In words I find serenity,
simple or just too plain.
And in life I seek wisdom,
in words of the insane.
My lips reject profanity,
coerced or merely in pain.
No point in being vulgar,
politeness I should attain.
No one is near perfect,
benevolent or humane.
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Oh! me in those very known situations,
learning to thrive in those known but unknown situations.
what felt before, a piece of cake,
but wasn't one that appears to be.
then all of a sudden rather appears a rationale opportunity,
changed the irrational behavior and turned to be a completely new me.
Because of its lack of wisdom,
A snake drinks milk
And emits poison.
Because of his vast wisdom,
A saint drinks poison
And offers milk.
This is wisdom in oneness,
Wisdom in perfection,
Wisdom in God-satisfaction.
All of us must act like a saint.
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I have sang with Tennessee the song of the south,
I have kissed many tender lips with my crimson
mouth.
I have been with Politicians to the mountain top,
I have crossed without doubt the red gates that writ in it, "STOP".
I have danced with a cotton dress that danced in the wind,
And cheated on my wife and told my conscience, "Never mind".
I married two wives just to see if the love was the same,
I have covered with filth and fame my precious
name.
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I once wrote a song I could but not finish…
Whoever finishes the songs of life?
But tell me, how? when each end begins with a new life lease?
I once met a man who paints only in shades and tints
Whoever applauds the silver greyness of the cloudless skies?
But tell me, whoever shuts out the radiance of the rainbow colours?
Ijangbon boldly pushes Odumare’s last limits, but as…
We know insanity remains the smallest room in the castle of audacity
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In words I find serenity,
simple or just too plain.
And in life I seek wisdom,
in words of the insane.
My lips reject profanity,
coerced or merely in pain.
No point in being vulgar,
politeness I should attain.
No one is near perfect,
benevolent or humane.
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I praise the wise and respect the wisdom of every old and young, for when they speak they pave the way to every poem or song.
There is a charm in all their words and phrases short or long. In what they say you should believe until you prove them wrong.
When wisdom speaks I always listen to thoughts of brilliant minds, just like a gem or precious stone or gold in haunted mines.
I feel the words and see them spark in corners everywhere, sometimes I even smell their scent floating in the air.
A set of words in form of art could take your breath away, for classy words will make you feel in heaven you want to stay.
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Like a hunter's weapon
target to find it.s prey
the knowledge clear in my mind
will trace a way
the clouds travel with the wind
to shield the earth
I see no difference between the hunter
and the clouds
for they carry the same vision bother moment to capture th
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If monsters have mouths
Then what do they spout?
Is it truth that rebounds
Through their teeth?
If monsters have lungs
That means that they've sung
All the songs that one hears
In the deep.
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No shadows in the field, save these two
We stand together, alone,
Our arms entwined
Our shadows merged around our feet
Casting an unused shelter.
We look to the horizon,
Through hedgerows,
Beyond the church
Its spire hosting a choir of blackbirds
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