy the goodness of the sweetest spot under the Heavens
A man once said that it used to be his favorite home run game
Until the day he saw his sons head pop out of the engine room
The life of a man begins from when he pops out his little head

A sweat beautiful, young aspiring woman once asked me
“What is it about that spot that all men want to go into?
Regardless of whatever age or social statues they may be off
When that spot is where they all came out crying from”
My wonderful reply was “that is the only true worthy place
That a true natural born man, whether sane or insane
Can ever feel truly safe and be fulfilled to the climax
In the bosom of a woman and the manhood at its best job”
In-fact, it is the only known job from the beginning of creation

Dated: 26th July, 2009

Freedom Fighters

Of many times, I have heard people say
I want to lead my people to freedom
I was born a freedom fighter, for my people
I defend the cause of the hopeless
And the plead the case of the oppressed
This is what I am born to do everyday
Lead my people from poverty to glory
From Grass to Grace, want to full

But when these so called fighters
Become leaders, they squander
Plunder, destroy, and killing all
The very people they want to free
And any who stand in their way of progress
In the name of Cleansing and Purification
They take away the lives of their enemies
And put fear in the lives of those they rule


Dated: 24th Nov. 2011

Colours of the Earth

What do you see? Colours of different kinds
Look! Behold the colours of the earth
Oh, how I wish I wasn’t a colour
In which the earth was painted
See what the beauty beholds
For the blind, lame, dumb and deaf
How beautiful and pleasant to see
The colours of life, so pure, so nice
How I wish that the unborn babies
Do not see all these colours I see;
For the colour of the human heart
According to the word of God
Is desperately and wonderfully wicked
I have searched in the depths of man
And found nothing but bitterness and evil
Which has caused me to human thoughts
To see the colours of the earth
In the plants and mammals
In the waters and on land
And to know that in everything
The Earth is a place where men
Paints according to his heart desire

31st Mar. 2004

Third world countries

Third world countries
Why has thou remained so
What a name? Is it a pride?
Oh leaders of these countries
Behold you keep borrowing
From the first world
Enriching your selfish pockets
While enslaving your people
Leaders, why have thou folded thy arms
Look behold there is hunger
Starvation and abject poverty
Leaders let’s make a change
That the other world would know
That we have a future and a goal

Dated unknown 1999

Time

Again and again, it sits there quietly
Watching and waiting as things moves
Beholding and observing all, as it goes around
Quietly it spins on its very own axis
Caring not about you, I nor them
Onward forever it marches and steps
For not a single minute did it look back!
Without words, without speeches, it moved
Its cry was quite almost as silent as the wind
Yet greatly feared by those who understood
(Man’s time in Earth is measured it)

Written: 10th May 2015

Fallen Love

What’s going on in that wild mind of yours?
You are crazy and I know that I am insane
To be falling hopelessly this hard for you
You are my downfall, my own worst enemy
A virus I can’t live without any day
When I look into your eyes, I see infinity
I see the end which is just the beginning
And the beginning which is just the end
You got my soul captivated in that heart
Beauty of the inner heart is killing me
Slowly my blood drips away
Into the sands of time

I have come to understand that I can’t live without you
You my oxygen, yet killing me like cancer
The thought of you makes me lost and hopeless
My head is under water, yet am not dead cause am breathing
I can’t deny this, your love surely would be my downfall
But I know this, that you are bigger than life itself
No matter how much they beg me to leave you
I’ll follow you unto the very end of the world
Even in the grave, I would keep on loving you!

(Giving you all of me)

Dated: 23rd April 2014

A turn on the Table

Every time there is a turn on the table
I always find a way to turn with it
Or make it turn back in my own favour
But now, am I bold enough to play along
I have seen the tables turn several times
And all those times I have the leap
That great walk of Faith, in my life of Fate
I have been told that I need a revolution
But could this be the revolution I desperately need
While there is still life in me now, I cry
For the pictures I see, are nothing to speak off
I wish I had where I could run unto for help
It doesn’t rain, it pours so I have been told and;
I am a living witness to the pouring down of my soul
I wish I know where to turn my lonely heart to
For all my path is blocked except this one way
That fate has offered unto my wearied dying soul
Everyone has rejected I, for without cause and reasons
They tirelessly wait for my own self-destruction
Soon bound to be a reality for all to see me fall
That my weary and lonely soul crashes without a hope
Can I ever rise up to take what is mine?
That question I ask; as what would I call mine
Does the word really exist in my own state?
For I can’t see anything that has my name on it
When I raise up my head to look beyond my horizon
All I see are the blurred shapes that makes no sense
Like a man sinking and seeing the sun through the waters
Knowing exactly that he can’t rise up to get air
No matter how much he battles that the sun is his
Deep down he knows he is doomed for the Ocean floor
And where he goes there is no form of promotion
It’s a bad, bad card that fate has dealt to him
He can never rise up to that which is His.

