WHO KNOWS? By Dauda Onawola

WHO KNOWS?

A slave in this world or a king in another you are, who knows?

TURTLE US (Devin Austin)

To my buddy dauda happy birthday homie  here is my awesome birthday gift to an old song I made about turtles

Turtle us.

Few friends  of mine and i have a  passion   with this hard  core animal  so let me share my  real obession on this maginfcent   creature of  a turtle.
 Why  i am  in love with a turtle   because   he lives in a slow  pace at life  especially  in this all fast race, honestly i dont know how i feel  about it im just merely trying  to make my into  a fun blast  but oh well   im still willing to chill with my inner circle of friends  while they are all having the time of their lives. All i want to do is express my inner turtle   ha ha.
As  a turtle  were all cute awesome   and very sweet   we  try  to  meet other people like us, that are also in hiding of our  inner minds of a shell while  riding or homies and creative sides, while swiming in the big waves that tides us to both  our club and imagination.   This poem craves me to want to  be smooth like mr nice swell turtle. so i invite you to come over and dwell in our inner shell of this turtule club!

©Devin Austin (My American friend who wrote this for me on my birthday)

DOCTOR PHILOSOPHY by Dauda Onawola

DOCTOR PHILOSOPHY

A philosopher is not a bastard of this race,
His flying thoughts may be but much of radicalism.

COAT OF MANY COLORS by DAUDA ONAWOLA

COAT OF MANY COLORS

My best attire,
Burning underneath is me inside;
Influenced by my colorful coat,
Reality amplifies in all senses

Ahmed Gbolahan Ahmed in 5 minutes on youth (fastest)

My youth ma life
My love my wife
Return me to my past.
for the past has a story to tell
My youth has a story to say
The past has a story to teach
The past a lesson to learn
In to the present
Into the future
With success and hope

Haneef Celique in 14 minutes on poetry

Where power is bestowed on the fingers.
Where blood flow instead of ink.
When we see with the heart and not the eyes.
When we feel with the mind and not a single touch.
The feeling of sedentary in an unhealthy lethargy.
The feeling of hibiscus growing in different colours in the heart.
The merry of butterflies in the stomach.
This is poetry, where we write with the hearts in every condition.
This is poetry where we bring out the light in us and silver magic of our dexterity.

Haneef

DREAD by Dauda Onawola

DREAD

Kids are afraid to grow up,
their dreams are fascinating
but the ambience is threatening.

WW XI: WIZARD OF KARMA

KARMIC ACCOUNT

Is It fallible being born and reborn?

In the karmic law of predestine,