A SECRET WITHOUT AN IDENTITY

The aggression of a question mark.
She stares through light and dark.
As restless as time...
curiosity in her prime.
She smears my face;
a tribal mark with a trace.
She sashays with pride;
her motive, she can't hide.
Inquisitiveness immensely deep;
this quest can't be put to sleep.
A very thirsty question.
The answer; a pin in an ocean.
Are you cheating on me?
A question that may forever be.
Truth, deep down the grave;
situation may never be saved.
Answers apparently on the run.
My heart is having no fun.
A secret without an identity...
I swiftly lose my sanity

By Mc Shapiro

A SECRET WITHOUT AN IDENTITY

The aggression of a question mark.
She stares through light and dark.
As restless as time...
curiosity in her prime.
She smears my face;
a tribal mark with a trace.
She sashays with pride;
her motive, she can't hide.
Inquisitiveness immensely deep;
this quest can't be put to sleep.
A very thirsty question.
The answer; a pin in an ocean.
Are you cheating on me?
A question that may forever be.
Truth, deep down the grave;
situation may never be saved.
Answers apparently on the run.
My heart is having no fun.
A secret without an identity...
I swiftly lose my sanity

By Mc Shapiro

HUMILITY IS NOW MY SONG

My young age
has turned a new page.
My ego on a crumble;
life has made me humble.
I've seen all sorts;
a dent on life's worth.
Extreme experiences;
life and her metamorphosis.
The bad, ugly and the good;
several killings in the hood.
Many seasons without rain;
the profound ply of pain.
I've seen tireless tears
that have outlived years.
Calamity on a constant crawl;
corpses covered in shawls.
Humility is now my song;
life has played me the gong.
Now I'm as calm as the dew;
I accommodate like a pew.

By Mc Shapiro

A HELL OF A TRIP

Locked lips;
honey drips.
Heart skips.
Soul strips.
Lurking fingers.
Emotions linger.
Senses trigger.
Eyes seem eager.
Tender touches.
Candid clutches.
Beautiful blushes...
ecstasy gushes.
Sensuous moans.
Gorgeous groans.
Tantalizing tones...
I'm lust-prone.
Tangled hips.
A sensual slip.
Blissful blips...
it's a hell of a trip.

By Mc Shapiro

TIME IS RIPE.

Supremacy strolls the streets
of my poetry-stained soul.
Perfection armed to the teeth;
nobody can put a hole.
Purity parades the road
of my word-riddled heart.
A fame about to explode...
this shall rock the earth.
A talent tirelessly sacred.
Chastity without shackles.
Pride purposefully threads...
no one dares to tackle.
The desperation of distinction;
success silently smiles.
Fame immune against extinction...
popularity in beautiful piles.
Lyrically, I'm a lord;
life lives in my lines.
Wisdom whisks within my words;
the holiness of a shrine.

By Mc Shapiro

EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE

Hope like a thread;
better off than the dead.
A glimpse of light;
more desirable than night.
Tomorrow never dies;
always a room for surprise.
If life continues to linger,
Hope will outlive the calendar.
Hope may appear frail;
she does not fail.
An atom of assurance;
she subdues every hindrance.
You may lose an afternoon;
there's an audacity in the moon.
Hope is the healer of time.
She will ask for no dime.
Hold onto the hands of Hope.
With her you'll always cope.
You will soon cross the line.
Everything will be fine.

By Mc Shapiro

BEAUTY OF THE FLESH.

Ghost town.
Fallen gown.
Morals down...
I'm totally drowned.
Sensual statistics.
Mood, ballistic.
Tantalising tricks.
Emotions gone acoustic.
Feelings really raw.
Bodies without flaws.
A room devoid of law...
Sin is free to crawl.
Murdered trust.
Sovereignty of lust.
Sexual dust...
Satisfaction is a must.
Beauty of the flesh.
Skin so fresh.
I'm lost in this mesh...
wish we could start a fresh.

By Mc Shapiro

RIVERS MAY REFUSE TO RUN

Feelings fervently real.
Emotions I can't conceal.
Reality has become restless;
the angels are my witness.
Your thoughts pamper my heart
like horses do to a cart.

Your picture sweetens my soul
like egusi soup does to a bowl.
Loving you is my fate.
A destiny that can't hesitate.
Whether it's right or wrong,
this love will live for long.
Passion persistently ignited.
Hearts undoubtedly united.
With love, I can't be selfish...
on you I'm going to lavish.
Rivers may refuse to flow.
The breeze may refuse to blow.
this feeling will never grow old.
It's forever precious like gold.

By Mc Shapiro

BEHIND ENEMY LINES.

The pursuit of wishes.
The sting of itches .
Strings of sad stitches;
Still we expect the riches.
Tirelessly we trudge...
profound pain to indulge.
Though life is an unfair judge,
through trouble we still bulge.
Persistently we willingly rise
like a courageous sunrise.
Though earth's heart is an ice;
our zeal will forever suffice.
The persistence of pain;
ahead lies a gorgeous gain.
We will walk through the rain;
heavenly waters don't leave stains.
Behind enemy lines
lie King Solomon's mines.
Presently things may not be fine,
satisfaction will soon come and dine.

