THE WORDS OF SULI BREAKS SURELY BREAKS THE ICE

The words of Suli breaks surely breaks the ice

My zeal was bulk, earthed in buckets of vastness.

Zealous was my name till forced to meet the zeal-loss.

A name signed in fame framed on stepping stones called shame

A Built-in potential's in my Physique for Success

The Science of my Chemistry attracting me to win

I take down my fears not to give up on fate

I'm a winner, not a quitter; quitters never win

 

 

 

The words of Suli breaks surely breaks the ice

Those Jokers clubed my heart 'cos I sought the A's of flying Ace

Couldn't be close to B's. so I knew not taste of honey

The Traffic turns red when I see the C's

The words of Suli breaks surely breaks the ice

Was Dealt D's for disgrace but I'll exchange this for grace

The operations of E's should be under my heels

What has the shining elf got to do with F's ?

The words of Suli breaks surely breaks the ice

Circumstance ate the hay just to stop my shine

Faced with flying bees that sting me when they're near

The traffic only turns green when I face the red sea

The words of Suli breaks surely breaks the ice

Success is my image, yet was made to diss me

Failure broke my wings but with time, it heals

I'm the Elf; not the failure, will not succumb to failure

I look into the mirror with the eye of the superior

To see not a mirrored image but an original

Unique and fantastic, classic to the peak

Those four walls showed me a photocopy

Sadists as scribes drunk with charm and pain

Sold out to ensure the far you see becomes the sad you see

Still, I keep my dreams alive and need no coffin for mourning.

MY BOO - A thrilling Poem by samkleezy; boo here is used to mean someone you admire and love so much

I like my tea hot, so I prayed for a hottie;

I like my tea sweet, so God showed me a sweetie,

No die on her hair though I could die for her,

Little pretty cutie, she’s a queen of beauty

 

The peace that she bakes is not a piece of cake

She is the green leaf that makes my grin live

She is a fruitful tree with lots of thrill

God did mould her to be more than a model

My boo’s thick enough to own my boutique;

Fantastic classic physique, unique to the peak

She believes she can fly when I work like an ant,

I believe I am high when she walks like a cat

I’m glad to be friends with this girl God befriends,

A hot girl with fans, high without heels;

The pretty one seen on reality’s scene

With outspoken beauty without silent B-U-T

Her unique physique is so peakly classic,

Even fantastic without the boutique effects;

Leaves me little speech, that’s why I’m speechless;

The right spoken words, left words unspoken

She got lots of swags, but she never brags

She’s mastered the times to spice you up like thyme,

Not facially alike with this girl that I like;

But I sight we’re alike when it comes to fore-sight

Hold up of express words by traffic jam on express

‘Cos the duty she expresses can’t be fully expressed

With the beautiful words in vogue in this world,

Unique curves making me cough,” God’s a perfect porter”.

*Boo: someone you admire and love so much

*Hottie: A sexually attractive person

*Sweetie:  A cute nickname a guy uses for a girl he has affection or love for with lust not necessarily involved

*Peakly: derived from the word peak and used here to relate to the top

WARSHIP OF WORSHIP - Worship is a spiritual warship better than any you'll ever know 'cos it's the basic warship God approves

From a door rationed for adoration comes a warship of worship; the art of worship like a painted hart in the heart panting for what it holds dear; not a female deer.

 

I worship Him, for He breathes in me to keep breeding me; just a fellow sheep in fellowship isn’t how this God sees me. He not only parts the seas to pat my back but backs me on His back, raising my feit with his feat until four feet turns into two fit feet.

The earth’s now full of death but I see cure in Christ who keeps me secure; He be Lord yet came to shed His blood, so I’ll worship Him with a hymn.

El-shaddai says even hell shall die, yet He remains the Rock that rocks through out ages as the Rock of Ages. The sages say ages reveal that His blood-spills on the hill still spills out words that heal.

See showers of rain in this reign, showers of blessings that be, else sin and pain would have been overwhelming

The raised queue of distress experiencing this rest as grace comes to the rescue, I’m aced in amazing grace to grow ace.

*feit : knowledge acquired through study or experience or instruction

*El-Shaddai: Hebrew name for " God Almighty"

My Tributes to the house of CU-NIFES - a place where good things never cease

I am a witness to the fullness of this righteous Jesus whose radiance covers the remembrance of God's vengeance since He endured torture to restructure our future; He understood the good that could come out of manhood. The Rock of Ages that still shocks the sages at different stages; His works are diverse as revealed in scriptures from verse to verse without a reverse through out the whole universe. Following the examples from His principle has made it simple for me to trample on scorpions against my dimple.

Dat kind thing, e don tey wey men dey wait for a day to piante comot in comfort after send-forth. Na Baba God mercy infuse love wey difuse grace to take refuse d abuse wey nor fit fuse with our

destiny. Na hin make us never vamose like men wey don lose. As e be so, d reggae we dey dance nor be gbege. What to do? No other alternative than to gallant with our native on d alter of relieve since Baba don totori our belle with popori as per glory touch tori to make us jolly as poporites.

