Vibe and Soul: YOUR SMILE

Vibe and Soul: YOUR SMILE: smile! you have the best smile in the world your smile have take me through many mile without water your smile is too infectious it can sta...

Vibe and Soul: Pen thrill

Vibe and Soul: Pen thrill: 10 things that thrill me about writers and singers: they rewrite history they make history they help others make history they pacify the...

Vibe and Soul: UNSEEN PART OF GLITTERS

Vibe and Soul: UNSEEN PART OF GLITTERS: Beneath the still water, lies the home of aquatic cannibals Beneath the glowing eyes, lies the sack of tears Beneath the smiling visage, l...

Vibe and Soul: BEAUTY'S CHOICE

Vibe and Soul: BEAUTY'S CHOICE: she is inspired by the wind but cannot withstand the pressure of the storm she is desired by the peace kings but she salivates in the prese...

Vibe and Soul: BEHOLD

Vibe and Soul: BEHOLD: Easy is the way of doom free is the bait that kill the weak lazy once sleep on a tattered mat and woke up on a bed of rosses flying high in...

Vibe and Soul: YOUR SMILE

Vibe and Soul: YOUR SMILE: smile! you have the best smile in the world your smile have take me through many mile without water your smile is too infectious it can sta...

YOUR SMILE

smile!

you have the best smile in the world

your smile have take me through many mile 

without water

your smile is too infectious

it can start a love epidemic

your smile always illuminate my soul

my grim quickly turn to grin

when your picture appear on my mind

first thing i notice is your smile

at that moment 

nothing in life matters to me anymore

for your smile ease pains 

it gives hope when i despair 

i wonder and have faith 

in the lord that create your beautiful face

your smile foster good will to my life

i need you to bring happiness to my home

i never know smile could pacify souls

you are a living proof that smile bright earth than sunshine

your smile chase away bad thought

it's the best antidote for trouble

your smile cost nothing 

but can create many thing

keep on smiling

because your smile is the purest and the most innocent thing i know

Pen thrill

10 things that thrill me about writers and singers:
they rewrite history
they make history
they help others make history
they pacify the flaming soul
they crucify the wicked minds
they disparage bad event
they motivate those that despair
they awake those in lethargy
they enlighten the ignoramus
they face the consequences of their works alone

Vibe and Soul: UNSEEN PART OF GLITTERS

Vibe and Soul: UNSEEN PART OF GLITTERS: Beneath the still water, lies the home of aquatic cannibals Beneath the glowing eyes, lies the sack of tears Beneath the smiling visage, l...

Vibe and Soul: UNSEEN PART OF GLITTERS

Vibe and Soul: UNSEEN PART OF GLITTERS: Beneath the still water, lies the home of aquatic cannibals Beneath the glowing eyes, lies the sack of tears Beneath the smiling visage, l...

UNSEEN PART OF GLITTERS

Beneath the still water, lies the home of aquatic cannibals
Beneath the glowing eyes, lies the sack of tears
Beneath the smiling visage, lies a heart flaming in ire
Beneath the serene lands, lies the millions age burning magma

Inside the loud noise making barrel, lies no liquid
Inside the sage head, lies the agony of many untold story
Inside the good looking women, lies the home of the serpent's venom
Inside the the wealth of one man, lies the debth of many

Above the dirty root, grows the fresh greens
Above the cool blue sky, lies the stars capable of incinerating the earth
Above the warm room, lies the struggle of the roof
Above the many knowns, is the unknowns

Before the fine gold, goes it turture by furnace
Before freedom, goes slavery
Before the rain, goes the turbulating wind
Before the fruit of the womb, goes the pertinacious war of the genital in the kama sutra battle.

~Olawunmi Oriyomi Yomidee

Vibe and Soul: BEAUTY'S CHOICE

Vibe and Soul: BEAUTY'S CHOICE: she is inspired by the wind but cannot withstand the pressure of the storm she is desired by the peace kings but she salivates in the prese...

feel like this

BEHOLD

Easy is the way of doom

free is the bait that kill the weak

lazy once sleep on a tattered mat

and woke up on a bed of rosses

flying high in the air 

glidding through the sky

rejoicing, for his table been covered with fur

eating with all finger, like the king of rome

carried on a horse, celebrating nothing

sorrounded by ladies of easy virtues

like the mountain sorrounded by snow in the middle of winter

his apparel made from silver linen

dancing to the sound of a golden drum

in the middle of no party

your appetite has eating the king's delicacies

set in the bowl of deception

behold!

you are bait to the rituals of the power

behold!

you are laughing to the joke, that mock you

behold!

you are singing chorus to the crowd that hate you

behold!

you are been push to sing "i have power" in front of agamemnon

behold!

you are eating the fruit of no labour

like the fish been given earthwarm

behold!

free kills, loan enslaves, bills imprison

behold!

lazy man write your will

BEAUTY'S CHOICE

she is inspired by the wind

but cannot withstand the pressure of the storm

she is desired by the peace kings

but she salivates in the present of the greedy warriors

who hunt for more like the verocious termite

she is the illusion every minds posses

her beauty engross all eyes

she is mannered like the fable goddess

she is like the ripe fruit along the road side, 

that every hearts wish it could fall on their palm

she had always throve with the heart of a dove

but now she is been throttled by the emotionless men of fury

she is weak but her soul is weaker

she play in the glare of her haters

it a pity little hen wish to play on the mountain where king eagle dines

she soon face the consequenses of love

tears fell around her cheek like leaves in autumn

she can't hold more in her chambers of secret

for she became susceptible to all abuse

they want it more but she bear the grieves alone

she is burnt by her community male chauvinism

she wonders if it's same God they both beseech

she had err and come short

and she was blamed like the tortoise who is a victim of all tales

my lady become a parable of wrong choice.