DERAILED

DERAILED

Declination of moralty
Decay of trust
Destruction of faith
Decisions of the race
Did to us huge derail

That we no longer care for fate
That which becomes of the successors
The whole of the things to drop on them
The new face of our mistakes
Those old things abused with their goodness

When it is our turn to nurse the next generation
When the crown falls off the true king's head
What is the fate of natural discipline?
When it is our turn to be in front
What do we tell the audience, the next line of the human race?

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

MICHAEL SIMPSON

MICHAEL SIMPSON

He defeated distance and sentiment
and some other things beyond human control.
His heart is spacious enough to contain the world,
wherever you are his light shall find you.
He is the superordinary man of word
that appears to us like an ordinary man.
An encounter with him is enough
to keep one going in the adventurous Word Land.

For example, he held a West African me tightly,
I mean a South African him.
His passion rules over so many realms,
he is one man to remain.

He choses a mortal form to help humanity,
he is truly an immortal and that stands.
From here and now on, his name shall occur and reoccur
in history of word.
His praise cannot be sang, his might you cannot imagine,
his tentacles wraps the Earth mildly and passionately.

May the Almighty bless his mortality with abundancy,
the least he could get for his affection for humanity.
By name, Michael Simpson, may the POET'S INK never ever dwindle.

A few more people like him in the world is needed that word may weigh more.

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: d.phinix

WHITE GRAVITY

WHITE GRAVITY

If i don't see anything
I see the decrease in unity
And increased love for vanity
All exhibited by the new humanity
From what history relayed
At least in my own polity
There was order and more sanity
One thing we can all do vividly
Is treat peace like gravity
Allow it hold the human population steadily
On Earth that we march harshly

Fly in air swiftly
Drift across the ocean smugly
Walk the land from here to there
Like seriously
You are still enjoying the beauty
Of one planet that holds that much bounty

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

Experience

Experience leads the way...

Personality

As it appears...

BUSINESS OF FAITH

BUSINESS OF FAITH

The good men knew they shall leave someday
They work to make it a heavy moment
Heavy enough to sit in history
But a pain for them and the kingdom
Is that the prophecies hold that
The destination of the world is the end

The proofs are evident
The Ayats cannot be doubted
In bountiful mercies of Allah
Holding up the pillars of faith
As simple as they are
Compared to worldly self harms
That we all prefer

Doing good, a thing to make humanity better
Piety and submission on the recipe of humility
Incorporated in all of these is ease
And of course, assurance of a blissful hereafter
Almost all you need to achieve
Is a blissful immortal life
In the hereafter of forever

If I invest my few years on Earth in the business of faith
And you roll around here in hard pleasure
And I get longer decades of enjoyment
And your reward is endless centuries in severe pain
Who lost and who gained?

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

LOVE

LOVE; NATURAL DISASTER

Like tornado, earthquake and the rest of them
Love is a naturally existing disaster
A friendly enemy of man
Sweet like the fruit that the serpent gave to eve

The curse on Mankind
The first curse that we are not blind
What brought us here was not kind
The victims could bear me witness
In the name of love, a lot is deep in mess

Her offspring, jealousy
And this changed the course
Into a curse

If I had the reason to exist
My life and time could have been in paradise
The right wing of heaven
Our lives might have been in Eden
Love is just the nomenclarture for a phenomena one can't comprehend

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

ART GONE WEIRD 2

Point at the drawing hand... Good luck

THE ROOT

THE ROOT

In the days that are old
Wealth was defined right
Women married farmers
There and then, joy of union
Contempt with wants

The sons and daughters of era
Took advantage of natural laws
The definition wasn't perfect
But perfect, somehow

In the quest for perfection
The progenitors' belief was entirely ruled out
And now, should an individual progeny be called upon to state wants
Off goes my ink in ten places
Yet one is still on the mention

When we search and couldn't reach the limit
It might be route of destruction
Just as it might be the right path
Let's come back to the baseline
Check where we missed it
Definition of what have we

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

SEPARATED

SEPARATED

His life went before him
The drag on the mountain befell him
The life of his love vanished
She was more than love
He became a drunkard
Everything proper
Looking like she won't come back
That the remaining time here
Shall be spent in austere notoriety
In a state of eternal loss
He fought and won
But not with the ease
With which he fought a god
In the presence of his life

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA