A collection of poems of different varieties.

Ambition gone wrong.

I'm seating here in my own head, thinking how you can be starring in my approach to your new depth of standard.

''Got me thinking'' was the first one i did, you wouldn't hear my plight

so once again i went to Carl Reid.

He preached, he laughed, he swayed.

Then he puts his passion to words

yes he did, indeed he did

Hush he said, after please be my guide and my lead.

Here i bow to thy lead, for in thy breath comfort leads.

A little calm (i teased).

You have my number, you'll call me at ease

Quit being my antagonist, do let it seize

He said please, i said oh

he said lead, i said oh lord

he said i bow to thy lead for in thy breath comfort leads

then i said oh, father oh, let them know your'e the one above

ha ha ha

you just wanna know if im commited and so......

you dont have bad intentions for me

Im your next of kin

you wouldn't let me go, you just wanna let me know

it wont grow if i dont sow.

afterall you wouldn't wanna loose.

I could say this...

'' i throw my crayons in the air so i come out in flyig colours

they know not where to look, so when i stroll, they just follow

they said the team is bad, but better than the best was my solo

so i know Mr. Polo, flamboyant is your motto

i think i suit your taste''.

HA!!!

I tried to try to hold me in

i tried to try to stay

maybe i moped

mabe i froze

they say i choked

i know i talked alot

until i couldnt tell what was what

insanity is a kid with crunchy cookie

mud was a delicacy i couldnt resist

my ablution was cokey

foot, palm, arm, head, even my pubic.

what better way to bath than the distinctive rush of coca cola

my perfect water bed was the isolation of dung...

so they say

i wouldn't know

maybe thay were......

but why would they?

Oh come to think of it, why would i do such?

how could i?

how, why, did i?

Were Carl Reid's, words

his gospel album didnt sell

how tragic

i never knew

but mine will.

Why the ''fuck'' wouldn't it

Oh father

forgive my trangression

the tongue you gave me said ''fuck''

oh no oh lord

I'm failing already

forgive me for blaming you giving me a tongue.

Was it my tongue?

NO!!! it was all me.

but my tongue is me

no i control my tongue

but the tongue made me...

no!!! but i thought the whole words the tongue pronounced.

O Carl, 

What have i done to myself?

i read too much of your books

much jhope i laid on you

and now i'm beginning to feel what you felt

Oh!!! am i talking!!!?

is this how he started

ooooh

but i would not eat mud

atleast bread would do

no i want raw cassava

no you must want what i want

no i want not what you want

why should you want bread,  it is made of Garri, or don't you know?

No!!! dummy, its cassava that's made of flour

your'e just too dumb

you kow nothing!!!

play draft with me, you'll say you want to go to school

hisses

mad man......