Nor be small thing sha, from FYB (First Year Brethren) to FYB (Final Year Brethren). Need dey for ogbonge beta jollification parole of jubilation based on the confam things wey God don sunsh this house of CU-NIFES...place,wia good things nor dey cease... Is a CU-NIFES there o jere. Na celebration galore mhen...Una sabi as e dey go na, CU-NIFES nor be refrigerator wey dem dey keep sth wey dey gbolor but na incubator wey men for dey mature until dem life palash finish like d shine-shine brosis and soft-soft sisis wey dey catapult from undergraduate to above-graduate so.

As una dey comot so, just in case Satan carry your report, God go remain your support. Satan catapult nor go target your spot. Hin fumes nor go replace your perfume. In case e presume and assume to die on top your matter, he go gbes go vacation but nor go resume. Since devil nor get level, nor fear d evil wey e dey form sey hin sabi because hin performance nor fit touch your inheritance. Whether u deserve am or not, d baba God wey u dey serve go reserve the cris and nice wey Hin don preserve for you. When labour market dey make men craze, divine favour market go dey make you dey praise base on sey na great fools nor dey dey grateful and thankful to the Jehovah overdo wey make our tank to over full.

For the stalites wey still dey the system, incase UNIBEN try turn hinself to ur godfather, na to quick sammer am sey u don already get God the father o, so that when men dey gbagaun dey gbaga for inside unibender, you go dey gbaski dey gbadun for unibester. If e dey form bado, na to clear am sey God the father pass jando na. If e dey parow to spoil your show, na to sunsh am sey the commandos wey ur father dey control many o. If e show as jack-sparrow, na for you to show as God-sparrow be that; normal levels na, enemy arrow nor dey touch God-sparrow. Na why I dey certain sey ur bone and marrow dey kampe even till tomorrow. No matter how dem pro try, dem no get the liver to fit attack the flow of ur glow with sorrow base on sey no foe dey sabi try dem shine-shine bobos and sisis wey God be dia hero.

Hu talk sey e don over Yu ? If I hear. Nor fear jor; abi, yu na learner ni? Na who Hu don help..Hu wey never baf sef. Na wha to you o, why yu go categorically gba kamu to go and die when ur oga at the top never die? Chai! so yu forget sey no matter the matter, dia is God; na im yu com dey believe the oga lie-lie wey dey jangilova you to come and go and die abi? My brethren and sisthren E nor dey over believer o jere. E never finish o, the prim prim of d talk talk wey I gats nack una be sey Life dey too short for dulling so every spirit of dulling, oya control delete; come dey go. keep on LOL-ling while you still have teeth.

Springs Of Praise

What a puzzled nozzle; hustling through the bustling muscles of life on rustles of dryness. I mean, I struggled to free my strangled hope from the angle of depression towards elevation but you know what?

All my try-angles ended in frustration.
A quick reasoning here; isn't it along time coming like from the starting of morning to the ending of evening, yet, seemingly achieving nothing from everything thought to be something.

Oh yeah, whatever!!

Circumstance may keep on teasing but my faith ain't ceasing. Of course!! I know my praising style's kind of fading but I ain't gonna stop chasing God. I'll keep hoping and moving at His word; that sword sharp enough to strike my heart's chorded strings, making the joy bells in my heart ring and springing streams of hymns that keep me blazing and gazing at His dazzling grace; grace so amazing enough to revive my praise. I'll just wait for this praise to spring forth.

I'll keep trusting, longing and waiting. Wait I will, again and again. It's not late to wait, so I'll relate with my great faith to wait without debate in a rate that ensures this date with divine fate in entering the praise gates which springs from He who's never late but lives on to counter Satan's bait and compensate the saints that wait.

I'll wait for His greater glory to transform my story. A survival for a revival at the Springs Of Praise.

CREATION - A written spoken word about God and His Amazing Grace

There's no need to over-stand in this land of wonder since we may not understand if we choose not to wander in the complexity of this complex city called earth; more complex than what we call death.

Life was created through the create-head; the work of the Godhead not through the word God heard but spoke and held.

Through the spoken word came a revolving world; The world looking formless, yet couldn't make the Word's form less.

Any player can choose to play her 'cos she is the ball; this terrestrial ball almost kicked by all is seen as a game 'till the scene's game over.

Creation has an origin from a power over all in gene, over the pest that's deepest; sin; over the unseen on sin and the seen in its scene

Creation's a loving expression not meant for an express shun. It's the Love that's not a poor trait; It is God's portrait. A story of a specially social people with a unique physique of the glory-image of the creator who did create all

We don't have multiple creators; we got just the one who chose to create us. A supreme God that created the earth, who alone can eradicate death.