FIRE OF MOODS

  it  appears that I have fallen, for a beauty of measureless charm, instantly infused by her touch, a magic of compelling swarm. incarcerated my heart... and tamed me at last. her sublime and exquisite posture, shone from underneath her blouse, her perfectly displayed essence, walks on air to lace the clouds. and rained love on my heart... drenched in decision that thou art. my heart and body and soul, thinks and speaks only of you, I've got a bee in my bonnet, and that bee is none else but you. buzzing in the clover of my heart... that we may never be apart. I revel in your flood of beauty, lost deep in your crux of fancy, you wield me in me, your radiant blossom expunges discrepancy. yours is my heart... as a whole and not a part. let the cloud be my witness today, that I proclaim my heart is yours. #El_Magnifico™

  look me in the eye and tell me if you have seen this cloud made out of four casts. secrets... sorrows... pain... fear. to get a rainbow you have to go through the rain. so I have heard. but after dark nights of heavy rain, dawn has done us wrong. how we thought we felt forever and became roses in the rain is a pain for perfection. and the smell of nature that should be our bond, eventually tore us apart. look me in the eye and tell me if you have seen this cloud made out of four casts. (i) where rainbows run from rain, (ii) and love longs to drown in a lagoon. (iii) where pain-drops upon pain-drops fall from a sober sky, (iv) till you become a walking umbrella. if you have seen this cloud, it means I am not alone, in this cuddle with coldness, and drench in the rain. #El_Magnifico™ [[Published on Cultural Reverence Magazine ]]

  He: cuties are many but none is as cute as you, yours is cuteness that sweeps emotions through my veins. your eyes on me, my eyes on you, your tender touch alleviates my pain. Her: staring at you has become my hobby, I feel my world spin at the glimpse of your face, your sexy body is driving me nuts, your smiles alone melts the hardest ice. He: your eyes are sexier than the evening breeze, filled with brightness of a billion fireflies, the crickets sing of your elegance with such ease, and colourful birds dance to your elegance in the skies. Her: I yearn for your touch day and night, hoping you'll one day realize how much I want you close. it breaks my heart to pieces whenever I see you with other girls, 'cos I need you just for myself. Him: your lips are adorned with angelic spells, kiss my lips that my soul may fly with wings. under this moonlight I crave into your innermost shell, that by dawn two bodies may become one soul. Her: my whole being is going wild just at the me

  withdraw from bleeding on sheets of pride, dragging forth omen from its abode. ye rods of fear enveloped in cloak of scries, whose dark eyes sees no good. withdraw from foolish lust portrayed by dark fingers, whose visions are hell... fire... death... doom. glorifying in the title- prophet, to exalt anguish and hysteria. seers of blood and dark crevices, magnified in purity of an enshrouded darkness. "hills shall fall, cattles shall die, and wolves shall fly with wings",- awful seers. scribble not anymore on slain pages. close thine eyes and cause doom to die. open them, end this night and breathe the morning fresh. sit by the star and even the odds, for doom is a respecter of none. #El_Magnifico™

  I pledge... what crime is this from firm lips covering weak hearts, and dark souls- darker than the caves of hell. whose weightless words are drowned by vile dreams roaring in their heads. madmen of two halves. sin- dark... dark sin. grandeur- wild... horror disguised. we are born and broken into this grip of hell. symbols of lies, wombed to pile spoils into self pockets. I pledge... to be faithful, loyal and honest. to serve with all my strength. to defend unity and uphold honour and glory... sham! naked sham! we are bricks breaking ourselves to lay waste. we are madness. you... I... Nigerians. #El_Magnifico™

  I bereave this path, for I have found death on every footprint that courage left behind. there is woe in a pregnant womb that refuses to deliver. for they are plagued by many miscarriages and forced to make death a regular companion. my tears are dried up, for I have cried them at the wake of the weak who died a thousand death from a thousand fret, that left them unwilling to fight fear and face danger, like an impotent organ gently stroked by foreign hands.  who shall teach a man to rage and show him the courage to wage war against death, when he refuses to give birth to the many suns that could help him rise. for they have bound themselves to their graves, and their crave is not just brave enough to break free. I bereave this path, for a thousand death emerges from a thousand steps every time courage retreats. #El_Magnifico™

  home is a heaven without a god. I know this for I have searched the breadth of kinship and found a seed of contempt in place of a throne. I can hear you think me false, even when you cherish the reverence that strengthens you from strangers, and strangely wish you were a stranger in your own home... Visit  https://spillwords.com/a-strangers-privilege/  to read the full poem!