By Mc Shapiro

BEHIND ENEMY LINES.

The pursuit of wishes.
The sting of itches .
Strings of sad stitches;
Still we expect the riches.
Tirelessly we trudge...
profound pain to indulge.
Though life is an unfair judge,
through trouble we still bulge.
Persistently we willingly rise
like a courageous sunrise.
Though earth's heart is an ice;
our zeal will forever suffice.
The persistence of pain;
ahead lies a gorgeous gain.
We will walk through the rain;
heavenly waters don't leave stains.
Behind enemy lines
lie King Solomon's mines.
Presently things may not be fine,
satisfaction will soon come and dine.

By Mc Shapiro

NATIONAL HAEMORRHAGE

I see no changes.
It's all calendar pages.
Everything is still the same;
failure garners more fame.
Poverty is still on the prowl
like a sexually perverted fowl.
Hunger still hangs around;
Death's reign is bound.
Corruption boldly boasts.
She brags from coast to coast.
Morals desperately decay;
the polity drowns by the day.
The spillage of blood;
corpses lie in floods.
Death toll on the rise;
now we fear every sunrise.
Democracy desperately bleeds.
The call of her grave, she heeds.
A hideous national haemorrhage.
What a pathetic political image.
I see no changes.
it's all calendar pages.
Everything is still the same;
failure garners more fame.

By Mc Shapiro

NATIONAL HAEMORRHAGE

I see no changes.
It's all calendar pages.
Everything is still the same;
failure garners more fame.
Poverty is still on the prowl
like a sexually perverted fowl.
Hunger still hangs around;
Death's reign is bound.
Corruption boldly boasts.
She brags from coast to coast.
Morals desperately decay;
the polity drowns by the day.
The spillage of blood;
corpses lie in floods.
Death toll on the rise;
now we fear every sunrise.
Democracy desperately bleeds.
The call of her grave, she heeds.
A hideous national haemorrhage.
What a pathetic political image.
I see no changes.
it's all calendar pages.
Everything is still the same;
failure garners more fame.

By Mc Shapiro

AN END TO A WAIT.

The disappearance of days;
despair has no place.
Hours armed with anxiety;
the arrival of prosperity.
The eagerness of a miracle;
perfection peeps from a pinnacle.
'Hope' running really wild;
despair has been defiled.
Haste plies with purpose;
patience in a state of comatose.
Everything is happening fast;
healing has come for my past.
An end to a pain;
the smell of the rain.
Tough times are tired.
Succour seems well wired.
A good time to rest;
God's time is the best.
The truth is so straight;
there's an end to a wait.

By Mc Shapiro

AN END TO A WAIT.

The disappearance of days;
despair has no place.
Hours armed with anxiety;
the arrival of prosperity.
The eagerness of a miracle;
perfection peeps from a pinnacle.
'Hope' running really wild;
despair has been defiled.
Haste plies with purpose;
patience in a state of comatose.
Everything is happening fast;
healing has come for my past.
An end to a pain;
the smell of the rain.
Tough times are tired.
Succour seems well wired.
A good time to rest;
God's time is the best.
The truth is so straight;
there's an end to a wait.

By Mc Shapiro

A CHASE WITH A PURPOSE

A chase with a purpose.
Gradually, I'm getting close.
Like a sea with a surge;
ahead I fervently forge.
A race with time.
A pursuit at her prime.
The persistence of a pace;
I ride on the wings of grace.
The desperation of a drive.
Silently, I skillfully strive.
The arousal of an ambition...
I'm not in any competition.
Till I become the best,
no reasonable reason to rest.
Till I access the heart of success,
I'm not going on a recess.
A chase with a purpose.
Gradually I'm getting close.
Like a sea with a surge;
ahead I fervently forge.

By Mc Shapiro

DIVORCE

In this 21st century
Divorce comes in handy.
When love is in short supply;
When love begins to die;
When love is completely gone,
And nothing else can be done;
When you realise he's not the one,
And its all being a mistake,
When U desperately need a break;
What will it take?
Just file for a divorce,
Instead of trying to force,
A love turned curse,
All in d name of "for better or worse".

Written By Paramind

THE COMING OF A MIRACLE

Before the death of today,
my situation will smile.
A miracle is on her way,
it's just a little while.
Before the day falls,
my joy will soar.
Before the night calls,
there'll be a happy uproar.
The beckon of respite.
Calm crawls with confidence.
Fear, I will extradite...
time is of essence.
Willingly I will wait
for the arrival of this miracle.
Apparently she won't be late;
'Hope' is a truthful oracle.
An arousal of anxiety;
patience losing her composure.
The assurance of certainty;
this miracle is for sure.

By Mc Shapiro

CHASING SHADOWS

Life is a game;
we chasing fame.
The avoidance of shame...
futility is the name.
Vanity so zealous;
still they get jealous.
Wealth so fabulous;
emptiness still the chorus.
Enormous efforts;
moving back and forth.
A pursuit with worth;
the castration of comfort.
Succour gets found;
death loses her bound.
Tragedy comes around;
six feet below the ground.
A life without a glow;
all chasing shadows.
Life is a flow...
it ends on the low.

