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E M E

Eagle Mind Entertainment
We do this, for the love of infotainment
We are E pluribus unum
Yes, cos we breaking from the norm

EME, on the 1st Of April, 2016
Striving, to wear diamond rings
We move fast, chasing big dreams
God's blessing is over the brims

We've got the boss man Kellywane
Slim, but with lines to make it reign
We've got the manager Francis
Cool dude, fat with big chances

We've gat the comic Utaba
Laughter moves faster
We've got the Xfactor Yungprince
With lyrics make you dance, run things

We've got the newest slim Kelvin
We make you a lyrical wedding
In the background is Orakle Aka Drizzle
EME stand up, let the public whistle

Thanks to all you friends and foes
Families, and those we've stepped on toes
Let's be one and keep it real,
Together, we gon show them skill

#OrakleOfWords
#2017ToRemember
#EagleMindEntertainment

Poetry on DEEP WORDS 1 - by Orakle of Words. Here he talks about Words having power to manipulate actions. Think before you talk. Peace Y'all.

Deep Words 1

Words in a jam for discuss
Figurative or literal like a resource
I sighed, as the bells toll
Words were kept in a black hole

Some moments I wish I could rewind
Some regrets, I never remind
People say: Givers never lack
So I say: Leavers Never Slack

Now, Life is like a wild race
Time is short for material craze
People create multiple of mild phrases
Every coin has two sides or faces

Watch every moment type words into letters
Distant call, the podium is full of haters
Poetry is like the box of gears and piston
Music is its vehicle, drive carefully and listen

Words have power! Says the Orakle's

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Am Jos a Poet: By Samson Obedi-baba Samson (Words Lord)

Am Jos a Poet

Deep words yet shallow thoughts
Huge wars and few fought
Teach me to fix my letters
And my bears, be roots for haters

Oh darkness, I hate to see you cry
When the moon paves the way, why?
Safe me from the bitter tears
Of the black rain, that’s my fears

I am the shadow, afraid of darkness
We call it poetry, they call it madness
I pray thee, drop your manna
From thy basket of all virtues manner

Give me a ride to fight for glory
With zeal running slowly
Although too far is Ethiopia
Thy footprint leads to utopia

I might be tall in complexion
Am still black, that’s enough deception
Oops, why not we paint the sea Red
That mythologist will be well heard

Wash my eyes from myopia
That I may see sounds like onomatopoeia
Fill in me the missing rib 
So in fame you be my grip

Bury me into Poetry
‘Cos Am Jos a Poet

Silent Tears: by Orakle of Words. A poem taking about the encouragement for keeping faith even in any bad experience.

SILENT TEARS

I thought all were equal til I came to Benue
After the dark night, the sun will make way
I came in search for knowledge, silence
I was placed on the wrong edge, violence

I lost appetite for the gospel
My people were traditionally boastful
Instead of finding the right person
Why not try being the right person?

We try to make everything perfect
In turn makin' ev'ryone perfectly miserable
Now, our conscience is pricking
Life is meant to be durable

I put my ace in the spade
Running towards the tree shade
Who would bring me aids?
Here, my emotions burning like hades

I search for Christianity not religion
I seek for heavenly wisdom
I cry with endless tears, looking for freedom
Life may be broad, but God is my legion

I cry in silent fears
Life is full of smiles and tears
Many die looking for what to even wear
I need a PC, Can you hear me out there?

Poetry on The Old Widow: Talking about the pains and joy of raising a child especially when one lives in the extreme corner of the world today.

The Old Widow

The Old Widow

You were carried  for 9moons in her tummy

Remember, she raised you for life's journey

She protected, catered and raised you

Even with wild talks from people, she still praised you

Her loving cares weigh more than a century

In the cold, her heart burns like mercury

She made you become someone better

For you she was a single mother

In her prime She became old and weary

Her pretty fine face wrinkled daily

Her beauty fades, aged skin and moist

But her Love for you kept her poised

That old woman became pale

She was battered and bruised

She made quiet prayers, sail

Her strength is tougher than Zeus

Her strength is like that of a nation

Her prayers are full of domination

She starves herself just to kill your hunger

Your determination will keep her stronger

That old woman widowed and called sinner

Despised; but she was tougher than Xena

She trained you with teardrops and struggled for years

Now, when you make it, don't forget to bring home cheers

Poetry on Change by Orakle of Words

CHANGE

We could change the world, you and I

we could mount up like eagles and fly

darkness lurks, we don't have to run  

each one reach one, don't await someone

Let our hearts be flesh not cold stones

easy smile and don't fold bones 

we could make the world jealous 

you and i together zealous 

Impatience causes accidents

 life is full of good and bad incidents

sipping on red wine with flakes and zobo 

frustrations can make one jump from Jos to Togo

  

Life gave me 1000 words in one picture 

I sit and read through the scripture

experience,is a great mentor

circumstance and illusion a great tormentor

Imagination - A poetry on love affection. Orakle discovers something new about love feeling.

Imagination

She has the smiles that only heaven can see
Her heart loves calm and more softly
Even though her Body to decay soon
Her Love is like the sun that shines at noon

Something about her could drive one crazy
She could be a diva or the Orakle's baby
Jovial is her style, displaying like a dance
Choosing to let love pick us up for romance

But soon the music changed
Our love plan was rearranged
What we felt became strange
Like a crack gear to piston engaged

Guess soon she discovers
That We are truly lovers
Magic from the very start
Won't let ego tear us apart

Poetry on Blue Clouds by Orakle of Words

MYSTIC

In his eyes I see painful tears
He cries out raindrops without cheers
Friendly, he smiles with unknown fears
Solitude clothing are what he now wears

In the cold nights full of smoke
He lives recluse, what a joke
Emotionally paralyzed as though a stroke
He blazes lone stale, like he's love broke

Without a good pair, he's left with a pale eye
I looked him in the face, he was filled with tears to cry
He's freezing in the cold hands of lamentation
Being punished by forces, love tastes fermentation

He's was blessed to distress
In the face of big mess
He gave love and got hateful likeness in return
Now, he's on fire, but would his feelings burn?

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#2017ToRemember