Dis lines no calm at all...!!!

Dis lines no calm at all
Cos my mind dey voke, 
Invoking wailings of unheard cries buried.
and my blurry eyes dey scary to even look at.
My dairies and memories of swallowed grudges,
grudges of pains and stains of blood on sheets.
No mistake am for virginity but in-sanitized mutilation, 
frustration and humiliation wey dem take hammer,
dem wey 'we' call 'men.'
Cos true talk na women nuture 'we' 'men'
So dem no be prey,
abeg shun violence.

You wey say sound of her cry,
Dey make you high,
When your conji high,
Na her thigh you rely on.
Lie for same bed lie give her say na,
Culture palle pickin secret,
you no need fly to call you winch (witch).
Palle like you na your daughter,
you dey burst so,
She no be prey,
abeg shun violence.

How much be sorry for market,
Or the cost of care for Ariaria?
How much be smiles for your face?
Or the cost of affection for your heart?
How much eee even cost for your to pay attention to this?
We call men to true talk,
women no be prey
My people, 
abeg shun violence

By 
D-Ray

I Don't Want to Write a Poem.

I don't want to write a poem

Since poems aren't meant for MEN.

Men drink their pain away in whiskey every night

And smoke their sadness pretending to be all right.

You ask what brings this pain and sadness.

What instance was it? What madness?

Well just guess and I bet with the first try you'll find it.

Yes, of course! What else. My woman, not anymore, was it.

And I am trying to avoid all my friends

But stuck I am with all their clichés.

You'll forget her. She doesn't deserve you or even worst

Don't worry. It's ok. She will regret it and it's her loss.

That's why the whiskey I love.

Lost I am in this dark bar.

To the always nice songs from the 80s listening.

They don't really help. Who am I kidding?

My chest, my lungs is squeezing.

It hurts so much, even the breathing.

And at the end I know that I myself became the cliché.

My feelings for her so stupidly in this trap led.

I didn't want to write a poem

Since poems aren't meant for MEN

And this unbearable pain in a poem I ended up writing

Until I wake up one day and go back on leaving.

by

Geopapas

Source:

http://voices.yahoo.com/i-dont-want-write-poem-3944218.html?cat=42

Who is God?
God is God,
the creator of Heaven and the Earth,
the One who personally laid the foundation of the Earth.
Who is God?
God is God
He is He that said, let there be light
and the light came out shining bright and right.
Who is God?
Well, Mac Dave, do tell us more...............

#WAROFWORDS -WHO IS GOD? BY MAC DAVE

who is God?
magnificent,efficient divine
amazing,delicious the vine
for the notorious,the fine
glorious he's mine,his yours
from the top to your flaws
a fellow i follow who
through my similes,willingly
not err am feeling he lyrically
who is God?
a fellow fearless fear
fears him means fear is less
steady ready called comes
early unless your sin is steady
and always ready early to forgive sin
steady. he made me he made you
man in authority,impeccable
reliable deny him,never will
he deny you
brought the law,defied the law
like the sea he is sure
cause through his waves is salvation
love the answer for this nation
who is God?
tree of life,every ones wife
every ones life ,free he torrent
sin he tore it,sin ain't his way
he made his way your way
which means you both move on a one way
he carried the the cross
rose,sprung scent out
his spirit sent out to you and i
which means he is in me he is in you
we are men of authority,note
impeachable,impeccable,reliable,
we are able
for what makes God makes us,
jesus, for what he did we must do
with a plus. magnificent,efficient,divine
we make the vine
we are God.

Watch the video here
#WAROFWORDS-WHO IS GOD? BY MAC DAVE

http://youtu.be/rKaxbAVozU8