A Walk In The Night Poem by Raskome Gabriel Eyaefe

It was the time the day was dead
The workers of the world have gone to their cell
Often it is the moment to sleep well
A relieve to the head of the stress

In my pocket my arm laid
On the mobile the other mate
Punching the keys to see the face
Of the world as it ache

On the dust rampaged road I strolled
Amidst other pedestrians to their home
They make way none seeing what I hold
Also I not minding what they hold

Silent empowered by the dead night
Took over the whole world while
The wind fainted abide awhile
Patting my epidermis so see I no cry

Gabriel, heard I my name called
So I stopped to view who called
Alas! sent by the Church of all
Bro Gabriel of all why fall-?

No moment to be fooled
By the warring world of doom
Come on lets continue the good
work of faith As we make it to the hood

What happened to your faith?
Interrogation added to my weight
Already mounting on my face
Two weeks you left the way

Dead smile stood still on my face
As I looked to the still ground await-
The dust and wind to tell I a tale
A tale to relieve my brain about to ache

The sermon lasted not long
He begone I turned to where I belong

My left leg raised to leave
A black carton still on he dust sleeping
The black carton jumped and cry as I hit
With my leg coming in from cold the

Air.

A man's life is full of goals
A man's life is full of holes
A man's life is full of foes
A man's life is full of sorrows

Sometimes one is always lively
At times one is in jocund living
A time of joy and happy-
Not all time though we are happy

Sometimes we long to sleep eternally
Sometimes we hate to live in the street
Sometimes we hate the Church we read
About all weeks from the black Bib-

If a man is happy he is half living
If there by joy found in a man's teeth
He is a living being
Happiness and joy maketh a man's being

Food and clothes add no life to a man
Houses and cars multiply no life in a man
Money and women add none but sorrow to a man's
Life. Quit the world and seek the man

All food ends up in the john
All clothes end up in the dust
All cars end up in the steel fur
What of the woman? They go too to the dust

Anything which die before you brings evil
Anything you can't hold forever is the devil
Go for the joy
Joy is the only good to be enjoyed

Go to the wood and see the flowers
As they dance and showers
A shower of joy and hours
Of bliss. They never die or bows out

Go to the sea and see the sea
Dancing and flourishing
In never-ending line of entertaining
The on-lookers and eyes beholding

Take your pen and pen in the wood
Take your note and go to the seahood
To write and smile away the doom
planted by the world outside the womb

Sit and stare at the breeze
Walk and stroll in the winding breeze
Amidst the singing wind
And dancing plants and trees

Take REGGAE vibes and be calm
The music that relieve stress from the man
In the sunny day to the early farm
In the evening when twilight smile and band.

So shall a man be alive
So be it for anyone who abides
By the lines of this rhyme