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It being a very long time I wrote a poem, and lately have been trying to come up with something and this one is titled Want To . I want to write, Write, to soothe my heart, Write, to explore my mind, Write, to feed my soul. To keep me calm and sane I write, To shield me from truth I write. I want to dance, Dance, to exercise my soul, Dance to hide my tears, Dance to free my head. To keep me calm and sane I dance. To shield me from truth I dance. I want new friends, Friends, to help me hide my sorrow, Friends, to help me develop my potentials, Friends, to show me love I don't deserve. In times of joy and pain I want, A friend to tell me truth that hurt. Written and composed by Yorubaseeker

POEPISODE 3 Final series “Journey with me to my head of old Meet iyonda my playful gate keeper She rolls in flowery plains Like a laughing hyena she cries Gazing at her broken water pot She thinks of the whips that await her And wishes she could be here forever So i make her my head’s gate keeper In here no whip can touch her But iyonda do me solid, get up and sing! Calm my storm with heavens melody Straight to sweet victoryville And as for you victorville Sweet God of victoryville Show me all is not in my head, a dream If i make a vow of cooperation Will my cup fill? And on my bread a spread of cream? Life like victoryville, a place to conquer Victoryville you are in my head and my pride On this land i will not rush and if i do its to build a church With drums and trumpets and Cymbals and tambourines Can you however wait till the corrupt perish? Then life will be mine Sink or swim they expect the best from me Oh Great deity show me all is not in my head. T...

POEPISODE 2 “Ade oh crown oh prince Ife oh love without peace I wish life would let me be Sky God said “decree” Mo fi asé si enu soro I command, to you Hardship i speak raw Loose your hold or we go to war You keep taking me on tours but no more In my head i am dead again Sleep walking but still feel life’s pain Inevitably i may strive or make gain But till when? When will i harvest corn from grain I have become a Sloppy leech Ah Life!! all i know is what you teach! Yet i flunk your tests and ditch Oh man of God advice me, please preach Sink or swim they watch for my head! Will i rise above muddy water or Die in my head? Is it not all in my head? Pickup from where you left off Uncle wole is a man after my heart He made me write and made me tough Resilience is a virtue we lack. But Hope!? We all have hope Where was i? Yes... in my head I’m a Space walker An astronaut No air in limbo, so i put it on and around me It must encompass and overwhelm or else i cho...

I write for My soul has become empty From lack of truth. I sing But my voice is cracked,- From cries of despair. I stand In the midst of friends, Whose intentions can't be trusted. I dance To the rhythm of sorrow, For that the only sound that plays In my subconsciousness . I search For a new type of pain, For my soul has adapted to hurt. Yorubaseeker

POEPISODE 1 “Catalyst Cause and effects Mind’s Conflict unresolved Slippery steeps from uncertain aspirations Unsettled are you not? Crossroads leading nowhere? Help me make sense of it now and here! All and sunder observe and watch Sink or swim they want to know your options We thought our Turmoil had seized Seemed like ripple effects “He is unbalanced!” Said the Psychotic; analyst I came in Glorious Ascension Dripping in olive oil and honey From my christener to the Godmother holding me up I squeezed her hand and sneezed, she laughed! “the boy is ready for work” she said Thus my journey began Elizabeth said, “this my boy you have such potential You will be a creator” “You will be a Narrator” Richard said that instead Well a Creative narrator would not have much to live on now would he? “Ignore them” my head said. Carve your wood. Find your way. I tried but I’m lost, all appears to be in disarray Elizabeth is no more From Richard? I refused to know more Si...

Okay, you want me to teach you how to compose a "poetry", Is that even possible? Okay, you believe nothing is impossible, Although, I also believe this, But, can I teach you? Am I capable of doing that? Poetry is from the mind, Nobody teaches you, You have it in you, You just have to be observant, and get ready to learn, Talk to your inner self Your inner self will help you, The way will surely be shown to you! Do you still find it hard to learn poetry? If yes, you did not follow my given order, "Observation" plus "readiness to learn" and lastly, "good communication", Is the key. Wow! You have finally done it, Did you compose this? You are now a poet, Oops, Did I just say that? You can't be a certified poet, Until you inspire a person, Through your writings, You may not know, But, You have a powerful tool in your hands, And it is, "YOUR PEN" written and composed by ...

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