The Other Side Of Tommorrow










I want to wake up on the other side of tomorrow,

In the pure arms of true love,

To the lips of truth,

Wearing faith, on a bed of roses,

Powered by ravishing joy,

With the music of the wind,

To the liberation of the real me.


I want to wake up on the other side of tomorrow,

On a landscape of melted frost balls,

Wrapped with righteousness,

To the warmth of purity,

Adorned with beauty,

Perfumed with joy,

To the whiteness of new creation realities.


I want to wake up on the other side of tomorrow,

On the velvety pillows of hope,

To the reverberations of peace,

Glowing like the sun,

Basking in the aura of mercy,

Soaring on the wings of eagles,

To a banquet of promiscuous grace.













May the dance of my dreams be forever mine.

In my palace of hope,

May this bond be forever strong; this song forever sung,

In the fat realities of reality.

Conjured powers of our shared universe, shall this union bless

With canopies of love

and banners of sweetness from high above.


May this bond be nourished with meats of many heavenly tomorrows

Cursed be the glasses of adversity; the winds of negativity.

Let the wine of hope thoroughly satisfy our nerve and ease our sorrows.

When this pink dreams end and the pink roads bend,

Pink love will be my recurring theme, my sacred hymn of hymns.


Music of dancing waves, serenading ears and healing souls;

The song when I sing, the laughter when I laugh, the love of my life.

Pink be the fire that burns, buffering words that melt,

Packets of divinity entwined in bonds of humanity;

Atmosphere of miracles, currents of happiness;

My dance of dreams, my palace of hope,

May this bond be forever strong.




The Nose Saw

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Slowly the light went out to play
In the crossfire of irreconcilable differences
It didn’t die but it did not come back the same…
Serenity became noisy, noisy became sane.
And so, little by little lost we the zen
Our den of unguarded treasure;
Lair of veiled pleasure.

Layers of life later,
love couldn’t peel yesterday away
Too many particles of reality have tampered with this equation
Unending search parties for peace,
With us to find, their mission is,
Insanity, the wings with which they flew,
Still they couldn’t steal them back,
“There isn’t any us left to take back” they cried
No us to fill our lives of empty plenty, of colorless color,
“Us” now resides under the heaps of vanity and insane sanity we now stand upon
Pictures of hope float weakly in the dark quadrangles of our minds.

In a party of loud silence
Useless battles with no victor and none vanquished,
The head took the valueless trophy home, someone had to.
Alone, lifeless and weak,
starved lay the heart till it became a lifeless pulp
Nylons of despair; plastic bottles of tears,
Drowned the soul every second under the realities of reality…

That day, many memories ago,
In the dungeon of choices,
Cold, bloodless and dead,
With the twin eyes of reality,
The nose saw
How the heart and head went to war.
In the bed of an engulfing fire, ashes remained
Embers of peace, Hopes of happy regrets;
starved and taken by claws of sanity,
Stolen by the grips of reality…

Far away

How are you all doing? i am trusting that the joy of the Lord is still your strength 🙂 it is so easy to loose your mind these days because our adversary is still working overtime but then.. God’s grace still speaks…and is still speaking for you and i.

Meanwhile Metathesis 2012 begins tomorrow…15/8/2012 at TREM International head-quaters,Anthony, Lagos. I am so excited, i really don’t want to miss any of the sessions.. Procrastination is bad 😦  I have still not taken the excuse that i need.

For today?…  i have something special i dug up from one of my notes… enjoy.


Far away

Far, far away

Beyond Seas and seas, hills and mountains

In a little town in Bethlehem,

Long, long, a long time ago,

The offspring of a virgin’s womb

Arrived the earth and was wrapped in swaddling cloth.


He took a break from all his glory,

He became the excuse for my redemption.

He who owns all took my wretched form

It was beauty for ashes.

My life for His; His father: my father.

Liberty: my new song; Heaven: my new home.


He, the price,

God now man.

Prophecies fulfilled.

The great exchange,

Mine even before I knew.

The redemption plan

Sealed and delivered,

Awaiting my claim…


 God is awesome yo!  peace, love and have i already said something about metathesis? okey dokey  pancakes!!!

Look well..


Not in the paper fit for exchange,

That which we chase about round the clock,

During the proverbial rat-race.

