memorizing event

Sacrifice! Sacrifice!! sacrifice!!!

Utterly Sacrifice,

Verbally bloody lies,

In gesture of potency attained,

In pastures of odysseys as train,

Perceiving fervors in sensations of teens,

Adopting flavors; the fixation of gins,

Eloquence of terrestrial acquaintance,

Symphonies of foes harmonizing penance,

It's not just the fall,

The calmness in the height we recall,

It ends here; gorgeous faces of bruises,

The trend's fair; broken legs as packaged nemesis,

Aloft, high into the faithless air,

Above, sigh isn't a worthless flair,

The king and the pawn,

Checkmates way of ending fun,

A chameleon to vain in colorless camouflages,

Incapable enough to change their rags,

It's vision; not some acute lengthy sight,

It's passion; brought from obsessed might to fight,

Below this apex lies base,

Narrow this bones; the marrow we chase,

Under this atmosphere, 

We succumb within this fare,

Not to what lies ahead,

Crawling to what lies beneath; still the same reason you hid your real self underneath the bed.

WRITTEN BY:

Nameless Calvary     

Morning Stream

May we flow, under this vital force,
Betwixt low, further in this constant flux,
Wining angry appetites to laws and theories,
Serving hungry equations with kwara's delicacies,

We are strong, as the sensitive edge of a walnut,
We are drugged, hyped by kitchen smokes in uncompleted hut,

Leave us now, never to home us away,
Hang course now, ever to have us sway,

We are thirsty, dehydrated by the water we couldn't drink,
You are chesty, having emptied those drums; this thought we think,

Allowing strange currency in this new state of pennilessness,
We drift away, de-valuing the familiar in void awareness,

Set me high on this coat of time,
Sniff but don't sigh at the perception of lime,
Asthma is a labor, but we pay her no dime,
Despite her goodworks, her workmanship's always a crime,

In this river to the north,
The truth of flow severs away to dot,
They are forbidden,
Just like every 'royally exiled' is hidden,
It's abomination, yet still given,

It's free, even the beggars don't beg it much,
By its tree, their ego prefers the root at such,
Now that it's a commoner fruit,
Let's sell it even to its root,
And when the appearance becomes costly,
They'll stop by just to buy the rotten ones hastily,
The penniless shall everly remain,
Beholding in a mirror; what they once took for vain.

WRITTEN BY:
Nameless Calvary

Featuring the sun

Glow! Glow! Glow!
Don't be a slothful sun; come aglow,
Don't hold up or refrain your flow,
Your timing is perfect; let your radiance flow,

Carving incompetent umbrellas when in north,
We seem more the focus, a constant 'mercury life' our lot,
This effect may be short,
This isn't mere redness; its affection's strangely hot,

We hide, yet it's tide,
It couldn't have rained linearly, but slide,
Our bodies are wet; raging sweats as foreign rivers slide,

It's time, in time, at this time, there's no time, timing goes thus,
The cock is the culprit, the hourglass mocks us,
As if the hands of the clock was to be spared for always moving gross,
We pity ourselves; On nature's red lips, we still apply 'timely gloss',

In one shot,
With several dots,
On one spot,
We claim again our lot,
This fate musn't be fought,
This thinking shouldn't be our thought,
Only this teachings were the familiars taught,

Soar in your dreams,
Feature illusions as streams,
Fantasized colorations mustn't fade or dim,
Awake thyself; become a realist,
Lengthen your stretch, make facade your fist,
'It is finished'; said our 'Savior',
Last time they perished; they claim faults on the sailor,

How loud is your voice?
How low is the echo of your choice?
Deprive your dreams the promises to make them real,
Birth the desire of the only one with 'eternal seal',

'It is done'.. Eventually, saith 'My Lord of all', perhaps to you, 'Not Lord at all'.

WRITTEN BY:
Nameless Calvary

Fervency

Reconstructing views of impotent portraits,
Miming infertile landscapes as if they were traits,
Pondering on this falling state,
The building that was sketched on a clean slate,

Persistence is a foul game,
Referee's whistle shouldn't be the same,
Rematch is the case,
90mins wouldn't even loose the lace,

Strengthen your hope in unrealistic dreams,
It's impossible! But not the language in films,
There ain't a ladder here,
We started our climbing there,

Such climatic strength should be a seasonal fervor,
Whether we flew or we took angel's flight; opposition's blade remains 'razor',

That's who we are,
The end isn't that far,
We keep on,
Keeping on and on like the sun,
Pointing gun, claiming fun aren't one,

This is the divide,
we made it, they yet cried,
Tears of joy in facade of sorrow; I perceive pride,
"We were tested at every point and even tried",
The language of 'Paul The Gospel Guide',

Nurse the thoughts,
Grow the ideas,
Fan the dots,
It'll be mind blowing when it appears,

A step to success,
A love poem to the goddess,
Money is love,
A virtuous woman chosen by her curve,

It's just fervency,
It costs fluency,
The current becomes the currency,
Our ignitions spurs ecstasy.

WRITTEN BY:
Nameless Calvary

Published books

Lamentations of a Nameless Calvary
Woes of a Nameless Calvary
The Cross of a Nameless Calvary
Ode to His Diadem of Thorn

Pain

Who will be my apothecary and mix for me an elixir that will kill my pains and revive my soul?
Who will prescribe an ailment for this ailing deject broken heart... albeit, we smile, howbeit, teardrops lingered somewhere... Pain is a pernicious reminder of our human conditions... We never wanted to be the God that made us gods.. we only wanted to see beyond imperfections and be free from immortality... howbeit, t'seems; we are now 'free from the freedom' that saved us from death...

perhaps, the time has come for the angel of death to as well ask for the breath of life... not from a baneling, howbeit, from the power that entered and left the grave... the power that made gods coffins lowered in the funerals of men!!! The Name Jesus!!!

Heavy Vanity

why should a man be born when he'll still die.. why should flowers blossom when they'll still wither.. of what use is happiness when sadness is always a lasting companion.. what is difference does smiles makes when frowns comes afterwards... i have searched and searched howbeit, i found none.. what found me was a purpose within... i discovered something new under the sun.. a reason to live lies in the 'interim' .. there is a goal that's needed to be accomplished between the time of birth and the time of death.. it was unveiled to me the misery between 'once upon a time and there lived a man'... utterly meaningless.. that was actually what the teacher said... albeit, it's been 'yore' howbeit, its echo seems louder than its voice... the world eventually will end up in absolute powder and in misplaced dust... i have only showered on thee some good memories of mine! as a Nameless Calvary