Archival of Tales

CHURCH GIRL - By:Blackpoet She unclogged to me The chapters in her skirt Genesis And through the Psalm of her thighs I Redeemed her Chapel With the Apostolic Of my Lord chosen rod That jingles like the Cathedral bell O! Her Living faith Doomed in the Celestial Of my Cherubim Annointed by the Mountain Of my fire O! Lord, she is indeed A Pentecostalist with no Synagogue Forgive me, for I had baptised Her holy and pure region! With the goblet of my Babylon Huh! Lord of the church girl Nurse me! For I wasn't John But I went Deeper in life Into her bloomer's Assembly All rights reserved  -Bl ackPoet 2019

Bill(inn) i wept soaked in the inn of billing despirate & dubious to bite & burn my dime i winced & got whipped after she touched me & as soon as the magic hand on head disappears; then nothing remains for a hopeful affection of billing. i yelled by a fondness that after leaving the inn billing follows afterwards then; when she ever come  billing for things at your feet push them down and avoid  any invitations to there feats. — AfeezWrites

HEAVEN Heaven, A place where the Righteous ones dwells. Heaven, A place meant for the believers and not for the unbelievers. Heaven, A place where sorrows, You see no more. Heaven, A place where there is no pain and afflictions. Heaven, A place where sickness, you see no more. Heaven, A place where Time matters not. Heaven, A place where day and night has no business in common. Heaven, A place called paradise by the saint's. Heaven, A place filled with Joy and Happiness. Heaven, A place where our dreams Lie's on. Heaven, A place meant for the Holy ones and a clean heart. Heaven, A place where we all live to be loved. Heaven, A place everyone wished to be someday. Heaven, A place where I called a home of freedom. John fwreshez

When the weather becomes hazy!  love it when it rains  So cool; where trees rustle With droplet of water  To add warmth to the day. I find inn in the rain So that; I could seat & play To wash the worries of yesterday's And ease yester-pains' Rainy season of nature - Cascading waterfalls On all man In intense pouring To all affairs Of man! — AfeezWrites

If Nigeria was a Book. If Nigeria was a book  her story will be strange than a fiction. & her glory would be seemed to be an illusion the tale is that; the tragedy of corruption - over creation and even distribution had rolled our nation into degradation If Nigeria was a book i shall be reading with a sigh, because our democracy has loose it values - & good governance is no longer at ease things had fallen apart; tears  If Nigeria was a book it'll probably strange to read by the way the writers & reviewer's now filled the epistle with fangs  where no one now read, frightened If Nigeria was a book what will you do with her knowledge full of scars and stars? Nigeria our independence now give  fifty - nine years than been independence where subsistence & freedom are by gone If Nigeria was a book by zeal & interest in our spirit unmanageable to reading of unappreciated on writer's & poet

— folks of lewd. lust & lewd trauma causing lost less & less in righteousness to every moment of life. when lusty you later spend in lost losing fraternity to lustihood. nothing is sinful to urge outside lust! — AfeezWrites