New and better

My writing has evolved, gone full 360 degrees on me. My poetry seems to come from a Mad poet. My prose flows sweetly like a soothing spring. My articles are terse and concise. I am not bragging that I am the best. I am just saying due to the influence of books I have been reading. I feel I have grown up a lot. The thing in writing is that you write to please yourself - you are your first audience.

I would start blogging more now because I have a varied things to talk about. And blogsphere would be my outlet. The dam has been let lose; you would be erode with my words.

The wordsmith has spoked.

Ode to the Fallen Bottles

you were once beheaded.
the red cap thrown to dust
with reckless impunity,
your treasures taken in sips
shrouded with music and alanta
sung by substance-abusing artists

you went to your death
with suya and pepper soup,
your companions.

They killed you slowly with each song
with each puff,
with each word,
but you left with your head high,
for as your end came
you took their senses,
replacing it with a gallant high
you showed them reasons to respect you,
you knocked them out
the way they ravaged you
the way they counted your comrades
all lying dead on the table
each facing the firing squad
each tasted Agbons and Dami's bullets
but you sent them to sleep
showing them you are the boss
what's more you would do it again tomorrow.