By Mc Shapiro

A FEELING WITH WINGS.

Insistent inspirations;
from all indications.
Ideas that can't escape;
my pen is ready to scrape.
A flood in my brain;
I feel no iota of pain.
Expressions in a clash;
the beauty of a trash.
Poetry is pure pleasure;
intoxication without measure.
I'm clearly high on words;
I'm feeling like a lord.
The persistence of creativity;
a continuance romancing eternity.
A feeling with wings...
I can her my soul sing.
Willingly, I'll write
till the night goes white.
Inspirations without a clog...
you can't pull out the plug.

By Mc Shapiro

THE WEATHER MAN

With a little ecstatic pain,
we can make it rain.
If our strength gets drained,
it will still remain our gain.
Behind closed doors.
From the bed to the floor.
I'm a weather man to the core.
This doesn't make you a whore.
A murdered silence.
A pure sexual coherence.
Weather making more sense.
This rain is of essence.
The clouds gather.
Rain is all that matters.
Romantic lightning and thunder...
with lust there can't be a blunder.
The weather finally calms.
So soothing like a balm.
Now the movement of palms...
this rain is worth the qualms..
With a little ecstatic pain,
we can make it rain.
If our strength gets drained,
it will still remain our gain.
Behind closed doors.
From the bed to the floor.
I'm a weather man to the core.
This doesn't make you a whore.
A murdered silence.
A pure sexual coherence.
Weather making more sense.
This rain is of essence.
The clouds gather.
Rain is all that matters.
Romantic lightning and thunder...
with lust there can't be a blunder.
The weather finally calms.
So soothing like a balm.
Now the movement of palms...
this rain is worth the qualms.

By Mc Shapiro

NIGERIAN LEADERS

(A POETIC DIALOGUE.)

MOSES CYRIL:

The sinister stroll of sorrow
that seems beyond tomorrow.
The pathetic patrol of pain;
footprints with a sad stain.
CHINONSO(SHARPIE:
The pathetic promises
now seen within tinted premises.
Hope now losing its taste, regrets
parading the streets with zest.

MOSES CYRIL:

A Failed leadership;
fall of the Titanic ship.
The poisonous fangs of failure;
there is no seeming cure.

CHINONSO(SHARPIE:

Cure from the ills of lies.
Truth in a corrupt pan, now fries.
A toast to a postponed joy.
For their truth was just a decoy.

MOSES CYRIL:

We are victims of their blunders;
still they seem not to bother.
To them, remorse is just a ghost;
of their evil they boldly boast.

CHINONSO SHARPIE:

Trapped in this quagmire
fear, my closest companion, I hold dear.
Sunrise starts my nightmare again
as I get scorched underneath it without gain.

MOSES CYRIL:

Our help is desperately due.
Waiting on Hope for a rescue.
Only time can candidly heal
the piercing pain we feel.

CHINONSO SHAARPIE:

Karma knocking, we, locked in this time loop.
Someday, we will swim in the sour soup.
Yes, time heals, so they say.
When someday, fate will make you pay

NIGERIAN LEADERS

(A POETIC DIALOGUE.)

MOSES CYRIL:

The sinister stroll of sorrow
that seems beyond tomorrow.
The pathetic patrol of pain;
footprints with a sad stain.
CHINONSO(SHARPIE:
The pathetic promises
now seen within tinted premises.
Hope now losing its taste, regrets
parading the streets with zest.

MOSES CYRIL:

A Failed leadership;
fall of the Titanic ship.
The poisonous fangs of failure;
there is no seeming cure.

CHINONSO(SHARPIE:

Cure from the ills of lies.
Truth in a corrupt pan, now fries.
A toast to a postponed joy.
For their truth was just a decoy.

MOSES CYRIL:

We are victims of their blunders;
still they seem not to bother.
To them, remorse is just a ghost;
of their evil they boldly boast.

CHINONSO SHARPIE:

Trapped in this quagmire
fear, my closest companion, I hold dear.
Sunrise starts my nightmare again
as I get scorched underneath it without gain.

MOSES CYRIL:

Our help is desperately due.
Waiting on Hope for a rescue.
Only time can candidly heal
the piercing pain we feel.

CHINONSO SHAARPIE:

Karma knocking, we, locked in this time loop.
Someday, we will swim in the sour soup.
Yes, time heals, so they say.
When someday, fate will make you pay

TOUGH TIMES

When life hangs on a rope,
with Hope you can often cope.
When life loses her lovely taste,
don't embrace despair in haste.
Hope may appear so frail
but her breath doesn't fail
Her very last drop of breath
is longer than eternity's breadth.
When life still lingers,
Hope remains a melodious singer.
Storms may strive for long;
positivity can never be wrong.
The light of a young day,
inspires in so many ways.
Hope is the thread that holds life;
she's immune against every knife.
Do not bow to despair...
with Hope, life remains fair.
Tough times are never brave;
they end up in early graves.

