SOUL'E RHYMEZ WORLD

A Young writer who seems to be looking for inspiration as he writes She loves my inspiration She caused me some elation and though it’s my intention to draw inspiration, it is not my creation. In the land of inspiration everyone has a portion, so I travel with caution, my fare is observation, sailing through by meditation,  I quench my thirst with motivation, in order to have my own portion. In the land of inspiration, only those with moderate motivation and right aspiration gets the best of inspiration from the God of inspiration.

When the going was good with OMOBOLAJI Omobolaji, You came to me like an angel; You're once my forerunner; you told of my coming to the land of prominence. You're once a seer; you saw what other sights are blind to. You called me great and you aren't wrong but you left as fast as you came. Omobolaji, Once more since you left, the thoughts of you invade my heart and covered my sight; I couldn't see until I let my pen bleed maybe this invader will leave when his blood dry in the outpour of my heart.

Alas! The extremists Have gone extreme again, This time leasing lasses with fist All for their evil gain. Alas! Elections elects again, After Months of mounting mourning, They are out for evil gain again Ignoring mothers' mornings mourning. Alas! They horn honest lies, Wooing with in-eloquent grandiloquence, Of their fade out promises That still live here with us. They plead with bags of rice That prevents our glorious rise And hand us peanuts That woke insurgents in the north.

I AM MY OWN PROPHET I am my own prophet, a vision no one has seen, I am my own forerunner, no one to tell of my coming or prepare the way for me. I am a mystery too hard for people to unveil, I am the future that astrologers can not see, I am a prophecy that no prophet ever prophesied, I am the greatness that was never recorded. I am the mistake of a poor woman but I require a greater stake. I am the mountain on which people can see clearly, I am the land containing silver and gold, I am the valley that flows with water for the thirsty. I am the rare gem among ordinary stones, The pride of my race but now the black sheep of my family, I am the solution that comes in form of pollution, I am the tattered book full of life's treasures. Such claims gets minds mad but my mind wouldn't have conceived what I can ’ t achieve. Such verdicts they don't understand, their sights are clear ...