Spell binding

I am spell bound.

Bound by the myth of the unspoken spell.

Bound within gates of an open cell.

Every story about it I may tell,

Can never really tell it as well,

It tells like words of sort of mysteries,

Great magic in me is this real humility,

Something above me; put simply,

Same time giving me Identity.

Slowly toward a conquer

Submitting to sweet surrender

This ego is not really a contender

A lacing by experience and grievance I remember

A stance firm still free to substance

I just might be if given my chance.

May 2, 2011 at 5:52pm

Just a tourist

Are'nt we all normal?

Understanding of each other less than Cordial,

Accents Give a sense of diffrence,

discrimination and judgement in our eyes and silence,

How different from the other, the hair the colour?

How about mental order?

We walk past each other,

sometimes hurt one another,

We all love our mothers,

Given standards by our Fathers,

I will protect my sister,

always stand by my brother,

Give a chance to some other.

I realised the common trend of life order

We share love similar to each other,

Fear wars, hate betrayal, and have a sense of honour,

Yet! Prejudice, stranger at birth,

Mentors hate at some stage of growth,

Open our eyes see and feel love in our senses,

Be blind to hate and accents that gets on your nerves

Copyright ©2009 Nanpan G Guyit

This wind

Prophetic wind of change coming through.

When usual things are strange; not like we use to.

I feel, I hear, I plea, ever like now I need it

In spring to bring a stage of complete!

This is it, in this moment of bliss

I hear it sing blowing over everything in a hiss

Feel so nice and soothing

It reassuring its cooling

Just love this feeling.

Maybe something just passing.

Maybe prayers seek landing

Could just be momentary finding

But the hope it brings is worth believing

Just might be the waited revealing

In this life of search and finding

The one thing I speak when chanting

I am Living, dying, that this somehow change.

Nigerian made

May 2, 2011 at 5:55p

I hear U

I hear a calling

Defences maybe falling

Beneath my mind a yearning

above all,

My soul: the hole in need of filling

Its not about mindful intriging

its more about doubts of Isolating

Its where I am and heading debating

It seemed fine but its all not relating

Its a case of mine for compulsary sharing

I am full of happy feelngs

Still, I hear the offer for full healing

Though no more needng

This thought: she feels fulfilling

February 26, 2012 at 12:42pm

Need Power ; See Something

What is this I find me into, 

How is it this wind always comes to. 

I feel it now, how I wish it would just run through. 

It's there definitely, feel it strongly too. 

Now what to do in my brew 

Need a miracle, complimentary too 

Ill give all I find to use. 

Feeling of luck mixing with fate, 

Cold serving no plate. 

Not to Argue with the plan , 

I dread pain; on one hand. 

Can I be the hand that heal 

I already know in me what I feel 

Until You Say, its never a seal.

June 22, 2012 at 6:57am

Syn: Destiny and Me

I am still practicing the things i believe. the young little boy with a heart that is kind and mild in its many parts. he is serious, curious definately not oblivious of what this existence presents. The sixth sense, non sense, it makes some kind of sense.

Ok its all about pretence, to live the existence behave only be the rules some ones gave. love me, they say and want to watch him live it this way, no way but one way or else the best of me gets away.

Living it low, going real slow because this is how eveyone wants you to go and yet it is known these roads are already well known.

Lack of power, feels so soar, so you just stay under radar and just pray and wait by the hour. if only they will listen, all the solutions i will hasten just dont let your soul be overtaken.

The streets of my city, the beats of my synphony living life pretty dangerously loving so intensely while eveyone is saying gently, gently..

Dont they see, i am made of plenty the good and the ugly, all these things fulfil me while the world is out to refuse me.

Every nick name is my name even if you take it as some kinda game you gotta believe this boy with the plantain, the dance and the bounce soul stance, all the same.

No tears, not trying to hurt any ears, but sometimes in the quite the seem to forget me was sometimes my only fears.

Dads baby plays with me maybe, mums sweetie honey baby.

With the radio, in my cameo listening to songs of sweet soul. Mbonny in my memory was like a favorite symphony.

Then a baby buffalo soljahing dont even know what i thought then was the meaning. Soul rebeling, boundary attempting was born to live a life without regretting.

At times i am raging, when ever my intergity recieve underestimating, you see back then i was still manifesting so its okay to do all that over-reacting.

Today nothing much to say, doing anything try to make any day a better day.

Still on, steady rocking have always loved the love in a song, my song our songs have always said heal the world for long.

WRITING STYLE;I Call the rhythm of expression.

This is the writing style. This is the way I say what I know. The feelings of what you say holds the true meaning and understanding of the sentences. You then understand in your senses. I just say it my way. Generally comes with some sway. In the way I lay each word and put my whole story on display:For you; to understand the way my feelings try to put its capture to you. I pull you in coz everything and more actually lies within. The lies about the way it is and how each one finds its release.  Say in the way everyone understands there is nothing wrong in knowing only what u feel and each feeling is meaning.Bouncing like waves, the words pauses and stalls on its way being the only visual my eyes happened to see.It’s the same thing everyone is trying to say but your way really understood, tells the same story about everyone’s part of the HOOD. ;-)Everyone’s ones way can add a little sway to the way I relate with my own replay of the day. . I was sad but not exactly but close to yours. I definitely do not know it all. Take mine, Let me borrow from yours.Let my semi colon be a pause that continues quarter skip of the pause and just go-on’ on its cause.Some accent signs showing some dents in the seeming flat street. The signs sometimes are an emotional expression of the visual depicture of that situation.Even this definition is more in the way and moments the words arrange it all. It is also in what I chose to say or those I did not: and leave it some; to your own thoughts that might change and try feeling my Say.