By Mc Shapiro

TOUGH TIMES

When life hangs on a rope,
with Hope you can often cope.
When life loses her lovely taste,
don't embrace despair in haste.
Hope may appear so frail
but her breath doesn't fail.
Her very last drop of breath
is longer than eternity's breadth.
When life still lingers,
Hope remains a melodious singer.
Storms may strive for long;
positivity can never be wrong.
The light of a young day,
inspires in so many ways.
Hope is the thread that holds life;
she's immune against every knife.
Do not bow to despair...
with Hope, life remains fair.
Tough times are never brave;
they end up in early graves.

By Mc Shapiro

BEAUTY THAT SLAYS.

You wake my day
without any delay.
A shinning light;
you give my life sight.
You pave my way;
the first day of may.
Even at night,
the sky is still bright.
A sun that always stays;
this is beyond wordplay.
You've killed my fright;
obviously I need not fight.
Beauty that slays;
what more can I say.
Cuteness candidly right;
beauty with no blight.
You're my sunray;
brightness that can't decay.
My heart is a flying kite;
take me onto another height.

By Mc Shapiro

KINGS OF KINGS

With humility, I approach
your altar without a reproach.
May I never be removed
from your throne starved of reprove.
Perfect praise in perpetuity
to a God armed with purity.
At your feet I humbly fall...
your name I'll continue to call.
My heart raised to heaven;
higher than the ravens.
In awe, I boldly bow;
my respect is a strong vow.
Take me into your arms
devoid of every harm.
Worship whisk around my heart;
creator of heaven and earth.
At your bosom I'll tarry
till the Pope decides to marry.
The king of all kings;
your praise I solemnly sing.

By Mc Shapiro

ARSENAL FC.

Agony apparently assails
as my defences drastically fail.
Terrible tears tumble with ease;
the persistent perforation of peace.
Sorrow wades around my heart
as my soul has fallen apart.
Happiness stares from distance;
there's no single reason to dance.
Glory is obviously grounded.
Beauty boldly faded.
A club reduced to shadows;
the story of a fallen rainbow.
Glorious days took to their heels.
They don't care about how we feel.
The cascade of fervent failures;
my heart can no longer endure.
The beautiful parade of shame.
An artillery of combustible blames.
My tears flow in floods;
my eyes in her pool of blood.

By Mc Shapiro

ARSENAL FC.

Agony apparently assails
as my defences drastically fail.
Terrible tears tumble with ease;
the persistent perforation of peace.
Sorrow wades around my heart
as my soul has fallen apart.
Happiness stares from distance;
there's no single reason to dance.
Glory is obviously grounded.
Beauty boldly faded.
A club reduced to shadows;
the story of a fallen rainbow.
Glorious days took to their heels.
They don't care about how we feel.
The cascade of fervent failures;
my heart can no longer endure.
The beautiful parade of shame.
An artillery of combustible blames.
My tears flow in floods;
my eyes in her pool of blood.

By Mc Shapiro

FLY

A barrel of chance;
a bullet of risk.
Fingers really brisk;
the trigger must dance.
A target uncertain;
I'll entertain no fear.
A mark not near;
still I won't complain.
Ahead, I'll forge;
senses at alert.
Zeal-stained heart;
an undiluted urge.
Not scared to fail;
a fall is no shame.
I'll take the blame...
success will soon sail.
Tirelessly I'll try,
till the sky falls.
If the ground grows tall,
I will still fly.

By Mc Shapiro

A BEAUTIFUL MORNING.

The stroll of sound serenity;
the stare of stiff sanity.
A morning with an attitude;
only the cock crow- interlude.
Calm repeats the same chorus;
peace that can never be porous.
Heavy but gentle clouds;
a times nature can be proud.
The fall of gentle dew...
cold continues to brew.
Light returns in silence;
this composure is of essence.
The parade of profound peace;
a weather that insists to please.
The cock crows again...
the morning's only stain.
Breeze like a celestial hymn;
beauty bounces to the rhythm.
A picture plagued by perfection;
a perfection without an infection.

By Mc Shapiro

A WORLD WITHOUT GUNS.

Dead and buried wishes;
Consumed party dishes.
Dreams blown faraway;
a diminished sunray.
Pathetically drowned prayers;
the dead days of a calendar.
apparently amputated aspirations;
doom is getting a better inspiration.
The resurrection of despair;
life is obviously not fair.
Hope gasps for breath;
the sinister smile of death.
Our wish for world peace
suffers from failure's tease.
Wars without a wary;
troubles have insist to tarry.
Dreams of a world without guns
have starved our souls of fun.
Guns litter the world map;
chaos has refused to take a nap.

By Mc Shapiro

A CITY WITHOUT A CULTURE.

Loneliness beyond a while;
bring back the sweet smiles.
Pains in pathetic piles;
silently, I sail senile.
Life declines faster
without your laughter.
Sorrow like the days of a calendar;
sanity has gone really far.
Bring back that love
that fits more than a glove.
Our problems will be solved,
if our differences can be dissolved.
Life without you is total torture;
a city devoid of a culture.
You represent my future;
don't leave me for the vultures.
Your absence, I can't swallow;
in pains, I consistently wallow.
Only with you, I can glow...
without you, I'm on the low.

By Mc Shapiro

A CITY WITHOUT A CULTURE.

