guilty as charge by SIMPLYsea. at nairaland

…….Guilty as Charge……
….
If loving u is my crime
Guilty is my plea.
..
How can i plead otherwise when in my eyes my
weaknesses u’ve already realised…?
..
How can i act strong when at d mere tot of u, d
luv bell within is rung, and wit every luv song
my silly heart sing along…?
..
Can d sun forever hide its shine in d shadows
of d night…?
..
Can a knight wit all its might fight aright with
his luv in sight?
He certainly couldn’t
..
And neither can i…
..
O cuddlemii, if loving u is my crime,
U can read out ur verdict now
Cos guilty indeed is my plea!

LOST VICTORY. by e-talker at nairaland

LOST VICTORY

Thunderous clap barracks
A resounding yell…
On the red carpet of fame
Snap! Snap!! Snap!!!
Camera lights and flashes blinks
In illumination of a star…
From a pogue’s roar came a stunning speech
Once jeered to fail by unstable frienemies-
Scorned by the fans and cursed upon
Till failure beget victory, it became known that

success has a voice, the voice of failure!

heart surgery. [by Topazo]

Heart Surgery. By TOPAZO at naijastories.com

Incise!
do not numb the pain
let it shoot up the spine
like lightning
stunning the senses
out of stupor.
Dissect!
separate the skin
from the layers beneath
rip the muscles apart
pierce the membrane
lay it bare.
Excise!
tie off the offending parts
leave a wide margin
of healthy tissue
spare not any necrotic parts
be radical.
Anastomose!
restore functionality
let there be a union of live cells
working together in unison
sustaining life.
Suture!
close the jagged edges
weave the thread
under the cuticle
limit the scar and the stares
let the healing begin.
“For the word of God is quick and powerful
sharper than any two edged sword, piercing even
to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of
the joints and marrow, and
is a discerner of the thoughts and intent of the
heart” (Hebrews 4:12, KJV)

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE [by Uyiosa at naijastories.com

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE [by. Uyiosa ]

At the pinnacle of a pyramid
No voice will remain unsung
An empire, an ideal prime
As old Babylon blasts higher
The wary grow older
Society withers away from innocence
All engines glowing
The man at the end smiles
A palace full of lovers and well-wishers
Persistent and relentless for peace and manna
Prejudice towards color
The love for rainbow
Up and Forward
Searching for more questions
Day after Day
We strive to define ourselves with murder
Carefully culling the rejected from the rest
The final answer to trouble is death

fire in my vein [by Vicky at nairaland.com

Much I desired when Youth did fire my veins,
To join fair combat with some foe august;
And more I dreaded sloth and creeping rust
Than any meed of martyr scorns and pains.
How would my heart beat quick at clarion
strains;
All to the God of battle would I trust–
As one who, midst the hissing barbs and dust,
From some swift Argive chariot flung the
reins!
But now my pulse is slowed, my veins are cold,
O Spirit of the leafage silver-green–
Now let thy cool sweet shadow intervene,
That I no more the strenuous day behold;
So fold me, as the flocks that rest in fold,
While Hesper makes the darkening sky serene.

by HARDDON. at nairaland.com

Ƒoя long in solitude i sat
And wished some1 out there cud hear ♏ԑ sing
Sing in height of soulfulness
And in d fountain of freedom
Where d gods colour words
And angels drool from its allure
I flowed among d heavenly clouds
And wished ƒoя my kind to klass
Each day, i throw a web
But not a soul will
Not oηε heart feel
They understood ♏ԑ not
And i was coined with craze
He romance words some Saч
He entice wines some whine
But within ♏ԑ, it wells
And den it turns dark
and to ma shell i tranced
In search of solace Ma Wow World was born
And i opined: if dey can’t dig Me, let ♏ԑ spill in
my diaries
And hopefully, find some peace in my pieces
I dot and dab upon coarse canvass
Ƒoя sublime perceptions
Ƒoя d thrills of my wanton ways
My never ending seas
Upon мч aisle i danced slow
Sometimes fast
Until i wrenched all sanity from your sail
And you seee words in its undiluted state
Solo again, i tuk a lil amble
Upon dis vast empty plain
And suddenly, behold, мч long
Dis wand
All spread up in мч before
A quadrangle
Where human in angelic linens danced free
Cuddlemii in kul karess
Firestar in free fall , Quail
Ma heart leap but ƒoя joy
Roll out d drums in d town square
Sound d gong in d market place
Make winé merry and heart red
unleash d dragon
And let men ĸпoω
Dat once upon a time where mere men sleek
lines’ Generals
Let’s dab , shall we?

TED Blog

Here, some staff picks of smart, funny, bizarre and cool stuff on the interwebs this week. First, happy (late) World Poetry Day! Celebrate the occasion with 8 talks from spoken-word poets.

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Just when you thought Vijay Kumar’s robots that fly and cooperate were creepy enough, he and his team have developed a drone that can pick up objects at high speed using a bird-like claw. [The Verge]

A piece by Ed Yong takes an in-depth look at new findings on the mechanics of swarming, a phenomenon that has baffled scientists. Awesome quote: “Cannibalism, not cooperation, was aligning the swarm.” [Wired]

Beautiful photos from Christo’s “Big Air Package” — which is being called the “largest indoor sculpture in history” — being installed at the Gasometer Oberhausen, due to premiere in December 2013. [This is colossal]

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Congrats to Ed Boyden, who was…

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