IRIS

  VERILY, ACTIONS SHALL BE JUDGE ACCORDING TO INTENTIONS To have intention, Is the criterion of value ; Every actions. Especially to worship. It is not just an element; It gives important to Physical appearance of a man After he has been covered by the night It is the pillar of worship, The essence and foundation of actions. The imperative requisite, For the acceptance of a deed. It magnifies a act; If it is smaller than the ant, It has two faces, Each is attached to its tax, The right will be rise; Other would be down. Actions with pure intentions, Build a mansion on the air, Blessed are to the people, Whose intentions are for the lord, Loss are to the people, Whose there intentions are for the world.

In the shadow of our precious memory, we watch as it flashes and fade away, as if it's ain't moments of yesterday... For people we once knew and  stick to their path like bird-flu, now it turns to a moment we try to remember without clue... Gone are the times we once shared, the beautiful moments really cared, but here we are as if we ain't there... Times flies, memories dies, we never know when it time to say goodbye, tears stick to the lid of our eye, as our young one parted shore of our precious life... I wish I could turn back time, spend it with loved ones, be in the old clime, porously howling like lake lime... Oh, we already tampered with our prime time, I mean moment we sucked dry our sweet lime... The shadow of death is at our shore, some don't even weep over unpaid debts, surely we all regret, we ought to have wept, till the destroyer of joy caught our last breath.. We give little attention to eternity, and left our home tattered and unkept. ...

To bathe in your affection, my desire, Kissing you till you run out of breath, Light fingers travelling down your body, As thy flesh sings at my touch, Indeed my skin be wrapped around yours, Under the moonlight, Our flesh in excitement, As we engage in lover's play.

The howling wind woke her up, The loud slaps that the unforgiving rain gave her window kept her up. All her life she was taught not to fear the storm, But how could she not be afraid when she couldn’t see past her window, She let her thoughts take form and she got lost in them. She was the typical African daughter, Her beauty was a gift from above, With her gracefulness making even the iroko tree look like a sapling, Her smile as golden and warm as the morning sun, Her hair as black as the fertile earth, She steps as gracefully as the bata dancer, You could almost never tell she was there, if she didn’t want her presence announce She protects her kind with the ferocity of the Lion, And with pride like the Peacock. The African Daughter is the true child of the soul, Her mother’s best friend, Her father’s priced jewel, the apple of his eye. She’s all these and more.

How else could appreciate the moon, As it shines on my window pane... How much could i appreciate the ocean, when only what i need is a drop of water... In the midst of the dessert, the Oasis is highly appreciated... But no one knows the true essence of water except one who is once thirsty... Beauty is just an understatement for the one who made me her King, for this care is overwhelming, From the one who accept me as king... Gold is cold and lifeless but love is sacrifice and priceless... On this stone I stand alone, like an helpless sim without a phone...

And now when I sat alone, You crept up beside me, Your eyes wild with desire, Your body, a switch to turn me on, In your hands, a knife you wielded, And in my chest you plunged it, Carving out a hole and stealing my heart.

There are months, There are, Months month; Greater  than month. Blessed we said, Before it, Four are specific, Among the months. Let us reach, We seek from him, Baligna Ramadan. The month, Honour is given to the crescent ; It kick off, The anticipating blessing and glories. foods and money we're kept; They found it in many houses Devil is given extra power,  he capture not the believers. The crescent is the father of the moon, All heart must be on the sky. Let us submitted to the throne, Who knows if this will be the last. Welcome to our midst, I greeted you thousand times Thanks for the revisiting,, I pray you will leave some scars Marhaba yah sharu l Gufran Ramadan Mubarak.

It rises at night, with vicious eyes and murdering tendencies, Blood stained razor sharp canines, and a jaw impossible to break free from, The flesh and blood it seeks out, to tear it's prey from flesh to flesh, Slowly it creeps up behind unsuspecting prey, measuring distance with fixated eyes, And in a swoop it scoops it up, pins it down and growls savagely, And deep into its neck it bites down, choking it to death, And when all signs of life are gone, it begins to feed.

