Budding Genius Poem by Kingsley Egbukole
Budding Genius
These tender ideas budding in my head
Randomly bombarding and crisscrossing
In a network of matrix confusion
Each an innovative invention to be singled
But totally interwoven in prank playing puzzle
How then do I put on paper
So many things in a little head?
When each keep playing hide and seek to comprehend
Do everyone else have this jumble or I alone?
Else I think myself mad!
(Wednesday 30th July,1997)
perhaps you ARE mad! ! ! perhaps we ALL are. Try putting it all on paper nonetheless, and HOPE you are not trucked to an asylum. ;) bri :)
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7/27/2025 4:04:29 PM # 1.0.0
Brother It is only for you....Never say you can say, How it is my dreaming place In the night Black and dark; Where I submit myself to me And having so sweet dream baby It is black...would you mind taking it?