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      LET GO A-RICING Let it go off the net Let the bird rest in her nest Let the zest rest on the rest Let it go off it offer Let it go. Set it off it assails Stretch it, wreck it now Press it, not until it sweats Let it go now For it has shown its level. 06:55pm 19-04-2015 © Stefan™ OLANREWAJU BOLAJI Be the best you can

The Beginning of the End. Through the odds and lucks Through the lands and seas Through all the vices and its opposite I have not seen the beginning of end. I wonder how Pacific could flow without end or beginning. I travelled to many cities, Many towns, Many places, Many rivers, lakes, oceans All where there's existence There's not a single beginning of the end. If the four source of water flow; Pishion, Gishion, Tigris, and Euphrates, could start it flowing from Eden, Or maybe somewhere; then, Why can't we, I, have seen this very beginning of this end? Question for us But, do you really understand my question? I'm actually talking about the Beginning and the End of Earth. Where it begins and ends. Join me in finding it, Happy   finding. ©Stefan. OLANREWAJU BOLAJI.

EXCOS  GARBAGE “ I wrote this poem for my 2017 department EXCOS. When fresher’s blood was running through my veins” They thought their words would let the world falls at their feet They hop the weary in awe of people Ignored the grimace of smilet Their accents are even terrible Expression is neither mechanized nor intrigued Their dialects match not facial expressions Their idiolect also perplexed the pew's view Pardon, confute not our confusopoly. © Stefan™ OLANREWAJU BOLAJI

TIME WILL TELL Time will tell when history was blank to the blind future, when a spaceless sky filled all the races under the White gods with golden nights that cried for a diamond morning - that would blossom the lucifer and her flowers, - bright opened to smile against the odds of 'someday'. Tell will tell when the fertile land birth peace with the nomadic answerers of proteinous prayers and the natural inhabitants of a fertile land, for toiling, to put into the stomachs of mortals the bread of life, - living the peace, with no disturbing conscience like of the Pontius Pilate after giving ears to Jesus. Time will tell when the caricatures of the truth and her wretched antonym buys no conscience from Iscarius while Jesus only answers to the call of his fate, with boiling truth without evidence against 'a majority liars,' with no clear pictures of when AK47 becomes the staff that Moses suddenly used to divide the Red Sea. Time will tell when A...

MY HEART I want to be loved I need to be loved All I care for now is to be loved Oh! Love do you want me? My heart is fragile; As that of an egg, It can break any weird moment, Precious thought please do curbs.   I'd strive to let it strong, As that of wicked ones, Unfortunately, I got no change, Yet, it became very soft. I don't know what to do, Or whom to share it with, My breakable figure; Could you please twist once and become rock?                                                                                      ...

"some lines are grammatically incorrect , pardon me for that" EVERYTHING GOOD WILL COME At around dawn, When sun has already met home, When the noisy mute, And storm became still. "In soft tone Come nearer the father calls" He summoned his children, And tell the very cool tale, He bumps to early life of Roman, How Pharisees blame the truths, And cajole, How justice was perverted. "Surely it will come one day The very good thing' There once a trustworthy man, Living in penury, But stable in truth, He tells the truth and makes it crystal, He seems uncouth among his kin, His act made him an alien in his home, His expression made him a gentile in Jew, But he remains the same in truth. "O'Come hitter! ..to the pew Let the justice reign he spoke" Defiantly, they look, and criticized him Because of his senility. He craved for the safety of truth, Hoped for the glory...