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Missive To My Children

Trends mirrored me
I wrapped fire in my gut
Passed through the cells of light
I cut my anchor rope
Struggled to realize my dreams
I floated above time
All is left to me alone - alone
The suffering - sleeplessness
I swam the opposite of my tragedies
I'm a prisoner despite the distress
I did not give up my sails to the sea
In the memory of my begining
I walked in my derby
Criticism - heart breaks - suffering
I wore them my stories
Walkers hated me
Lookers spited at me ugliness
I held it for years
Crossed it to sleep on
Hugged it - Hugged it
Mortgaged myself
Watered all my seeds
Although revolution is repeated
Yet career has not risen
Planes of enemies
Tasted the scourge of the earth
Civilization denied me
Parties divided me
Earth hunger revolted it
Soul milk satiated it.

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After Niyi Osundare: Not My Business

I’m no longer that 
Who like to talk 
It’s not my business
With the affairs of the wind 
Who look like breeze 
In it absence
Fill the hearts of the soil
With lies - & succeeds.

What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam 
From my savouring mouth ?

I’m no longer that 
Who like to preach
It’s not my business
To blame the breeze 
When its sights are mortified 
Without light but lies.
Mention to it, directions
Pledge to it fealty   
Monsters appearing to be its beholders.

What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam 
From my savouring mouth ?

It’s not up to me to fight 
Can I take care of breaches with my own hands?
I’m myself amaze at how good the breeze destroy the properties of the wind 

What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam 
From my savouring mouth ?

I’m no longer that
Who like to advise
It’s not my business 
With the affairs of the breeze 
When they think the wind
Already learnt the biography 
Of the soil guided by God
But have for them traces of robbery on their faces 

What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam 
From my savouring mouth ?

I’m no longer that
Who like to narrate 
The affairs of the wind 
It’s not my business 
To consult - suggest - argue the administration of the wind

What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam 
From my savouring mouth ?

I’m no longer that
Who like to be a seer
It’s not my business
But the plan of a wind result in harm
Increase the joy of destruction 

But it’s none of my business after 

My silence hurts……….

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Catch a Breeze 2

The wails of a goddess comes with heated heat & excitement / that causes stings / a symptoms of Gonorrhea / but with the right boot "Goals no rare"
To those who long my goddess with me / i send loads of love to fall on you / I'll continue to chest your arrows for I be Drogba / no matter how skilled you're " A le ri draw gba"
They say chelsea owns the blues / you're just An Everton with stripped white lines / you can't lead the blues / i own the blues with it reggae
Every dawn comes with love / but Friday class with barrister tu / hatred - hissess - sudden projects - open test /I cheat / my babe cheat to
After the stress / I come to love the earth with a good soul / sit on the lyrics of Dior with pop smoke 
I'm Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare that's my ID / not Ìdòwú / don't call me ID
I'm a poet / i do poetry / branches bend for me when I'm tired of the summer / that's the poets tree
I return a song of tribute to father Shakespeare / i just murder lines i don't shake spears of poets /they've bars to
I've sealed all the madness of love that dwells in me

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Egalitarian

When the unjust people change colors
& we do not see the justice we are pleased with
We do not see our guardians as helpers 
We cling to the right 
Appoint fairness to our kingdom
Justice as the queen
Equality as the king
We title our nation

           EGALITARIAN

          (2)
Infidels does not remain 
Justice is the highest value
Fairness is the foundation of our property 
Like stars in the dark
We rise above parties & nations
We go to war with injustice
Slaughter the unjust 
Raise their heads to the sky
For the Lord avenger
Swear victory upon equality 
That is the world where I hail from

The EGALITARIAN world

BELLO ABDUL MU’MEEN AYIKI

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Tell Me How You Want It

(Series: Silhouettes)


My eyes weep in their blackness,
& the cores of my heart complain between my ribs
For the affliction of you not loving me, stings.

“Tell me how you want it”

In the midst of misery & despair,
With tears I will scribe from my heart - fill the ocean with lines describing thy beauty 
If that is not enough,

“Tell me how you want it”

I will let the moon shine it light on your face,
Steal brightness after the sun,
Slaughter darkness after the night,
I wish you could understand the feelings
If that’s still not enough,

“Tell me how you want it”

I will let you live in the midst of my breath,
I will be your heart,
You will be my soul,
& be my breath
If that’s not enough,

“Tell me how you want it.”

