SIGH
This morning
the earth heaved a sigh
as the heavens condensed, and the waters dripped
oh, how heavy a sigh
Nature breathed its sigh
green sprouts sighed
humans voiced their sigh
oh, how cool
the heated night!
Chris
'n' John
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DESIGNER
Designer
I am wrapped in you
Mesmerized by you
You are my all shades in one
For through you
I see my world in shades
You thought me your language
And made me a maker of languages
The world mourns when you mourn
And laughs when you laugh
You have made many legends
And gave their deaths breathe
My all time designer
With words you craft your person
Laying blocks of flowery beds
Layer by layer
You make your verbs bleed
Causing rhyme to birth the rhythm
Oh how I love it
When you decide to freely fly
Because in this l learn to fly
For the best of birds do fly.
Chris 'n' John
This is for Maker
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Dough
Gbanaa gbanaa gbanaa okuko, gbanaa.
Gbanaa na egbe ga-eburu gi o
O buru na I puta n'okporo uzo.
O ga-eburu gi wee la na akwa ya.
Mmmmmm mmmmm hmmmm
Egbe e burugo
Egbe buru okukom o...
O buru na I puta n'okporo uzo,
o ga-eburu gi wee la n'akwa ya.
You have sold your worth
allowed your essence to rot
You flood the land in blood
Your heart like stone only melts on liquid dough.
Like the vulture you scavenge
the carcass of blood dough
drugs dough
frauds dough
any dough
as far as it's dough.
You haul in the catch and cause the flow to cease!
They say wealth has no master
Like a bird it spreads it's wings and flies
Do you truly believe that?
You live in moments
allow this liquid bleed in your breathe
turn your home to its alter
pollute our streets with its blood.
It is an animal farm!
No loin is the king.
Thus, you are deaf to the call...
Gbanaa gbanaa gbanaa okuko,
gbanaa
Gbanaa na egbe ga-eburu gi o
ma o buru na I puta n'okporo uzo.
O ga-eburu gi wee la na akwa ya.
Mmmmmm mmmmm hmmmm
Egbe e burugo
Egbe buru okukom o...
O buru na I puta n'okporo uzo,
o ga-eburu gi wee la n'akwa ya.
Chris 'n' John
This is for conscious
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GRAVES
Play me a tune
The mind is a wild rave
Of scented monologue
Digging to unearth graves
Long buried.
Play me this tune
Let me like boat tossed
In the wild waves
Throw you a toast
Of my liquid thoughts.
Sound me a tune
For in it I see the world
And meet the rum of faith
Sound me a tune
For my step is stronger
Than your stagger.
Sound me this tune
For I need to breath
To live and die again
For in dying I am renewed
In dying I sprout like a seed
To multiply a dozen times
With my signature bored
On graves long buried.
Chris 'N' John
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