Paradox Of A Poet by Afroxyz.

You don't need a voice

to be heard.

Or an ear to hear

the still small voice.

Your vision is not

an offspring of your eyes

Or your path,

the reward of having legs.

The taste of defeat,

does not perch on the tongue

Or the smell of money

yield to the nose.

You may be so poor,

That all you have is money.

Yet you are free,

But caged by society.

The gate to salvation,

Is not opened by religion.

Just as facial beauty

Should not be taken at face value.

The devil would never meet you,

Dressed in black overalls.

He is afterall,

An angel of light.

Truth is sometimes protected,

With a bodyguard of lies.

The dance of the water spirits,

Is not an invitation to party.

The ocean cannot quench

The thirst of the soul,

Even the appetite of a glutton,

Cannot match the lust for a woman.

The nakedness of beauty,

Is veiled with clothes.

So is the nakedness,

Of evil.

The deepest wounds,

Shed no blood.

And orange juice,

Is not Agbala's libation

by Afroxyz:

If Jesus was a Christian (a poem juxtaposing the life of Jesus and the modern day Christian).

Bodyguards would have barricaded,

And the blood would still be an issue.
Offerings bowls would be passed around,
To feed the multitude.
To Jerusalem, a convoy of cars,
He would need- A grand entrance
For Pilate, an army of lawyers,
To mount defence.
The woman in Samaria would continually thirst,
Because he has ethnic preference.
The merchants in church would bring returns.
and He would build universities his members can't afford.
In his 'holiness', he won't wash dirty feet,
For his reverence, he won't sleep in the streets.
Miracles would be public spectacles,
Lazarus would have paid a handful.
The blind man would lean on his staff,
Waiting for the angel to stir the water.
He would have sold his soul to the devil,
for the riches of the world.
He would send the 'holy ghost' fire,
To consume Judas,
The cup of life would have passed over,
And he would be another Jonah.
He would have used the courts,
To block the pains of the cross.
Asking not forgiveness,
for the mob that cursed.
he would never have died like a thief,
To bring humanity everlasting relief
Because Jesus was not Christian.

Before you start throwing tantrums, this is a poem juxtaposing the life of Jesus and the modern day Christian.

by Afroxyz

SPOKEN WORD vs POETRY (a lovely poetic piece)

They say,

Spoken word is poetry.

I say,

Try coke and pepsi

For one lives for the stage,

Rhythms and flowetry,

The other lives in the page,

Methaphors and imagery.

They say,

Spoken word is poetry,

I say,

A sea is not its tributary.

One is direct and vivid,

talkative and expressive.

The other is secretive,

Says more with few words.

They say,

Spoken word is poetry,

I say,

Use omelettes to cook egusi.

One is superficial and flashy

Seeking to capture your eyes.

The other is an endless abyss

An emptiness that fills the heart

They say 

spoken word is poetry,

I say,

Compare silk and cotton.

One is a bride,

Without jewels

The other a maiden,

With a string of pearls.

They say,

Spoken word is poetry

I say,

Marriage is not wedding

For one,

The tongue is a pen,

For the other

The pen is also the tongue

They say,

Spoken word is poetry.

I say,

A War song is not music.

by Afroxyz

http://www.nairaland.com/1111289/spoken-word-vs-poetry#13171832