METALLIC WORDS

When we think We think No one can listen It's so marvelous So wonderful I can say things of you And you wouldn't hear Pleasant or unpleasant you It is a place where I am free A place where I am me Without camouflage It is a place where no one Can eat into Unless I let them to It is a place where art is born Before the physical Where music comes from And poetry is formed Where imagery dances In living form With lots of fireworks It is a place no man can oppress It is where my words are processed Before it jumps out of my mouth It is a place The greatest place ever The greatest place .

I am in love In a forest of many women I see only one woman In an ocean of voices I hear only one voice Clear like running water When I am hungry I taste only one woman Only her My toungue desires to taste When I think of beauty I think of only one woman When I think of roses I think of her red lips When I think of sweetness I think of only one woman When we kiss In the midst of people It is only me and her It is only one woman I love Only her I desire ©Anthony Amanso

A building was built people lived there talked in a certain way believed in certain things time traveled another building was built the people  of the old building met the people of the new building "wow their building is beautiful than ours" "how can we be like you?" They learnt from the new building their ways had changed their belief changed when Africa met Europe everything changed we say, Africans did not steal before Europeans came how true is that? there was peace before Europeans came how true is that? we would have been better how true is that? we will never know we can only imagine because what was meant to be has been It is history and we can keep dwelling in the past or work in the present time to dictate what his story will tell of us of this time. ANTHONY AMANSO

HE WILL MOVE AND MOVE  AND MOVE CLIMB AND CLIMB  AND CLIMB WALK AND WALK THEN HE WILL LOOK AHEAD AND SEE. THE STEPS ARE TOO MUCH HE WILL BE IN DESPAIR BECAUSE NOTHING IS WORKING THIS TIME IN HIS WAY HE WILL BREATHE AND BREATHE AND BREATHE AND WANT TO CRY SOME DAYS BUT HE WILL FIGHT AND FIGHT THINK AND THINK THEN MOVE AGAIN BECAUSE AS LONG AS THERE IS LIFE, THERE IS HOPE. ANTHONY AMANSO

Mind pen is free in describing a girl, I know as I know tall like the slim models you know beautiful in her eyes and her lover’s eyes the girl I know is nice and naughty good and evil wise and silly she is free, her whole body free to twirl, jump and shout she is fun looks like a party’s life but rarely goes to one her flaw is her mouth chirps a lot like a parrot her blue bulb brain I like cos it’s not only used in throwing daggers from her mouth but flowers too from her mouth to the mind’s heart. ANTHONY AMANSO

    LIKE SOLDIER ANTS IN A SINGLE FILE NIGERIANS WILL GATHER TO CHOOSE A LEADER.  THEY WILL LOOK  BETWEEN TWO PARTIES AND NOT PERSONALITIES THEY WILL LOOK  BASED ON THE PARTY'S HYPE  AND TRIBE THEY WILL LOOK BASED ON THEIR SELFISH NEEDS AND NOT NOBILITY CREED ALTHOUGH, LIKE A DYING MAN  I LIE IN A GLIMPSE OF HOPE THAT WHOEVER LEADS US ON  WILL LEAD US RIGHT  THE GLIMPSE OF HOPE  THAT WE WILL CHOOSE LIKE ONE NATION WITH A COMMON CAUSE AND NOT LIKE AN HAUSA, IBO OR YORUBA  I HOPE IT'S NOT A DYING MAN'S HOPE  OF SEEING THE NEXT DAY  I HOPE OF. ANTHONY AMANSO