  there was never a country. all that exist are just people who wake up every morning from scary nightmares, to witness more nightmares shatter their daydreams. there was never a country, but people who take selfishly from one another, that the rise to the top is a measure of the amount of dreams you can kill. there was never a country, but a people whose light is constantly blown out, till they are made to understand darkness and embrace it. there was never a country. all that exist are half-alive people, who searches the eyes of their kindreds for fear of finding their own death therein. there was never a country, but a gathering of corrupt representatives, who becomes the law to the masses and sentence them to death at their will. there was never a country. all there ever was, is a group of people who take turns to build castles in the air. #El_Magnifico™

  there are sorrows  living in places where joy should call a home. you are existence. but you have chosen to exist tense, and succumb to the pressure of merriment meant for leisure. that if we should draw multiple clocks, and set their hands to different cardinal points to predict your leisure time, they would all be correct. alcohol becomes your first name, for your belly has taken joy in gulping many mansions and toppling several streams your dreams could have rowed through. and I know a mad kin. he calls himself the father of enjoyment. he has commandeered many wives and mistresses, and have found resting place between their thighs, yet he never met satisfaction. I know another fraud, who wanders from street to street begging for cash to eat, but squanders them every time at the shore of drunkenness. and madness is mad at sanity. for how does a man wake to the rising sun, and decides to spend forty thousand on merriment, while his thumb constantly battles with his phone's calib

foolish years has rolled over the hands of time. for awe is no longer inspiring, and madness is a new shade of fun. yesterday, we were a light of hope, struggling with constant chaos believing a tomorrow would come to our rescue. but tomorrow slopes upon us, and leads our feet into thicker darkness, until blindness becomes our only vision. and the eyes are nakedly viewing a naked parade, of black shades twirling in red lights. the workings of stupid brains, awaiting the spark of violence to fly. but we were meant to find peace at the melody of chirping birds. but even the bird's harp has lost its piece from many reverberant tweets of insanity. our monstrous forms are full blown, in a circle of challenges and gloomy gaze. wisdom weeps alone for this generation of foolishness and shocking shades. for madness is a new shade of fun, and awe is no longer inspiring. foolish years has rolled over the hands of time. #El_Magnifico™  

  a boy is a battle. he is full of fight with many foes... within his eyes are the fierce frights that has built a heaviness upon his lips. of how Madam Monica modeled him into the giant pillar that holds up many spouses, and flood them with springs of satisfaction. one stroke... two strokes... three strokes... and a boy begins to choke till he becomes a monster made to feed on the groaning of a moaning girl. another boy, was a regular audience of a boxing match, between his father and his mother. and his soul has found failings in forsaking the way he was trained to grow. still he strives to melt his heart, and remould it beneath his boulder. and even I, was a boy, who was barely saved from a severe shatter. for she drew my sword and it stood erect, ready to kill. and but for the timely thunder that rose to my aid, I may just have been another lightning that flashes by without a voice to bare me open. but whom do we tell this tale to? all because a boy must be a warrior, he must stand

  I have seen archery at its best, And I have spurned some. Still the target is never true until the arrow is shot. A mad man threw a stone at a glass, And we think its target was to break it. But in his head, he's aiming at himself - the reflection in the mirror. A crazy cow is chasing a dog, And we think it has gone wild with dreams. But it follows the dog for directions to escape a slaughterhouse. He missed it! He missed it! So they say. But an old man told me that the target is what the archer says it is. I have seen archery at its best, And I have spurned some too. Still the target is never true until the arrow is shot. And if I don't hit the apple on the head, I just might have a bulls for the eye. #El_Magnifico™

    My soul will take flight, And reach for the clouds. Let my head be the price, I will gladly let it go. If freedom is on sale, I will be the currency.   Let my head be the price, I will gladly let it go. For our right is all we have left, And if none will walk west, I will. Let my head be the price, I will gladly let it go. That tomorrow I live long on men's lips, And in the tears of the unshackled. Let my head be the price, I will gladly let it go. I was born a comrade, And sacrifice is my greatest strength. #El_Magnifico™