Dated: 17th Sep. 2008

Mistake

it takes one mistake to fuck-up your entire life
a mistake of less than one minute, to develop and hatch
could cost you a decade of repairs and struggle
could change your life and create a crack in your destiny
force you to change focus and get lost forever

you lie to cover-up, to keep those you love safe
you tell the truth and hurt everyone around you
you are caught in your own world, with no one to save
you don't know who to trust, for its an overrated word
that would keep your mistake safe and buried
its said that 'there is nothing hidden under the sun'
and the stars of the night, small and far away
sees deep into the souls of lofty and humble men

oh my soul, i have made a mistake
and a snare is hung upon my neck
like the noose of a hangman's rope
set upon mine, like a bomb without time
how have i let myself turn into this
yeah, i have left the path i once knew
and now i tread on paths that are strange


6th April. 2011

Keri Hilson - Knock You Down ft. Kanye West, Ne-Yo

The Earth Life of Mr. Jones

A man once said that if He was given an opportunity to be born on Earth, he was going to work for God his creator.
After pestering his maker for a long time to the hearing of all in Heaven, an Angel reminded God the creator of an important assignment that was to be carried out on Earth and in a certain country. Adding the angel also requested that if only the creator would accept the pleadings of this particular man who had always wish to work on Earth on Gods behalf; and permit the said man to depart to Earth into a particular family. Which God agreed to.
The angel was then assigned to carry out all the necessary preparations in order to facilitate the Earth bound journey for that particular man.
In a few hours later the angle then announced that all was now set for the Earth bound journey for the said man. He the man was now fully briefed of his assignment on Earth. At the end of the day in heaven, the creator requested for the man to be brought before him. He then ordered another angel whose schedule was to lead individuals to the spiritual door that leads to the Human world.
The man knowing fully well that his request has been met was very excited, that finally he could prove to God his worth towards God on Earth. Radiating with smiles all over, to the minute and seconds that the great door between the Heaven and Earth was opened, which is the predestined womb of a woman on earth.
At eighty human years, an angel of death knocked at the door of Mr Jones, because ever since he was given birth to on Earth he was named Jones. The message was that it was time for Mr. Jones to return back to his creator. This automatically means that Mr. Jones must depart the human race.
Mr. Jones arrived heaven to give an account of his journey on earth. Continuing Mr. Jones said "My God almighty, from birth until I was twelve years old, I considered myself too young for the work that you sent me to do"
That is very true; you were young and still probably trying to understand the world, because I remember visiting you trice in trying to help you understand the things around you, put in an angel standing by.
"What happened next" asked God?
"Sir between the age of 12 and 19, I was too care-free and I never took life seriously. Also by the time I was between the ages of 19 and 27, I had become self-centred, self-confident and busy chasing all the frivolities of life. At 28 years of age I became married, I then believed that with a wife all things would work out for my full entrance into my predestined job, but how wrong I was. Little did I know that, that was a new era in life entirely. I had to start working more harder so that I could make ends meet in my family, sending the kids to school and you know all the things that has to do with raising up the kids in a Godly way, in the state at which the earth is, it was almost impossible for me to accomplish this feat properly. By the time I was between 40 and 54, I was extremely too busy, I was neck deep in matters of my office, chairman to several committees, yet I was still dedicated to my family. Between age 54 and 65 I was thinking of how I would settle myself so that when I retire from active service I would be able to live efficiently well without depending on my children for financial support. I was working and entering everything possible and available deal that would fetch me money and also make me leave an inheritance for my children. God by the time I was now 70 to 80 years I knew that I was too old for the job that you sent me, then, I looked back and saw all the wasted years, that I should have used in working perfectly for you. At age 80 your angel of death came calling and ended my poor and miserable old age coupled with pains and full of regrets, of what I should have done when I should have done it. My God it was then that I remembered Ecclesiastes 12 verse 1," which reads" Remember now thy Creator, in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not nor the year draw nigh, when thou shall say I have no pleasure in them."
‘Do you mean to say that you did not do the work at which I sent you for in the first place?' Asked God.
Fidgeting, with his eyes bowed towards the ground and with the looks of a condemned criminal, he answered with a barely audible voice "yes sir, I did not do the job".
Angel reminder, did you not go to remind Mr. Jones as usual about his job on earth? Inquired God.
Replying; Angel reminder said, 'I did remind Mr. Jones Sir, several occasions throughout his entire lifetime on earth. Once every year from when he was nine years old until he was twenty-seven. I visited him twice a year from then on as usual, but every time he would reply that he knew and there was still many more years and would carry out the job.
When he was between twenty-eight and fifty-four, he told me that he was trying to settle down his wife and family. Between fifty-five and sixty-seven, he said that he was putting things in place for his retirement so that he could dedicate the rest of his entire life to your service. Between sixty-seven and eighty, he grumbled that he was now old and ageing with his bones aching, making him lose grip of issues and things. As this last year approached in its timing, the angel of death told me that there was no need for me to remind Mr. Jones of the work as it was his time to visit Mr. Jones'.
"What was it in the world that you were chasing"? God asked Mr. Jones now looking at him.
I was just looking for Love, Money and all the good things of life, which are Fame, Houses, A beautiful wife, A nice family, Power and Nature generally, answered Mr. Jones.
"Do you realize that all these things you were wasting precious time chasing were created by me for your comfort. It was not meant for you to chase after them but naturally they would be added up to you, if you had sought first after me, the kingdom and its righteousness”.

Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter:
• Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man. Ecclesiastes 12 verse 13.
• For God shall bring every work into judgement with every secret thing, whether it be good or evil. Ecclesiastes 12 verse 14.
• The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, fear God now and do that job which he has sent you here on earth for that is to reconcile all men unto God. Proverbs 9 vs 10, Psalms 111 vs 10.
• Jesus said go ye into the world and preach the gospel unto the four corners of the earth. Mark 16 vs 15 & 16.
• That which you are sent here for, have you done it?
• Can you say now I have fought the good fight and I have finished my course and have kept the faith? 2 Timothy 4 vs 7.
• The clock is ticking and it waits for no one, now is the time to get busy on Gods job.
• If you were God what does Mr. Jones deserve?
• If you were Mr. Jones what would you say or do next?
• Finally, hope you are not wasting your life like Mr. Jones.

Written on 17th July 2004.

The Dance of the gods

There is a dance; I want to do with you
A Dance reserved only for the gods
Would you honour me; my hand to take
That we might dance on top the Stars
And let the whole World see our Love !!!

Look at me now on top the World

I have lived my life, in all the ways I have known
I have been down in the grave, with the dead
There were times when I knew that Death was better
And all that I had done meant nothing to anyone

I have been in the World and paid well in full!
All the scars are showing on my skin and soul
There were times when I had no hope of tomorrow
And all was at a standstill save the clock ticking!

Looking back now, what can I change; nothing
Got all these scars, what else can I loose; nothing?
You have no idea, where I have been through…
Cause you see me here, I’ve paid all my dues

The dues were painful, harsh and bitter-lined
In sorrows, I struggled begged even to death
I was down; into deep Earth, I took all the heat,
With my life dangling on a strand of the Air

Now that I am standing up, let me be alone
Don’t come here saying you want to share
This fame of fortune that I have gotten from Life
For when I paid those dues, you weren’t there

Now am up, living high, like a king that I am
And not eating with the dead like the Vulture
Oh, Life has showed me, what it’s made off!
And am grateful for the Phenomenon it took

For am alive today, as a result of this singularity
That Life picked me and showed me all its wonders
In its own moment of Time and elegance
For it wasn’t mine but that of a simple Miracle

12th October 2013

Don’t Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you are trudging seems all uphill
When the funds are low and debts are high
And you want to smile but you have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest, if you must but don’t you quit

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are
It may be near, when it seems afar
So stick to the fight when you are hardest hit
It’s when things go wrong that you must not quit.

