LUSTFUL LOVE BY PENJAMIN https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lruGZvmaoQc&t=113s At the beating of my heart, the world trembles. At the sound of my name the heart of humanity skip thousand beats; I am the heart of civilization, out of me springs the issues of life, legal or illegal, good or bad, peace or strife. Everyone dances to the irregular beats I produce whenever I strike the drum of desire with the stick of necessity. The love of me is the root of all evil, the lust of me is the root of all evil, I am not the root of all evil, but the lustful love of me. I am the gold bold enough to glitter in the sun, I am the sun hot enough to met the best of gold. Humanity pay homage to me with tears on tired skins, ocean from weary eyes, aches on heavy heads, shoe of dust on wandering feet of unemployed graduates; with poetry in the heart of innocent children whose parents are buried by bomb in catacombs, with imagination of luxury in the mind of penury, with wishes, dreams and aspirations of victims of fate putting on the rags of poverty. I am not God, but I'm worshiped with tongues on the pulpit of those that say I'm mammon, neither a small god, but I'm worshiped with incantations and dancing cowries thrown on the platter of deception. I am not the root of evil, but the lustful love of me. I can't buy you peace of mind, but I can assure comfort and satisfaction of buying many things and using few; I can't get you child, but I can give you the memory that would make another person's child yours forever; I can buy you the confidence your child need to speak amidst peers, for money speak in the congregation of the rich, but in the gathering of the poor humility speaks - poverty makes man humble. I am not the root of evil, but the lustful love of me. Those who say I'm the root of all evil are aliens in the planet of riches. You lust me lovingly, love me lustfully, with everything that makes me you man: you slaughter truth with lies, and wear deception all to have me; you kill your integrity on the altar of desperation all because of me... The love of me is the root of all evil, the lust of me is the root of all evil, I am not the root of all evil, but the lustful love of me. You lust me lovingly, love me lustfully, with everything that makes you woman: you fill your breast with milk of contempt, your nipples nibble on the soul of men till they are left with skeleton of devalued essence. You hate love, and love hatred, yet call me root of all evils when you are the Miss Ruth of all devils. The love of me is the root of all evil, the lust of me is the root of all evil, I am not the root of all evil, but the lustful love of me. I submit myself on the table of power, power became powerless. Take me away from government, and greedy humans will lose interest in power, for where there is no sugar, there is want of insects. Money doesn't make man mad; it only gives him two options, either to be mad, or to MAD - Make A Difference.
Monday 7 May 2018
LUSTFUL LOVE- ELEMIDE BENJAMIN - #SOSPoetrySlam 2.0
LUSTFUL LOVE BY PENJAMIN https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lruGZvmaoQc&t=113s At the beating of my heart, the world trembles. At the sound of my name the heart of humanity skip thousand beats; I am the heart of civilization, out of me springs the issues of life, legal or illegal, good or bad, peace or strife. Everyone dances to the irregular beats I produce whenever I strike the drum of desire with the stick of necessity. The love of me is the root of all evil, the lust of me is the root of all evil, I am not the root of all evil, but the lustful love of me. I am the gold bold enough to glitter in the sun, I am the sun hot enough to met the best of gold. Humanity pay homage to me with tears on tired skins, ocean from weary eyes, aches on heavy heads, shoe of dust on wandering feet of unemployed graduates; with poetry in the heart of innocent children whose parents are buried by bomb in catacombs, with imagination of luxury in the mind of penury, with wishes, dreams and aspirations of victims of fate putting on the rags of poverty. I am not God, but I'm worshiped with tongues on the pulpit of those that say I'm mammon, neither a small god, but I'm worshiped with incantations and dancing cowries thrown on the platter of deception. I am not the root of evil, but the lustful love of me. I can't buy you peace of mind, but I can assure comfort and satisfaction of buying many things and using few; I can't get you child, but I can give you the memory that would make another person's child yours forever; I can buy you the confidence your child need to speak amidst peers, for money speak in the congregation of the rich, but in the gathering of the poor humility speaks - poverty makes man humble. I am not the root of evil, but the lustful love of me. Those who say I'm the root of all evil are aliens in the planet of riches. You lust me lovingly, love me lustfully, with everything that makes me you man: you slaughter truth with lies, and wear deception all to have me; you kill your integrity on the altar of desperation all because of me... The love of me is the root of all evil, the lust of me is the root of all evil, I am not the root of all evil, but the lustful love of me. You lust me lovingly, love me lustfully, with everything that makes you woman: you fill your breast with milk of contempt, your nipples nibble on the soul of men till they are left with skeleton of devalued essence. You hate love, and love hatred, yet call me root of all evils when you are the Miss Ruth of all devils. The love of me is the root of all evil, the lust of me is the root of all evil, I am not the root of all evil, but the lustful love of me. I submit myself on the table of power, power became powerless. Take me away from government, and greedy humans will lose interest in power, for where there is no sugar, there is want of insects. Money doesn't make man mad; it only gives him two options, either to be mad, or to MAD - Make A Difference.
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