Yorubaseeker's Blog

The thing about our inner demons is... Nobody ever seems to notice We're nose deep Sinking in our own bloodpool And with every inch we sinking... We smile and cover our hurts with cackles of laughter The message is screaming at them But they choose to listen to the faint sound of "I'm fine" They ignore the sound Of our hearts breaking on the background We're learning to love But just as tough Is a million people expecting you to be their good samaritan We are so close to each other And the glue seems to be fake smiles and plastic teeth Nobody cares about the pain wrapped up in that blunt The only thing he learnt to pass was that Joy Paper And he only knows Sativa is the botanical name of his bestfriend The only girl who didn't look right through him was Mary Jane And She is so angry at the world Nobody loves me is her mantra and when a man comes close is because he can't come from a distance. She slits her wrists and hopes to crash i...

All praise to Almighty Allah to see the end of Ramadan with Good health, Joy & Happiness. I pray for good reward in this world and hereafter. Wishing all my Muslim viewers worldwide Happy Eid Al-Fitr

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

Oppressed by honourable melancholy An anguish of knowledge and intelligence Held my heart in manacles of humility And my breast blooms of imperfect joy Life weeps more because vain it weeps Our backs bent to carry the catastrophe The personification of abstract – faith Volition and passion were satisfied Building our faith on politics and mountain If the man whose chameleons die often on Another man’s barbecue ashamed not; The man who owns the barbecue should be And God is so perfect and quiet To things that are than death important It is the battle of two perorated animals One has long horn and the other short Short horn large in size; long horn mini I cannot tell whose weight is better But one could lock the other outside That outside – we bend our heart to God With hypocrisy I think God should know If you were there last night There were pithy cold and catarrh With broad denial of identity in just congregation A revolution of will and countered will Col...