The clouds were nice and in a perfect blue, I sat back and enjoyed the beautiful view, Eyes closed, I thought of the memories that stuck like glue, He still has no clue, I thought to myself and felt the need to sue, All he wanted from me was friendship, His spirit was free with our relationship, His actions brought me closer with no hardship, I tried to please the wish of his lordship, But in the end what I want is a relationship, We've been together for years, If he ever proposed, of course I'd say yes, I wonder if I should, would it make me seem less, No, he wouldn't make it hurt, I guess, But all he sees is an ever trusting bes, As I gathered my thoughts and headed for his place, In my head a could hear the voice of Ace, I turned back to see his handsome face, Held my hand and my heart raced, He said "You have taken my heart out of it's place", What wouldn't I do to be in his arms, To let him feel every part of me with his so...

This feeling inside me I can't control, I've tried to deny but to no avail, The love you showed me opened my eyes, You have brought me from darkness into the light, You gave me the hope I had lost, And unintentionally, you conquered my heart, My confession to you was rejected, My love so true but refused, Now I'm lost and totally confused, Let the blood in my veins be my witness, Let the moon that grace the night be my witness, Let voices of the night be my witness, Don't leave me hanging, for I have no other, Don't keep me waiting for I don't want to break, Listen to my heart 'cause I want you to stay.

Life is a challenge, Embrace it, Give room for failure , Then battle it, Don't be defeated, With what that locked you down, Pretend you are down, And find a way to rise back, Don't be deceived, With sweet words that has no taste, Be going, we are there for you, And be vigilant of their traps, You are born to see favor, But not to please anyone, Do the little civility you can offer, And guard yourself for been harm, Life is a contest, Between you and your success, Don't  allow trespassers, To chartered all your aims, Don't wait for the hand, to write an epistle , Before expressing, what is flowing in your mind, The brain that powered what you  wrote, Can also power what you would say, Just permit  the leg to shoot the shot, May be it can reach to the net, Life is a challenge, Adopt  it, Cos the road to success, Is never an easy one, Take the task, And forget the pain, Cos who that want to eat the head of the hippopotamus, ...

Message from the death of Kyari He lost! The soul, To the hands of corona, He had planned, The planner has directed him, To the journey of no Return, He woke up, Not, unto his bed, But to the  place he would  had his first test, He shouted, He called, But no one to respond, He cursed, He blamed, Woe!  to the deceitful world, He waved, He said, Bye bye to the  macrocosm, He admonished, He reminded, You shall all be in my position, One day, Cos, verily, Death is inevitable.

How do I put these feelings into words with passion, My heart had always seemed to be made for fashion, But in my eyes, his arms were like a mansion, Where I would fall into with total submission, Cause his touch could make my heart forget its every function, A man filled with solitude and terror, His name was not like Jake or Trevor, It had more meaning, with a little bit of horror, And as I shared deep into my mirror, I couldn't help but smile at the truth in his terrifying rumor, He was so proud and elegant, He would trample upon his victims like a mad elephant, And his eyes were beautiful like a cursed infant, His very existence made every person pant, Oh my, his every word was like a meaningful rant, How could he be so beautiful, To not love him would be the act of a blind fool, To him, everyone was just a tool, One he could use till he was satisfied and full, Isn't that just amazing and quite wonderful, Oh my, how I wished he knew how much I lo...

Blurry days at most, a broken heart at hand, A teary eye for me, when you wanted me no more, And a bullet it felt like, piercing through my heart, My emotions in turmoil, my mind set to confusion, Once happy memories, nightmares they are now, Loneliness holds my hands, a company I dread, I did give it all for you, now I'm forsaken, Gloomy days ahead, I can't wait to see it through.