  Sorrow was my companion, And tears my second name. But I will lose this friend, And change my name, For I am born again, And baptized by the will to succeed. Persistence will become my new name, And greener pastures my new companion, Even if it means giving myself away, I will with a smile on my face. I am the servant with a talent, But I will multiply it into billions. I am done hoping and waiting in tears, For heaven to come to my aid. This is how I will create my own heaven, And become my own god. #El_Magnifico™

  the mind is a battlefield, the very home of war. a man is asleep. he battles with his dreams, and multiple voices he knows and knows not. he is torn, and willing to free himself from slavery. only to awake and show all how to be a complete slave. I am beginning to enter this poem, and letters are at war, fighting for supremacy and favor from my pen. colors are screaming... red... blue... white... black. a grin yell oh, and confusion was born in the brain and fed to the heart. another man is a mixed feeling, he is a member of opposite worlds. his pastor told him to live by the holy book, and his riches would find him. but his friends teaches him to get rich or die trying, for riches respects no rules. so choice waits on him, and the outcome of his battles. there are thoughts and there are choices, but we Aren't slaves of our thoughts,  but we are to what we choose. no one understands this better than Lucifer. your mind is a battlefield, the very home of war. choose your battles wi

  in your eyes are the waves of a sunless sea, that my imagination runs out of pictures to process. your voice is a sacred sermon to my ears, it is engraved on the stones of my heart. your breasts are in my dreams every night, it is a spell I have learnt to enjoy. the floor of your belly is as smooth as pebbles, I would rather lay on them than on glowing gold. your lips are where I hope to spend eternity, they are the reason I breathe. disbelief me not when I say I know magic, f for she has charmed me and ran my brooks, magic to me has a name, and I know her to be Love! 💕 #El_Magnifico™ [[Published on Cultural Reverence Magazine ]]

  I found for me a friend, And hoped I found me joy, But what he did intend, Was hidden in his coy. I felt his love and care, And those pretended trust, I thought this gem was rare, I never knew it cursed. A tool who came to spy, To bring unto me woe, A setup and a wile, Who stung more than a foe. He stripped me to my pants, And clipped my only wings, He left my soul with chants, Of sorrow on sad strings. This friend is a hot coal, I wished he was unborn, He was the very mole, Who made my love forlorn. He stole my pretty wife, And set her for his friend, He stole my lovely life, And brought it to an end. #El_Magnifico™ [[Culled from "BPPC's Chapbook: FRIENDSHIP"]]

  Alphonso Davies When you talk of the best future potentials in European Football, it is almost impossible for anyone not to mention these four names: Haaland, Foden, Davies, and Sancho. All four are sensational potentials who has taken the footballing world by storm with their wonderful performances and exceptional achievements. But placing these four side by side, it is certainly not too difficult to know who the better talent is. Erling Haaland stands out in terms of goal scoring proficiency. Sancho stands out in terms of creative abilities. Phil Foden is a player that can rise up to be a savior for his team when the need arises. But Alphonso Davies is the all-round player who most definitely has the better talent of all four. I'd be comparing all four in salient points below; Erling Haaland 1. Goals Haul Looking at all 4 players, it is worthy to note that Alphonso Davies is a left back, unlike the other players who are in the attacking frame of footballing setup. Automatically

  I wronged you,           I knew I did, I ignored you,           I broke our creed. I grew weak,           And took a break, I sought peak,           And troubled the lake. You reached out,           But I ignored, You did shout,           While yet I snored. You did pray,           While I was drunk, I was prey,           Unto books and funks. You did stay,           For so very long, I cannot allay,           This burden of wrong. Now I see,           That which you saw, I was he,           So blind to his flaw. I so hope,           That it's not too late, How do I cope,           If this is fate. I have learnt,           A very big lesson, I'm like a cent,           Totally gone missing. Do forgive me,           And have me back, Do relieve me,           From this haunty dark. I wronged you,           I knew I did, I ignored you,           I broke our creed. #El_Magnifico™

  He had no sooner entered the arena, when he caught sight of Smart smiling at him from the VIP section above the roaring crowd. Everything had been perfect since he woke up that morning. But not anymore, as everything seem to feel wrong. The quirky smile that gave away at the edge of Smart's lips was something he had seen before, and it definitely wasn't something good. The last time Cosmos saw that smile, he lost his best friend to the cold hands of death, and he can sense that ambience hovering over him again. As he walked towards the ring, his heart sank with fear and anxiety. He made his way up the short stairs and got into the ring from between the ropes. His intro music  Thunder,  by  imagine dragons  was cut short by the sinister tone of the  Zombie dance thriller  by  Michael Jackson,  and the crowd erupted with cheers and excitement. The lights went out, and a moving spotlight travelled west from the north wing of the arena, where it stopped to illuminate a hooded box