PSALM 99
Thy love is my shepherd
I shall not lust
It makes me to lie down in green pastures
It restores my soul
It leads me in the part of righteousness
For goodness sake
Yeah, though I walk in the company of many ladies
Fear not
For thou are with me
Your smile and your thoughts, they comfort me
You prepare a table before me, in the presence of your many suitors
You anoint my head with kisses
My heart skips a beat
Surely, your love and blessings shall follow me
All the days of our lives
And when we come together as one
We shall dwell in the house of love
Forever."
Owolabi Awwal Olanrewaju-
I write to express not to impress
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In my mother's house [after Ace Micheal]
My mother's house was built
On a castle of faded hope and misguided ambition
The walls are painted
With the blood of innocent strangers
Who wanted to make her backside-
Their relaxation center
In my mother's house,
There's the portrait of hunger
Hanging within the four walls of our tummy
We share The Grace every night,
As dinner
Mother said it's a morsel of faith
And after every round,
Our crumpled belly would chant a loud Amen!
In my mother's house,
Silence is a language
Understood by both the young and old
So when she comes back every night
And shake her head,
We know we've to share the grace again.
Owolabi Awwal Olanrewaju ©-
SONGS OF JEZEBEL.
Upon my bed by night
I sought him who will hold me tight
Oranges so fresh, ripe and bright
An horn-gry man to take a bite
I sought him but found him not
Now, my body moves like a train
And this drives me nut
My legs are like the Red sea
In-between, men drown
Only Moses's rod can save my thighs
O man of go(ur)d
Pour in me, heavenly fluids
Let's prey on the couch of moans
Thou shalt not worship in haste
Bit by bit, till thy kingdom cum.
Owolabi Awwal Olanrewaju-
Love,
as your name implies
Set yourself free
from the shackles of the past
Love hurts,
but yet it heals-
Money cannot buy happiness
So they say,
But being rich
Brings happiness.-
The most PRECIOUS thing
in the world
Is neither gold
nor silver
But your smile,
which brightens my day.-
A writer never dies
They are immortal
Albeit in the pages of their books.-
Worry not about tomorrow
For she is an adult
Who will take care of herself-