Loneliness beyond a while;
bring back the sweet smiles.
Pains in pathetic piles;
silently, I sail senile.
Life declines faster
without your laughter.

Sorrow like the days of a calendar;
sanity has gone really far.
Bring back that love
that fits more than a glove.
Our problems will be solved,
if our differences can be dissolved.
Life without you is total torture;
a city devoid of a culture.
You represent my future;
don't leave me for the vultures.
Your absence, I can't swallow;
in pains, I consistently wallow.
Only with you, I can glow...
without you, I'm on the low.

By Mc Shapiro

I PLEAD FOR GRACE.

On you, I willingly wait;
fastened with fervent faith.
Heartbeat with great pace;
God, I plead for grace.
Though I've not seen your eyes;
your scriptures will forever suffice.
I longingly look unto you,
through skies so blue.
God of apparent answers;
I wish for weighty wonders.
The only supreme oracle;
mount my life with a miracle.
With your divine mouth;
blow away every doubt.
Please take away every trace;
my soul perpetually prays.
I look unto your cross,
where my sins got tossed.
Let my wait not be in vain.
Come, take away my pain.

By Mc Shapiro

SEXUAL SOLITUDE

Kiss without an end;
a soul to swiftly mend.
Lingering luscious lips;
tongues doing back flips.
A hug en route eternity.
Tender touches in perpetuity.
Insistent and infinite intimacy.
What a sensuous delicacy.
Love on a platter of gold;
a feeling that can't get old.
Emotions that flow beyond 'forever'...
I need no cure for this fever.
A sexual solitude,
above every altitude.
The consistency of cloud nine;
with you, I'm always fine.
An ecstatic escapade;
memories that won't fade.
A heart with willing wings;
my soul silently sings.

By Mc Shapiro

SEXUAL SOLITUDE

Kiss without an end;
a soul to swiftly mend.
Lingering luscious lips;
tongues doing back flips.
A hug en route eternity.
Tender touches in perpetuity.
Insistent and infinite intimacy.
What a sensuous delicacy.
Love on a platter of gold;
a feeling that can't get old.
Emotions that flow beyond 'forever'...
I need no cure for this fever.
A sexual solitude,
above every altitude.
The consistency of cloud nine;
with you, I'm always fine.
An ecstatic escapade;
memories that won't fade.
A heart with willing wings;
my soul silently sings.

By Mc Shapiro

SACRED SATISFACTION

The night sternly stared
at our bodies, boldly bare.
The piercing eyes of darkness...
nakedness in its sharpness.
The night lustfully listened
to our moans as we sinned.
A naughty kind of noise
blessed with perfect poise.
The night watched as she stood.
Obviously, she's also in the mood.
An exhausting escapade.
Ecstasy was on a sexual parade.
We didn't bother about the night.
We continued our friendly fight.
A fight without a weapon...
a war of frantic fun.
Happy tears from our eyes...
just like the rain from the skies.
An accomplished interaction.
The stroll of a sacred satisfaction.

By Mc Shapiro

JACK DANIEL'S WHISKEY

She made a sign language
and my heart got engaged.
Without saying a word,
she pierced my soul like a sword.
With her sensual stare,
my heart never got spared.
A bottle armed with beauty;
I'm captivated in perpetuity.
A liquor with candour;
the perfection of a figure.
We share an ecstatic chemistry;
our romance remains a mystery.
A candid companion.
She's made my heart a champion.
She carved in me, confidence.
Our love is not a coincidence.
I'm an animal and she's my hide.
Obviously she can't leave my side.
I've made my heart her home.
In me she can forever roam.

BY JACK DENIELS

JACK DANIEL'S WHISKEY

She made a sign language
and my heart got engaged.
Without saying a word,
she pierced my soul like a sword.
With her sensual stare,
my heart never got spared.

A bottle armed with beauty;
I'm captivated in perpetuity.
A liquor with candour;
the perfection of a figure.
We share an ecstatic chemistry;
our romance remains a mystery.
A candid companion.
She's made my heart a champion.
She carved in me, confidence.
Our love is not a coincidence.
I'm an animal and she's my hide.
Obviously she can't leave my side.
I've made my heart her home.
In me she can forever roam.

BY JACK DENIELS

LAGOS' TEARS.

Bleeding ground;
no solution found.
The gushing of blood;
free flow of flood.
Drowned city;
a profound pity.
Hurting haemorrhage;
a devastating damage.
Rain and tears;
the water never cares.
Swift sail of sorrow;
a threatened tomorrow.
Withering wealth.
deteriorating health.
A crying cloud;
our sobs seem so loud.
A plea to nature
to stop the torture.
Lagos bleeds...
It's at a terrific speed.

By Mc Shapiro

WE ARE AFRICANS

Sing me a subtle song
with an African tongue.
The melody of freedom
woven with wisdom.
A poem of emancipation;
obviously dark-in-complexion.
Lines and lyrics of liberty;
I want a liberating party.
A revolution without blood.
Only songs and ink will flood.
Let's slay this sick silence...
an apparent action is of essence.
Align with an African drum;
an acute agitation with decorum.
A slice of our mind;
nothing will be left behind.
One voice devoid of noise;
the ply of perfect poise.
Emergence of a new sunrise.
Our unity will forever suffice.

By Mc Shapiro

LUST THAT CAN'T FAIL

A teasing weather;
we don't deserve better.
I'm lost within your shelter...
life is an obvious love letter.
Beauty of a breeze;
don't make me freeze.
Perpetually, I'll please.
A tease that can't cease.
Gentle raindrops;
my composure flops.
Lust gradually develops...
I prefer to be on top.
An arousal assails;
a libido that can't derail.
Lust that can't fail;
ecstasy on a tireless trail.
Satisfaction of no measure;
I'm lost in a lustful leisure.
The patrol of perfect pleasure;
a weather above every treasure.

By Mc Shapiro

WHY I CAN'T DATE YOU CRUSH

You all 'bout elegancy with that perfect walk,
Front, back, all perspective's hot n' blazin'
You've got 'em all thinkin' about fu*k
And that's why the rush so amazin'.

What they feel is mere infatuation
Ya body speakin' a dif'rent language
But all they just hear is seduction
And that's why they wanna get you engaged.

What I feel is stronger than infatuation
Its more than what I see when I look at you
Looking deeper I see in you perfection
And that's just all I want in a boo.

Only that having you for a soul mate
Would be very difficult or even impossible
'Cause everyone says its not advisable
For a guy to date his fellow course mate

By Paramind

WHEN LOVE ISN'T ENOUGH

What is wrong when love is all you feel?
What is love when you can't love at will?
How does expressing love make me weak?
Why is it that my love makes you sick?
Tell me what it is that I've done wrong?
Guess my love for you is just too strong?

A lot of persons have all to offer but love.
This time I've got love but its not enough.
You want all; romance, cash, looks, affection...
Deep down what you really seek is perfection
And the only one perfect lives up there above
So what I've got is what I can give and that's love.

By Paramind

PLEASE BABY COMPLY

Baby Tell These Other Guys Goodbye,
Come To Me Cause Am The Good guy.
They Only End Up Making You Cry,
But Your Tears I Have Come To Dry.
Your Life I Promise I Will Beautiful
Cause All Your Desires I Will Satisfy.
Baby Please U Know Time Is Flying by,
And This Chance May Never Again Come by
So Tell Me Here And Now, What's Your Reply?

By Paramind

INDOMITABLE GOD.

Words beyond this earth
skip around my heart...
the wild wave of wisdom
from a heavenly Kingdom.
The beauty of a breath;
the sole cure for death.
The God of creativity;
armed with acute authority.
The perfection of a name
devoid of blemish or blame.
The owner of the universe;
in worship I'm immersed.
A God, indomitable;
in battle, he's capable.
An authority so pure;
to your throne, I'm lured.
Boldly, I willingly worship;
my soul, on a heavenly trip.
My God you're so good;
I'm drowned in this mood.

By Mc Shapiro

YESTERDAY IS AN ORATOR.

Wounds are preachers.
Scars are teachers.
Listen like silence.
Obedience is of essence.

A hurtful fall;
a call to stand tall.
Fatal injuries;
prologue to success stories.

A past of sorrow;
a path to a better tomorrow.
The persistence of pressure;
a clue to a hidden treasure.

Learning lives in perpetuity;
a lifespan beyond eternity.
Yesterday is an orator;
the fluency of a moderator.

Pain is a sensation
with a limited duration.
Nights may be boring...
they herald a morning.

By Mc Shapiro

ON BENDED KNESS

I hear a cry in the valley
Deep down in the alley
She wanderd the street dressed in sorrows
Her white robes pierced with arrows.
I can't stop but wonder why her thoughts were narrow
Weeping and gnashing says the psalmists
Thats all she could remember
Then here comes the redemer
In order not to mingle with the past
He wiped out her fears with a cast
This cast was found in a manger
That she may live above danger
Grown up in a family of peasants
He renderd his selfless assistance
Stripped and beaten for your guidance
Paid in full was his last utterance

By Jane Anyaehie

I GRIEVE

Even the graveyards fear the silence I now feel
A silence that makes me feel life is not real
A feeling of emptiness wider than any space
It makes me feel like an alien amongst human-race

No tears nor weeping can be compared to my grief
For I worship our memories,unlike in others where it lives in brief
I pray that soon I shall join you to rest in peace
So that all the pains behind my pride will forever cease

By Lord Warazi

I GRIEVE

Even the graveyards fear the silence I now feel
A silence that makes me feel life is not real
A feeling of emptiness wider than any space
It makes me feel like an alien amongst human-race

No tears nor weeping can be compared to my grief
For I worship our memories,unlike in others where it lives in brief
I pray that soon I shall join you to rest in peace
So that all the pains behind my pride will forever cease

By Lord Warazi

BIRTHDAY GIRL.