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You Miss Me

(Series: Silhouettes)


Hello - Hello
Miss me?
Sorry - ere the dawn came
Seven moments beat me with a smile from the roots of my nightmare
Joy reminds me of you
Sadness reminds me of you 
Warmth reminds me of you
The cold reminds me of you
Laughing reminds me of you
The river reminds me of our love
The cliffs collapse & tears over flow 
Our love is like the flame blown by the wind
It stays shining & afloat.
From the monastery of exile
& the shores of death 
Just believe me 
Even when odds are against me 
Remember me
Without you - I’ll not live 
I’m a mountain not a mile
I’ll stand by your side
I won’t love your parting

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Let Bygones Be Buy Guns

I have carried you in my arms round the four seasons,
Connected you to the memories of a train & station, 
You were the last train that travelled day & night over the arteries of my hand, 
You were my last train & I was your last station.
You were responsible for the joy of my world,
I made you a star in my orbit,
I crumbed the bread of my ambition - Divided it into two, 
Gave you the shape of my mouth -When you spoke, people found my voice in you.
I love how we climbed the orbit of the planets of myths & wonders.

All the memories are now moods in a moment of ferment,
Your temperament are within a moment flared,
I love your stabs because they never come from behind,
I love your unbending fangs of vampire malice.
I sleep filling my eyelids with your lashes of madness, 
You turn someone else on to comfort you - satisfy you 
Because I taste bitter. 
It’s normal with you - but weakens million arteries in me
I have cooked from the coal of depression - my tomorrow is dead.
You’re now an absence I mention every moment - I regret that.
How much it would have been easier 
If I have died scattered among winds & turbulence, 
Drown in a raging sea - carrying folds of a wave of my corpse,
& not to write those pages again the moment you betrayed me - broke the covenant of true love.
But I promise bygones will be bygones when I finally buy guns to shoot to death the disturbing memories & worries.

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A Filthy Parasite

(A World of Monsters & Men series)

Turn off the lights
Lower the sound - or silent 
Stop talking for a bit - I mean perfect decorum
Let me think 
Let me sink myself in the ocean of my thoughts 
I need to clear the waves in my mind
For some time - maybe longer.
A filthy parasite is eating at my core
All that makes me whole
All that I’ve deep inside
Leaves me lifeless- at least not living 
The blooming flowers in me are cutting themselves 
I hardly feel alive 
Burn out - lost - empty - empty
I now face life in the face of a cancerous ulcer

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After Khalil Gibran: On Children

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said: Speak to us of children

And he said:

Oh multitudes of children 
Sensually sensitive 

(1)
O piece of my liver - my dewy hair,
My day - my tomorrow, 
The sweetness of knots.
“Your children are not your children “
They’re sons & daughters of life longing itself “

(2)
We cry out from the pain of their arrival,
Mourn - if they’re lost to the clouds of the world,
Still, leave traces - fragments of broken memories.
“They come through you, but not from you”
“And though they’re with you - yet they belong not to you”

(3)
We play with them like playful birds,
Over hillocks in bright fields,
Yet the light of excitement will shine in their blood.
“You many give them love, but not your thoughts”
“For they have their thoughts”

(4)
In the orchard of our contentment,
We make them have fun - feel here,
Have their bodies wander with enlightening hope.
“You may house their bodies but not their souls”
“For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow”

(5)
The world other than the bitter world
Far from darkness & yard
Where there’s no violence, sorrow & tears
& graves covered in secret.
“Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams”

(6)
Children play is not our game,
The determination is like iron,
It captivates our soul - but not the spring of old age.
“You may strive to be like them”
“But seek not to make them be like you”

(7)
We want to go back - live in the childhood,
With beauty - pleasure,
Innocent - highness, 
going back will not be considered striving
“For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday”

(8)
We give them the palm of living,
They give us their hearts,
Perhaps, there is a thousand meaning behind it.
“You’re the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth”

(9)
We see them as colorful arrows - They see us as a matchbox (Archer),
Travel pass our forearms -
Leave us juicy inscriptions,
From the will of the divine spirit.
“The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far”

(10)
Let be to them, An Angel,
Brush their path with jasmine - make them smell like fragrances,
For HE loves arrows that does not know the meaning of sins.
“Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness”
     “For even as He love the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.”

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That Peace Might Exist

The hate is strong,
Make fun of peace song,
The wars - bloodshed,
The quarrels - veins of the heart dry up,
The grief - hardship,
Exhaust our prayers for revenge .
 
Peace of roses to flowers, 
Peace of fragrance to ambers,
Peace of the cloud to the breeze,
Peace of the stars to the moon,
Peace of the sun to the day,
Peace of the wave to the sea,
Imagine we all live as one
& our smile like the splendor of flowers,
That you might exist;
We want to wake up one day
Feel strong & warm,
Fear not the cold,
See love unite us all,
See the wounded heal,
See the universe as spring.
 
You might call me a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
Hope you will join me one day
& the world will be one.