Twenty And Two

It was my birthday on the 12th of February, I wrote a poem that day: I could lie that it was one of the best days I have had in a long while, but it wasn't: It wasn't even a relatively good day, factly speaking, it was one of the worst day's I've had in a long while....It rained that day though, I enjoyed the smell of dust freshly beaten by rain..... Please enjoy the poem, and leave comments.






How swiftly time flies
on its wings: twenty and two years:
Too soon has my time been spent,
and closer to manhood I advance.

It was mid time of day
when my pitied beauty to me said,
'all others besides you
have with age grown'

I do not remember when it all
stopped making sense:
as maturity that with age should come
has not by my path passed

It should be a good thing that I age,
but for the fear the swift years pass me by...

I BECOME A POET

Trust me; I have met poets! I may even be one?
He is a dangerous person to disagree with, I once tried?

He feeds his ego with well meaning words:
What defense do you stand against him with?
He writes for the sake of "self-expression"

You don’t know he’s selfish?
His manner of communication isn’t wholesome or edifying;
He conveys little sense in blown out vocabulary

The greatest one of them; Shakespeare,
Never has a man turned so little knowledge to such great account, as in his case
His mind was so fine; no idea could violate it, but death struck.

‘Death conquers all things’

My Birthday...Youth Service...POP...Poetry...Allen...

I haven't posted anything in a while... maybe not a while, that would be a huge understatement, maybe like a year or something... I have been growing, maturing in ways I never thought I would, I have been socialising: over the time span between my last post and now, I have met some of the most intelligent, exciting, professional people whose influence would continue to provide some sort of guidiance.

I started my National Youth Service, and just recently concluded it. I started my first paid job, and recently completed its course. I became a leader in my church, and up until recently, I was convinced it was the right thing to do.

Yesterday the 12th was my birthday: Abuja's first rain of the year fell on the same day... still trying to figure out if theres more to that than just rain, but I pray it means something good would come my way this year... The day before that, on the 11th, I had my passing out parade...

Have spent the last year working on a book of poetry: Its a collection of 60 English Sonnet styled poems. Read a really intresting poem on Seyes blog yesterday: seye.blogspot.com: Think the title is allen avenue or something, loved his incorporation of dialogue in the poem and its easy blend with all the conventional elements of modern poetry.

Its good to blog again, would be uploading poems from my newest book sometime soon.