The death of a night.
The rejuvenation of light.
The return of a morning.
My mood seems to be burning.
The arrival of a day.
Joy is apparently on her way.
The birth of a celebration...
give me more than a ration.
The addition of another year.
No single reason for tears.
With the world I wish to dine.
Kindly pour me a glass of wine.
A candid chance
to desperately dance.
Another bite at the cherry.
Let's make a healthy merry.
I'm in a party mood.
The feeling seems so good.
Come celebrate with me;
grateful I'll forever be.
Happy birthday

By Mc Shapiro

JEHOVAH

My pleasure and my pain.
My sun and my rain.
My winter and summer.
The present and the former.
Without you in my hustle,
life is an unsolved puzzle.
Your absence preaches doom...
the portrayal of gloom.
You're the religion I practice.
There can never be a malpractice.
Consciously I willingly worship;
my heart is on a heavenly trip.
Lover of all sinners.
With you I'm a winner.
I'm at your feet in humility.
God bestow on me pity.
The warrior in battle.
Lead me on like a cattle.
I surrender to your lead.
Your call I'll always heed.

By Mc Shapiro

HAPPINESS ARRANGED IN PILES.

Let's make a magic;
pains obviously not tragic.
A circus for two;
the couch will do.
The reflex closing of the eyes;
pleasure remains the sole price.
An open mouth without words;
the striking of a sensuous chord.
The persistence of a grip.
The tangling of hips.
The flow of sweet sweat;
an ocean made from droplets.
An orchestrated rhythm;
the chant of a sensual hymn.
A communication with silence;
comprehension is of essence.
A magic has been made.
Memories that'll never fade.
The exchange of smiles;
happiness arranged in piles.

By Mc Shapiro

HAPPINESS ARRANGED IN PILES.

Let's make a magic;
pains obviously not tragic.
A circus for two;
the couch will do.
The reflex closing of the eyes;
pleasure remains the sole price.
An open mouth without words;
the striking of a sensuous chord.
The persistence of a grip.
The tangling of hips.
The flow of sweet sweat;
an ocean made from droplets.
An orchestrated rhythm;
the chant of a sensual hymn.
A communication with silence;
comprehension is of essence.
A magic has been made.
Memories that'll never fade.
The exchange of smiles;
happiness arranged in piles.

By Mc Shapiro

AN ALCOHOLIC ANGEL

I bumped into her
At a local bar.
Subdued by drinks,
I rolled out a wink.
A picture so perfect.
She was devoid of defects.
Beauty so bold;
a fine figure to behold.
She wore a pair of glasses;
I made romantic passes.
A beautiful nerd;
I kept scratching my beard.
An alcoholic angel;
I apparently fell.
Seductive pair of lips...
an assassin's pair of hips.
A romantic 'hello'
to a drunk fellow.
She sent out a sensuous smile
and my heart covered a mile.
I excommunicated a kiss.
She returned with bliss.
A naughty night's story;
the rest is now history.

By Mc Shapiro

AN ALCOHOLIC ANGEL

I bumped into her
At a local bar.
Subdued by drinks,
I rolled out a wink.
A picture so perfect.
She was devoid of defects.
Beauty so bold;
a fine figure to behold.
She wore a pair of glasses;
I made romantic passes.
A beautiful nerd;
I kept scratching my beard.
An alcoholic angel;
I apparently fell.
Seductive pair of lips...
an assassin's pair of hips.
A romantic 'hello'
to a drunk fellow.
She sent out a sensuous smile
and my heart covered a mile.
I excommunicated a kiss.
She returned with bliss.
A naughty night's story;
the rest is now history.

By Mc Shapiro

HIS GREATNESS

I see the sky so BEAUTIFUL,
This shows that God is WONDERFUL.
It is the great work of our LORD,
And God's greatness is beyond WORD.
There is no artist in the WORLD,
That can paint more than my LORD.
Beauty it gives in the MORNING,
Always makes me think am DREAMING.
The light it reflects in the DAY,
Nobody can tell of its WAYS.
Bringing out beautiful COLORS,
Which baffles everyone of US.
Mad man ask does God EXIST?
Because he has no SIGHT.
To see the beauty of the SKY,
In which those eager birds FLY.

By Mc Shapiro.

GOD OF BEAUTY

God of beauty;
worship is my duty.
King of nations;
praise is my obligation.
Worthy is your name;
i am subsumed by your fame.

Owner of the universe,
you deserve more than a verse.
Holy is the lord;
the author of every word.
Only one above the law,
in awe i drop my jaw.
The extreme of excellence,
my humility is of essence.
A spirit so sacred;
your anger i'll forever dread.
The beginning and the end;
to sinners you are a friend.
The giver of quality life;
the church remains your wife.

By Mc Shapiro

LOVE IS A PROSTITUTE

Love is a star;
never a permanent scar.
she is not consistent;
just like the rate of rent.
Love is like naira,
she suffers from diarrhea.
she's not reliable;
often romantically liable.
Love is a ghost.
of her loyalty she can't boast.
she's like fever,
she doesn't stay forever.
Love is a thief,
armed with mischief.
she leaves you as empty
as a cup apparently thirsty.
Love is a prostitute,
with an annoying attitude.
lover of everyone,
owner of none.

By Mc Shapiro

LOVE IS A PROSTITUTE

Love is a star;
never a permanent scar.
she is not consistent;
just like the rate of rent.
Love is like naira,
she suffers from diarrhea.
she's not reliable;
often romantically liable.
Love is a ghost.
of her loyalty she can't boast.
she's like fever,
she doesn't stay forever.
Love is a thief,
armed with mischief.
she leaves you as empty
as a cup apparently thirsty.
Love is a prostitute,
with an annoying attitude.
lover of everyone,
owner of none.

