Thursday, February 19, 2009


Alas! I’ve failed again
Not worthy to grace the rain
In my private life
I’m surrounded by Damocles’ knife
Yeah, I do see bright lights
But then after this tight sight,
It should be time to fall over again
And then say I’ve failed again

Considering all aspects of life
Especially when taking a big dive,
It crumbles to the start then
We say we’ve failed when
Our lives crumbles, our fame fades
And we lose our aces and jades
Hearing that sound of game over down the lane,
We say we’ve failed again

Hi failures and fellas,
I send this to your faxes and tellers
Whenever you climb a ladder and fall,
Carefully lean that ladder on the wall
Find another ladder
And see joy fill your bladder
And now, you’ll say “we haven’t failed have we?”But know that this was brought from yours faithfully

Sunday, February 15, 2009

just one night

(Joromi the wrestler)

Just one night,
He had fought in the allies
He won quite alright,
That was the beginning of his worries.

He thought being a wrestler would do
Even with his strong tough skin
Just as he thought and knew,
He was the one on the winning team

He became too full of himself
He was an instrument of pride
There wasn’t a god beside himself
Death was taking him for a ride

He found himself in the middle of the Earth
Surrounded by lots of spirits
They begged for a tournament
He agreed for he’s got the beats

He defeated them all
Yes, he never losses a fight
Then he heard the seven headed spirit’s call
Death said it was alright

They went into battle
Hope seemed far from his side
Then in seconds so little,
Joromi seemed to have died

Just one night
He had had his calling
Just one night,
He had had his ending.


Piracy has gone round
To everywhere things are found
Taking a good look at me
Will say I can’t be two or three
So why is there
A miming me who is rare
And sometimes hard to see
Though, he doesn’t have a complexion as me

He pirates every move I make
So fast even without a break
A dark mischievous creature
That sometimes walks in my favour
He plays dirty tricks on me at night
At a point, I began liking him right
He follows me even to the meadow
So, I named him my shadow.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

The coast is clear by Irabor Jeffrey

The coast is clear
Hades should hear
Terror must start
Fear, grip the heart

The coast is clear
The end is here
Humans do panic
The world is at risk

The coast is clear
Why don’t you hear?
It’s all man for himself
Think now before night fell

so what?

so what?
get rid of the blue feels