Guts of gods

GUTS OF GODS (11/11/2018)

The most anticipated poetry show from The Red Cap Poet was held in the city of Jos in the month of November, spelling the year to be a complete one. It was an experience of innate joy, fun and laughter. Educative to the young budding poet, Ruddapoet thrilled the audience with highs and lows of his artistic side. Continue Reading

Poetry

PEN FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

This discord from which you stare

Should be a light to burn from when you glare

Shadows befall and strangle your

Head from your neck so you’re choked tight

You have a gift of the art, itself in pots

A fall from the highest point of knowledge

The integral expressions of desire

Sets to its cloudy fragments

But nothing has been written on that sheet Continue Reading

Poetry

THROUGH THE EYES

Through the eyes of the past
I saw fear and anger
How metals clashed with bones
And how fires melted pure souls
When tears were manure to grounds
That bore our marks and earths bound

Through the eyes of the present
I fear for my anger
How automated minds will spill
Blood for fire and blood for water
Love will find its boundary
And murder for its flaming cause
Where words will find its own curse

Through the eyes of tomorrow
I want to see a smile and tear
Of joy to stay and wean peace
In war or words, fate shall not tire us
Pain shall subdue its sharp edge
Around the curve of life we go
To twinkling stars beyond blues
To loved ones who died with no clue

Through your eyes
I see fear and saw anger
Through your eyes
I saw joy and see sorrow
Through your eyes
I see the future of yesterday
The past of the present
I see a whole new eye
And eye that loves
With lips that curve.
Yes; through your eyes

Poetry

THE VENDETTA I MARCHED

Everyday concocts it’s trials in a hot serving tray from Earth.

Flowers of Tuesday fits this aisle

when the casket holds its sour death.
January comes to mate the hole

and prays for me not to rebirth. Continue Reading

Poetry

WHEN SLEEP THUS COMES

The night shall carry alot of stories
like how we folded our thoughts
and covered it with barren deeds.
It shall covet the moon with smiles of stars
it will be like the veil holding virgins
bounding their winter with frost of pain.
If sleep thus comes
We will both have arrived at the same time. Continue Reading

Poetry

UNTITLED

Salt

The first time I begged your indulgence to help fix my broken piece you did it with ease, I felt at ease to tell you about the cactus holes, the mended bridges. I remember the dusty rooms we swept together and arranged the books on the shelves. Continue Reading

Poetry

LET US TELL THE TALES

Let us tell these tales
by the moonlight borrowed from a yesterday’s sky
under the fires that sparked those first moments,
I sat pale because of the sickening attractions.

Let our tales tell
of the first moments our words kissed
from years written from a heart to another
under the golden sun of my lollipop you accepted. Continue Reading