The spec of dust, My lonely shell, Converted to a prison, My hollow soul, Bond in the dust of flawed shell, The captive of its weakness, Forcing me to it’s bidding, The flesh, my unholy cell. Oma_diary

The shortest statement my heart knows is the pain you create and the touch of your arms on my cracked skin. A lonely beast you forged from your lies. Oma_diary

You called me your sexy dove. A naive sacrifice offer on the altar of your pleasure. You call me you love but am always traded for your lust. You called me your protector, yet you let in wolves through the crack. In this charade of emotions, I’m the victim traded for the ecstasy of your imagination. A lone wanderer you made me. For you forged a beast from a good lover. Oma_diary

Cry me a river of passion. Let me drown my pain, misery and past. Maybe and only maybe I would wake up ones a lover boy or a fighter for love. Oma_diary.

Send me away, A lost child of lust Trapped in the shadow of memories. Send me away. The unwanted one of the odds, Shattered under your smile. Send me away. A wandering soul trapped in lust. Send me away to the shadows. Oma_diary

Lost in this dirge of contradiction, we are held captive. Drunkenly we were ever blinded to the reality of nature's beauty. Buried in deceit with blurring vision of the future. Our past fading into our aimless lust, A crossroad where future kisses the past, Our culture no longer reflect in our dressing, Our passion bruised by western ego, A shade where our morals cracked in the empty void of modern wave. Oma_diary

HIDE YOUR BABE OO!! The shortest verse of any poem i ever wrote, was the verse i only pain of your smile. The softest lyrics I ever love is the voiceless moan of your lips soaked in mine While we eliminate the space between us. The healthiest gym i ever enrolled in is the softness of your skin and the subtle corrections you whisper into my ear on the how we could burn this wall of fantasy in our veins. The softest banger I ever loved was the melody your ass makes while I spank its tenderness. The meaning my name has. Comes from how sexy you whisper it to my ears. For I don’t know what they say love looks like but I would say it looks so beautiful as you. I don’t care if this last for ever or if this is fantasy, love, lust or heaven. But, I don’t want it to end. I want to wake up always to your sweet face. Oma_diary

HADES POEM Steadily in her dark hazy world, Lies a fading light trapped in loneliness. Captured in a cell of her making, Betrayed by her defense, Lost in her own thoughts Yet, alive in her fairy world. One she built in her pure heart. She was embraced by hades, Kissing the darkness of her past, Lost in her memories. Dead to the voice of her heart. Blinded by lies Locked up in deceit Yet never knowing that Even hades has a feel For companion in seeking For the darkness in her head. She is the reflection of herself. A shadow of her past, A weakness to her strength, The only melody to her heartbeat, And in her voice echoes What’s the meaning of her fantasy? As she steadily hid behinds her walls of defense locked up in her pain. Oma_diary

Upon a dark wave of misery, my helplessness yarns. Upon this void of life, My bondage is crafted. Solemnly in this dark storm, I draw close to my doom. Gently in misery, I moan in the dark. Quietly in loneliness, Death cuddles my flawed shell. Helpless in thoughts, I’m humbly driven crazy by my sadness. Violently in my shame, life becomes like a bed of thorns. In sadness, joy becomes a sinful gift. In my shadows, hope fades in the light. In this haven of misery, My broken soul thirst for FREEDOM. Oma_diary.

Still waters run deeper. So, always know there is a different shade to every storm and waves of life. We can only judge the future by what we have suffered in the past. Oma_diary

Crossing into this realm. A wandering soul, driven into lust by the beautiful light. A salve captured with with the savour of her smile. Dripping like the sweetest taste of the honeycomb. A pale sensation of her kiss. Giving my freedom away in her arms. Like a dark cloud, the sky she holds over me is that of helplessness. She is the viper to creating the vile in my soul. A poisonous sunflower in a sunny morning. Glowing like a star that brings doom upon a beautiful night. But, in her poison I find the light my soul crave. Like an exorcist, she points me the path. A path that leads to my tragic fall. Oma_diary

The rumble lingers in my feeble mind. the shattering echoes in my head. A rustle cutting through my silence, A voiceless echo of your deceits. One that pierce more than the tiniest needle and cuts deep than the sharpest sword. Hmmm, for ones I thought me the issues of your flaws. The charades to your love, But, yet your betrayal lay my soul desolate. A knight betrayed by his armor, A captain deceived by the wave, An artist help captive in his art, A priest lost go the sermon, I was trapped in honesty of your smile; Yet the storm of my doom lingers. Oh, how foolish I was to think love was for the vulnerable. How naive I am. Naive to the warnings that every I love you holds. So, here i lie a victim of my own love and fantasy. Vowing never to be a victim to this plague called love. For I am the beast you forged in deceit. Oma_diary

There is no star in a dark cloudy day, We lived through shadows of life misery. Chasing our dreams into the ground. A lonely hive where our soul broke; The remnants of our memory fades, With life slipping out our dusty shell. A sanctuary of pain and regrets, Coaxed to die with unfulfilled dreams. Like stray soul wandering through the mist. A lonely peasant of divinity scheme Toss to this void of existence We rode a foe over our own brethren. Oma_diary

Drunk in this flame of deceit. a broken knight seeking sanctuary from himself. lost to the memories forged by my emotions. One you were a tool to creating its reels. I sit here; a broken phoenix trapped in his ash. In this darkness, I crest your memories at the back of the shadows. A subtle reminder that love is nothing but pain and misery. For you left me a loner and an addict to the fading memories in the shadow. Oma_diary

