Integral Value

NEVER LOOSE FOCUS

From the cloud of hope, he's risen,
Driven straight to the deep,
By a rope well felt, but unseen.
From the source, taking a seep,
Ideally, it would be,
If only there be focus.

A soldier ant he is,
Away from the center
He can't take a curve
There, an abode of him,
He wishes to please
Though drought calls,
A colourful light
Could point the peak
If only there be focus.

Finally, from the hills, he saw it,
The fountain behind his adventure
Then, black happiness sprung up
Ah! to the splashes, he gave his cup
Right at the square,
He sold his focus.

By Aleke Damian Chizoba
©® 2020

THE EVENT AND THE BADGE

Committed to the course
Without being forced
But is there another choice?
Other than pains of avoidance
Hovering over the future.
Passing through this path
Whose enemy is light
With a sense of purpose
Believing victory zone is close
He is determined to keep moving
And aside he pushed, power of fear
Though along this thorny thick
His cloth may tear
Better be it, than living in a snare
On getting to the point where
Light makes vision realistic and clear
The scars becomes a badge of honor

Aleke Damian Chizoba
©2020

THERE WILL BE RAIN.

The clashing wind from the coast
Is digging a hole beneath the flame stand
Rapidly burying the actives in his sleeves
And rejuvenating hopes of dying roots.

It will rain!
The lock on the skin springs
Opened by the flame actives
Whose wings he pinned down,
A signal to his presence.

I heard the tune of the roof's drum
Announcing his feet's pounce
That releases stress on the neck
And barring the roof of pain stains.

Now it rains!!
A freedom for the skin
From the pinching nails of a ruthless sun
Yes it rains!!!
And greeny will be again
The white-dusty field.

By
Aleke Damian Chizoba
©2020

NEVER GIVE UP

When life presents you a cup of test
Massaging your bones with balm of stress
To stop you from seeing the mountain crest
Think of the sweet melody,
The song of you being your best
Then drink the content without a mess

She may come with such a plan
To hit you like an empty can
To offer you a bag of harm
Inscribing pains on your palm
Don't panic, just be calm,
Watch her steps and be a man
Then beat your chest and say I can.

DAYLIGHT

An iroko upon a mountain top
His tears!
Nutrient to the valley crop
He could be that mighty?
Many cheers!
Seriously for his sake!
Them that are thirsty
Their bed, they hate

Close on his arrival
Surely!
On this battle of survival
To the muscle of their purpose,
There must be a a revival.

Without a knife
The Blacks he slaughtered
Then for the Whites,
Built them an alter
For a continuous strife
When he is alive.

Yes!!
That these chores will end
I need my friend
So he has to die
Many servants cry.

On the tail!
Of the procession to his grave,
There trail!
Champagne in bed,
Though, it is– that those bound crave,
All creature enjoys it's serenity.

©Aleke Damian Chizoba
Geoscientist.