You are my Mrs and I your Mr

When me am inside you, I feel up unto the world
You are my Mrs and I your Mr
When you hands are on touch me back
Me cock get up cos it a know
That the time art come for fucking
Me; I need me lips on top ya boobs
Your pussy are feel so tight damn
Sweating like me, make a run from the cops
Me, I crazy for your body, ya brown skin
Like the way you put dem legs on me shoulder
And when you are on top me, yeah
Me a hold you tight cos am about to come
Me hot liquid, are come fast inside
Me, I like the way you bounce up and down
With me arms kneading your breast, uhm
When me I take you from the back on the shower
Your pussy are me spice, feel irie
Ma am pounding heavily like a German train
No time for stopping, slowing down or even pausing
Cos you take me up a mountain and back
Me cock so red hot, cause you ride it high
You have me screaming on top the world
Spicing up me heart got a cardiac arrest
I loose blood cos you riding on top of me
Me cant stop holding grabbing that round ass
When you a put me to sit, damaging me spine
I swear, me doctors complain you are too Hot
One day you gonna burst a cell in me brain
Me, I go crazy when you put your leg in that style
With me ridding like some powered bike
One hour, two hours we still on top
When you a go whisper in my ear
With your tongue running down the spot
Damn, cant stop fucking you every day
With me breathing down heavy on top you neck
Sweat running down bodies like we make Olympic
I swear, me I never love a pussy like this
We never need a bed, cause we never make it there
Remember, me and you, in the lift, up the stairs
Back seat, swimming pool under water, under stairs
We do it everywhere, we no care who’s looking
After three, your nipples are still soft
Me can’t let you go cause you be killing me
How you use to ride me, me I run out screaming
How me and you invent new styles every time
With a you leaving bite marks upon me skin
Still killing me with a Dangerous looking pussy

written on
30th March 2013

In the dungeon of my friend Death

In the dungeon, I was left for dead
With the Dead, did they make my bed
My Light was nowhere to be found
In utter darkness, I groped for a way
Darkness was my morning breakfast
And night was my supper of death

Life’s light had no meaning at all
Strange were the ways of men
When men looked at me; they spat
And shook their heads in sadness
Oh! how has the mighty I, fallen
And the strength of my youth; Crushed

Death hovered above my pathetic soul
But came not down to take me away
Many times prayed I; that it takes me
Oh Death, oh death, sting me now!
Where art thy venomous arrows?
That, sons of men see and flee before thee

walking around

Have been walking around, looking out to all I see
Helping those, I find in need; couldn’t understand it
But I keep trying on….
You know that we all need somebody
Someone like me who sees, all I do
Cause I see broken hearted little kids
Struggling to keep up, with a torn society
Blood dripping from eyes, crying to sleep
Broken homes, destruction on the loose
Parents don’t care bout ‘em; kids end up on streets
Crazy killings, dying people always on the news
I’ve come to hate all that I see
Yet inside me, can’t turn a blind eye on them
Oh! You know that I surely need your help
Cos my heart is bleeding at all I can see

Father I thank you for saving me

Father I thank you for saving me
From all them, that wants me dead
Even though I know not why
I have tried to live my life, guilt free
Even through life has pushed me up and down
Still; you come and save my butt
I do know; that I deserve this not
Am glad that you never let me go
Even when my file was read before thy face
That you looked down upon me and saw my heart
Many chances have I wasted on Vanities
I’ve struggled to eat, pay rent, buy clothes

How could he just look at me and smile

Every time I raised my head, I could see him
Starring quietly and examining my body parts
He said nothing; He just smiled and looked on…
A warm tingling feeling started to rise inside me
Couldn’t help myself, but to wonder and imagine
What was going on inside that Head of his?
For the way He looked and smiled at me…
I could feel the heat and hot blood running down
My womanhood shot-up, I couldn’t control it
It was some magical intense feeling of passion
Could tell my nipples were about to pop-out
Fall right; into those strong arms and mouth of His
Every nerve fiber of my hair, all stood up
I could tell that, down there was dripping wet!
And all my under garment were hotly socked
I had to squeeze my legs, almost couldn’t walk
For I knew I was ready to take him in
I craved so badly for us to mix sweat and DNA’s
I desired to feel him there, exploring it all

How could he just look at me and smile?
And all the Butterflies, take hold of my body!!!