So dark the con of man. The flaws of nature, Hidden in the shadows of his helplessness. A priesthood of falsehood. So dark the con of man. The victims of creations. forged for the pleasure of divinity. Like a vengeful soul; he wanders. So dark the con of man. A sacred plague of his lust. Like a broken falcon, he scale through his lust. So dark the con of man. A wandering saint of the night. Victimized by the claws of his flesh; He lay desolate. A lonely creature abandoned to wander his mistakes. So dark the corn of man. Coin through perfections, harvest in purity. Yet desolate in his soul. So dark the con of man. The victim of his own doing. A blessed slave of lust, Crafted for imperfections to feed, Like a savaged king, he wanders his helplessness. Oma_diary

The shadow calls my name. the demon beckons from within, a promise of comfort she lay within, a stillness to kill the storm, The shadow knows my name. The shadow seeks me out. a long companion forged in my fear, the unruly guide of my ignorance, enticing my weary mind, like a stray dog entice to it’s death. The shadow holds me a promise. An unconscious friend feeding flaws. the emptiness she breaks within, the turmoil she paints within, like a mad artist lost to its ink. The shadow knows my name. A promise of a friend, one so dark like void, an unholy companion suiting my lust,  a priest coin for my judgement, a reflects of my flaws. The shadow knows our name. A sanctuary older than my existence. a valley where misery and doubts rule. The shadow lurking closely my sanity. A revolt to my light. Like a knight shields it comrades.  But, in her arms, am just her prey. The shadow knows our names. Oma_diary.

A tender dove lost in the storm of mistakes. The abominable visitor coin in lust. An unholy gift of purity, A disdain of the future, Forged from negligence. Oh, weary fruits of pleasure. An unholy gift born from loins of pleasure. The rejects of sin. Judged for her purity, Like a begger with leprosy, you rock dark waterways, dumps and abandonment. A lonely white lamp. Sacrificed for the shame. Oh, dim beacon. A broken hope; made to shift from empty cabin and corridors. Enduring this haven where your kind waits with cracked hope and dim future. Oh, lost fruit of pleasure and lust. A shameful saint, made to rest with the dark. Dump a trash to be abandoned. A void where your still cry fades off slowly. A sanctuary where your future was decided without love and compassion. Oh, lonely abandoned fruit of pleasure. Neglect of the mother and shame of the father. Discriminated for being forged in lust Oh, purity of creation, cheer up. You suffer a pain you never create. Oma_diary

Let the light embrace your shadows, the radiance radiates your mind and let it guide you to a subtle place where life holds what you deserve. Note: just a random photo from my lens. Oma_diary.

Steadily she walks down the hall. A dark hazy room of divided world, she smiles in the like but bleeds in the dark. She’s captured in a world apart, One horror of her making. Betrayed by her defense Lost in her own thoughts always alive in her fairy world One she built in her pure heart. A beacon of hope. She was embraced by hades. Kissing the darkness of her past. Lost in her memories. Dead to the voice in her heart. Blinded by lies, Locked up in deceit, like a naive child. She pulls away from the light. A broken queen used as bait, A lonely prey to the demon in mind. One she never knows She’s a meal even hades feel. A companion in the shadow Seeking for our inner being She is the reflection of her self. A shadow of her past, A weakness to her strength, the only melody to her heartbeat. In her fading voice echoes, She whispers the meaning of her fantasy, A lost soul steadily hiding behind her walls of defense build from pain. Oma_diary

Slowly and slowly she crawls deep in the shadow. Sinking in the this sea of misery. One that only her soul understands. Like the a mother understand of child birth. Lonely, she cry through pale emotions. Her heart a sinking pool of stream drowning itself. In pain she was forged anew. An unholy angel burn out of pain and loneliness. Her lips coated with venom, like a wounded snake in fury. What if all she ever wanted is a smile, a glimpse of sunlight in her darkness, a gentle touch of love on her cold heart, and in each echo of heartbeat, she groan in pain. Crying DON'T JUDGE ME Oma_diary

REBRAND NIGERIA Silently the giants slumber. Held in this triangle of deceit, buried in betrayal. our ignorance a weapon to the arsenal. Willingly we trade our birthright. Sold on the altar of politics. In our misery, we joyfully march to this cage of our own making. Oh, how broken the heart of our heroes. Battered and shattered for our unity. A liberal man yet sold to his greed. Making vain the sacrifice of our heroes, like a child fiddling the breast of his mother. One which prides the father. In our foolishness, we spat at the sacrifice for freedom. Rise oh compatriot of corruption, A prodigal child of honor. Rise from your slumber. For shame now holds high our banner, One thats sort in blood, Fire and Water. Rise, make clean the assembly of thief’s, a united Nigerian is possible. In unity we can thrive. #LOSTHOPE Oma_diary

MEMORIES BLURRED The sun goes down and here we are. Together, in this place where time fades. Fireflies, stale moon, mockingbirds, faded lights. A place where the stars understand our still whispers. Stay with me and we can dream forever. right here in my arms, wrapped in my love and buried with every beating heart. Love me, missed me, crave me, even when am still with you. Kiss me softly, a taste of heaven. Let’s be lost to the night, trapped in ecstasy like tomorrow is scared of today. It's magical when you are here. An angel finds solace beside me. Close your eyes and let me hold you tight. For everything that I ever and will ever need is right here in my arms tonight. Oma_diary