Not in the puffs from that stick you now crave.

The most high can’t be reached on those temporary high trips you embark on with powdered fuel

The giver of good pleasure is absent in those bouts of ecstasy that envelopes you as skin enters skin to please.


In the sanctuary is where He is found.

In you is where He wants to be.

His reflection can be seen in the house.

Beauty, glory, and awesomeness

At his table abound,

Free for all; awaiting your claim

Look to Him and see you clearly.

Orange President


Someday, while the sunrise looks beautiful as always,

The time machine may lift off and land you in an era.

An era where you wake up as president of the country

Where plenty people live below the poverty line while the top government officials are fed fat.

The country where everybody unashamedly eats from the golden plate of corruption,

Where bribery like flattery will get you almost anything you desire.

The country blessed so much, the blessings become the curse.

The country raped by cabals in diaspora.

Where those who steal from the nation’s purse

To invest in already thriving economies are allowed to walk about celebrated.

The country strangled by misguided minds known by the sobriquet called Boko Haram.

Will you wake up and be the messiah, one who will sing songs of hope.

He who beats the drum for change?

Will you possibly eradicate poverty that has become a second skin without hurting the ones you seek to save?

Would you, yesterday’s commoner, ignore the greed lurking in your genes?

Would you repress the burning desire in your loins?

Wouldn’t you rather keep comfort for your generation yet unborn while the living wallow in lack?

Have you the audacity to bite the fingers that fed you?

How can you manage to be at logger heads with the king makers who play you as pawns on their chess boards?

Can you stand up to the ones who rigged the election in your favour for their favour?


How can you sacrifice your state of mind and resources to rebuild the dilapidated oil rich areas?

How can you improve the local industries when you don’t patronize them?

Just yesterday, you blamed the government, now you are the government the struggling people blame.

Will you listen to their pleas? Or will their voices drown in the river of fanfare that bubbles for you?

Will you be positively moved to better the lives of the people?

Would you reform the land and the minds of the people?

Will you be the president who works his minions hard enough?

When you have a throbbing headache will you do trust the health care facility of the country?

Would you be the one to transform the death traps called major roads?

Would you empower the youths, would you transform the power sector?

Don’t waste your seeds seeking a second term,

Sow the seeds you can, while you can.




From google images

Product of heat and pressure from eons past,
Soon the gem you are, you’ll be.
Blessed am I that you’ve come to me.
Flowing veins of rock have brought you to my soil at last.
Tales of rare findings like this travel fast
For treasures like you, in these parts we seldom see.
I will tell the world how you came to save a pauper like me
Cos a diamond in the rough I found at last.
Tap-ta-da-ta-da-ta-da, I found something precious in the hard rock
Happy am I that you have come.
Brilliance and fire obscured by grease
After I evacuate, cut and polish you, your purpose shall be unlocked
People will pay a fortune just to get some.
Your beauty will bring the greatest of men to their knees

Veils of darkness exists no more,
My layers of obscurity, you meticulously peeled away,
Happy was I, covered in sweet rot day after day,
You cut off the rock that shielded me, you opened my door,
Joy and limelight now penetrate my core.
My kind, they stay forever you say, but have I come to be this way?
I’m frosty without my covering of smut, dirt and clay.
Am I the toughest substance to ever be?
What radiance can a worthless rock of glass exude?
Who are you? Why do I understand the language you speak?
Why have I been brought here alone?
For more than unprecedented brilliance and fire, I have capacity to bless?
I thought I was only carbon, am I the treasure you seek?
Am I a diamond? Am i worth more than stone?

My esoteric piece of priceless stone,
Only a guided eye can grasp your true value.
And place you in a beautifully sacred milieu.
Befitting are you- o royalty’s own.
Ah! I can now call uyai on the Phone,
Her dowry has ceased to be an Issue
When she comes wearing her worn out red shoe,
And I place my diamond on her finger, alas! I won’t spend my life alone.
Oh ice, please beautifully adorn my maiden’s neck.
The gem you are, displayed for all to see
Product of heat and pressure from eons past
Diamond so sorely vexed by the lapidary, thou art no wreck,
You beam with fire and brilliance, bless all you see.
Once upon a midnight dream, one diamond cut a diamond at last.