By Mc Shapiro

MY FAMILY

My wonderful family, I love dearly, 
From my heart, I speak sincerely. 
They make me laugh all the time, 
Help me up, when I need to climb.

I know my family, truly care, 
They don't judge me or compare. 
Always welcome me with open arms, 
They make sure nothing harm's.

I love my family, every day, 
With this poem, I wish to convey. 
I know they may be a little strange, 
But I hope they never, ever, change.

By Anita

FRIENDSHIP

Your friendship, I can always depend, 
If I need advice, you recommend. 
Thanks for the times, you listened to me, 
When I need help, you quickly agree.

Friends like you are pretty rare, 
With you there's nothing, I can't share. 
We are surely a fantastic team, 
Always believing in each other's dream.

I'm just trying to give my thanks, 
Apologize for all those pranks. 
Just by looking at our past, 
Our friendship, will surely last.

By Anita

FRIENDSHIP

Your friendship, I can always depend, 
If I need advice, you recommend. 
Thanks for the times, you listened to me, 
When I need help, you quickly agree.

Friends like you are pretty rare, 
With you there's nothing, I can't share. 
We are surely a fantastic team, 
Always believing in each other's dream.

I'm just trying to give my thanks, 
Apologize for all those pranks. 
Just by looking at our past, 
Our friendship, will surely last.

By Anita

FAMILY CREATURE

Family is truly a unique creature, 
It can function as an effective teacher. 
Each person involved, has plenty to learn, 
Through words and actions, respect they may earn.

Sometimes arguments may get pretty loud, 
That's because, they're all just so proud. 
They better watch what they say, 
Otherwise, they'll be lonely and grey.

This creature you should always feed, 
You never know, when something you'll need. 
The trick is to listen and sometimes talk, 
Grab the creature, and go for a walk.

By Anita

FAMILY BOND

A family bond is really strong, 
They'll accept you, if you're wrong. 
Family is there for comfort and support, 
Even love you, if you're short.

A family will bring laughter and joy, 
Sometimes they just simply annoy. 
But that's ok, since they care, 
Many things with you, they'll share.

Life without family, wouldn't be the same, 
It would be lonely, and definitely lame. 
So make sure you thank, each family member, 
For being there, from January to December

By Anita

JUST A KID

Your family will forgive what you did, 
That's because you're just a kid. 
But even if you get much older, 
Always welcome to cry on their shoulder.

Your family will help you become someone great, 
Go on the ice, and teach you to skate. 
Sure they will play with you in the pool, 
Make your lunch and take you to school.


They are not just here to entertain, 
Put on those bandages, when you're in pain. 
Your family will help you look for bugs, 
Don't forget to give them lots of hugs

By Anita

LOVE MY FAMILY

I love my family with my heart and soul, 
They make me happy, they make me whole. 
We've shared special moments in time, 
When I look back, it's truly sublime.

When difficult times suddenly came, 
We stuck together, we didn't blame. 
My family taught me, how to be brave, 
When I was in need, they readily gave.


I love my family with my heart and soul, 
They stood by me, when I had a goal. 
I could only say the most beautiful things, 
They help me fly, they gave me wings.

By Anita

FAMILY

For my family, I'm more than grateful, 
I've been blessed, it's truly fateful. 
They always stood, right next to me, 
Offered advice and help for free.

Love for my family, stems from my heart, 
They taught me so much, right from the start. 
Encouraged me to reach for the stars, 
Helped me overcome, so many scars.

Without my family, I'd be completely lost, 
Can't imagine, the emotional cost. 
I just hope, I may repay, 
By loving them back, with zero delay

By Anita

GOODBYE CRUSH

My days are gradually turning to night
for again my crush is about to leave my sight.
look how she's so happy its holidays 
and am sad cause they are my worst days.

whenever she leaves, there's no sleeping,
i close my eyes, her memories creeps in.
To make this even more difficult to bear
is knowing am alone in this and she don't care.

Again i'll have to say the word "goodbye"
when there is nothing really good about bye
Again i'll have to be a man and not cry when U gone
but from experience, its easier said than done.

Am not saying you should stay so i'll feel alright
after all day must surely give way to night.
i'll just try get use to seeing you go and its pain
just like a lady gets use to her menstrual pain.

By Paramind

MY BIGGEST WISH

I just wish i could time travel back to the past
with the knowledge I've acquired so far still intact.
Living would be much more safer and secure
since i would then be able to tell the future.

i'd always be in a right positions to make the best decisions.
and save lives since i now know how people gonna die.
OK maybe i don't get to be entirely perfect and play a hero
but i just know things will be different when i can tell tomorrow.

i'd never be deceived by people since i know their real intentions
lolz my exams would be cheap since i already know d questions.
i'd get to relive and again enjoy all those sweet memories,
and also utilize my time, money n' all the missed opportunities

There's gonna be nothing like surprises, mistake or regret.
life's just simply gonna be smooth, fun and great.

By Paramind