The world is cruel and unfair, The rich can boast and pay any fare, The average can try and survive in the rich's lair, The poor can do nothing but watch and bear, with no one to speak up, no one to dare, But the next generation becomes a mystery, The poor dreams of wanting to escape his misery, The rich still lives in the glory of his past history, And so, the poor becomes the rich, with hard work and sometimes sorcery, and the eyes of the rich become pained and watery, Now, the new rich forgets the pain from his source, He forgets his past, and walks in the rich man's flaws, Now the new poor searches for all sorts of doors, He has learnt the pain of the poor and experienced his laws, and now feels as though, he is with a curse, Now the rich makes an ungodly mistake, He has made a bet much higher that his stake, and in his former bed, he will find himself wake, The poor has given a lot more and can now take, He has endured a lot and can now eat his tru...

We have life to live, And a carrier to woo, We have wife to care for, And a children to look after, Our relatives stop not the dismay, Our parents can not doze, Crying days and nights, Doctor  so, Nurse  so, Is this how you would  pay  back? Forget not that we had endure, Before becoming who you are, Do you want our efforts to be in vain? Said our parents every day. If we had knew that you will turn our faces to sun, We wouldn't have take the risk to make you like this, Is it not the prayer of farmers To reap what he had sowed? We understand the plight of our parents. And we feel the pains of our wives. We heard the voices of our children. But our profession hinder us to convide. Even though if we want run away from the promise we had made. The conscious of the oath wouldn't let us do so. Cos a promise must be fulfilled. We are train to save a lives, Not to run away from any risk, The outbreak have took us from our family, We have n...

Hasn't woe betide the man who couldn't control his desire, For in the end it breaks and makes him retire, How broken is he who drinks to stupor, beaten, smashed and make swallow his mucor... For one who couldn't take charge of his desire, is like a soldier in the battle field without an amour, how will he survive piecing spear of the adversary army... Women, money, wines, pride, power, status, only drives man crazy, he got busy, bossy, messy, and later get wrapped up in dirty... So he's half dead the one couldn't take control of his desire, he thinks with head and got it spilled with the tiny flesh between his legs... Maybe for the pleasure of 5min, 5seconds or probably for the reign of 1day in billions, or for the joy of minted paper, I mean something he couldn't control a seconds after... Desires are like shayateen, they runs through your blood and vessels with high speed, piercing your tissue, you let them out; you regret the whole issue... So ...

Reduced to a state of hopeless tears, In a place where life is never fair, All hope is lost, and now I fear, I'm fading away and no one cares, My own cross I need to bear, A cross unfortunately I can't share, All love is lost and I don't care, My life is empty and my end is near.

Multitude were asking, What is keeping you back? Your mates were neither riding bike, Nor they were trekking anymore. Some have become superintendents, And many have become managers. They were rather given out grants, Not they were seeking any alms. They have become father of two, And happily engaged with wives, They were no more requesting from mother, fathers and families. The ritualist were asking, What are you waiting for? Your mates are getting rich ; Riding Benz and Rolce Royce. They have built several houses, And travels around the world. They control money and resources, Friends and enemies. "What are you waiting for?" Said by many foes. Don't you want to be successful? Why don't you head to words. I am waiting, For the rain to fall, And bring out sustenance, That will last forever. I am waiting , For the light to buff, And the sun to rise, And the moon to enlarge, I am waiting, For the favor of the lord, I shall  n...

I have seen The cloud overlay the sky I have seen The dark mantle the dawn I can get wind The voice of an ingrate I can perceive The mind of a tyrant I can differentiate Between actual and ill I can compromise If I like my words  Believe, If you like my advice If your heard the word turpitude Take your body and run Though, it can seem stupid When the truth is said But how can you hope for long life When cigarettes has been your food Don't they see clearly That smokers are liable to die yong That shows grade one quality Of evil and devil behavior How can you waste your days And night enjoying Collecting different wages From people you haven't serve You are forming  smartness And big boy all around Instead of you to think You show grade two of evil trait Both Yahoo and smokers Are nothing but Team of turpitude That has nothing but evil