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BARRICADED TO BREAKTHROUGH | Your write; your right. | Page 2

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Your write; your right. Newer posts →. In the bloody name of religion. Woe unto that man. Who framed the word. That trapped us in the wood. Bigger woe to you,. Solid swingers of her sword. Your songs and sermons. Sold fresh like salmons. In local stalls and kiosks,. On the sour tongue. Of our stale world. We kiss at round tables. With the phlegm of false doctrines,. With debris…,. We grasp for breath. Like asthmatics prodding seizures,. Struggling for free oxygen,. Yet, we remain mute. You cage our wit,.

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WIND OF CHANGE | BARRICADED TO BREAKTHROUGH

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Your write; your right. WE DON TIRE →. I’ve dated many others,. More than anyone can wonder;. Wearing them like Agbada. Fabricated from locally-made Ankara. Girdled to a willing waist. By the aid of lent wrists,. Thru the grab of clenched fists. I’m deserts-far away, but. Closer than a blood-brother;. With the rise of December. From the slumber of November,. I travel beyond western borders,. Stretching thru Asia and Africa. With the borrowed arms got. From brothers of the Atlantic,. No one dares to hiss;.

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PROLOGUE | BARRICADED TO BREAKTHROUGH

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Your write; your right. LETTER BOMBS →. 8230;…………. That I may be heard. From the convention of false-truths. Rewriting histories in chalkboards. Of revamped archaic traditions. 8230;…………………. That I may be heard. From the burning coal. Littering the foil of hope;. Thru the mouth of stones,. And thru the bones of buzzards. 8230;……………………. That I may be heard. In these ego-renting times. Where minors are strapped. On the pastel of major struggles. That I may be heard. From the blood of my pen. You are commen...

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NA MY OWN? | BARRICADED TO BREAKTHROUGH

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Your write; your right. CITY AT NIGHT →. Needy of recognition;. When no one pursues;. Calling for the hunter’s hand. To close her junta’s trap. Ev’ryone’s aware. Saying the rhetoric, ‘na my own? Greedy for attention;. Just a morsel of tar,. Can quench hunger’s pang. Adding common-salt to sore. Brooding the spirit of “Iku”. With the usual, ‘na our own’. Languishing in cold;. Dying in the Kuramo. Beach of bitches,. His safe haven;. Sobbing softly- heart failing. 8216;Na who go helep am? December 2, 2013.

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Unluck me – kens lite pen

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At the first page of our story,. The pages seemed so beautiful,. But soon the days turned evil,. I endured so much till i couldn’t anymore. I was like a beggar on the street begging for your love,. Your “i love you” ,you never meant it,. Your “yes” was your “no”. You should have made it clear to me that you never wanted this,. But you lied,. You lied and deceived me. I wish you know what kind of pain i feel to this very day,. The kind of pain that gets to my bones,. I feel so humiliated,. You’re am...

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November | 2016 | myldrwithafrenchman

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My LOVE for Paris and LDR with my Frenchie from 5000 miles away… among other things ;-). One Year WP Anniv. already? I couldn’t believe it. It has been a year and 1 month since my first blog post, “ A Flower in (Late) Bloom how it all started. 8221; — Oct. 30th 2015… Wow! Has it really been a year? I guess… since My Frenchie and I have celebrated 1 year of our “ LDR or je ne sais quio. 8221; not too long ago. I would like to give a big shout out to all my readers. THANK YOU! I’m still here and I do...

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CRAVINGS AND RAVINGS | BARRICADED TO BREAKTHROUGH

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Your write; your right. SONGS OF THE COMRADO. WIND OF CHANGE →. I do not crave. For mundane pomp and power;. Cos in the grave,. They are as sour. As unripe grapes;. And worthless to apes. Like a banquet of flowers. I don’t save. For a pregnant ‘morrow,. Of short-lived joy…. I wish to enjoy. My today’s gentle toils. On rocky semi-fertile soils. I crave to die the death. Of man in good health. With an ink’s flow wealth. To change the psyche of earth:. That black is blind,. And white: better refined. On VOI...

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POWER FAILURE | BARRICADED TO BREAKTHROUGH

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Your write; your right. To a land of adorn;. Expecting much for less. Of goodies to flex. The table’s set. Free from rent;. And all is invited. To the feast celebrated;. The small, big and mighty. Will be treated as royalty;. Let’s have a toast. Glasses raised to the host;. Our hands can’t even locate our mouth…. November 30, 2013. This entry was posted in Inspirational. Nature and the Rest of us. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.

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Ehizogie Iyeomoan | BARRICADED TO BREAKTHROUGH

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Your write; your right. Author Archives: Ehizogie Iyeomoan. I CHALLENGE THE GODS (The gods are to blame). Let our leaders give answers to the begging questions dividing this “broom made from many palm trees” called Nigeria. The remnants rubble after a terrible blast from the Boko-Haram terrorist group, Nigeria. For the haps and mishaps. To the left- Northwards. By the eye of redundancy. I challenge the gods. Like straps on feminine feet;. And with white bandanas. Tied round my bald,. I remain unshaved to.