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Matthew Oladele.O Poem
Revered are the Stars that spring you,
acclaimed the moon who enlightens your path.
Hold me in-between your laps -a haven of infinity.
Let me understand your warmth:cold forever despised.
My upstairs in scatteration-your decked face observe.
Wait on the Mortal strand where the Hollow of your thighs is consummated.
Freeze me in you,the World a single figure appear.
You make the Soundings of my Heart so deafening:inaudible to Mortals.
You arrest my Soul at the sight of your tasty sight,
Your Kiss treasure-coated-a well of honey sunk.
Miles apart,your nose my passion reborn.
Broadened is the way on your breast of monogamy where to the brim am made.
Push me from this road:the Sting of death nearing.
Fire me alive;eat me raw,if ever scorned of your touch.
Copyright © Matthew Oladele.O | Year Posted 2015
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Matthew Oladele.O Poem
Holding me dear the treasures of the Fountains;
Footfalls boldly written on the Pinnacle hold;
Strength to all avails with endless reaps,
the Hills and Valleys the expedient domains of familiarity.
Clear is the way-Safe is the Path;
Green is the Blue that sail the cheerful trail.
A deity in the land of embrace,
tidings for the Sea:the air of sustenance breathe.
Saddest the rippest mood a slip of least due.
A tramp devoid of trance with treasures buried in obsecurity.
A daring breath to wield the Sword;
A swifter move to blaze the stump;
'till vengeance governs the bluffy baits,
On the Pose that divest the valid King.
Copyright © Matthew Oladele.O | Year Posted 2015
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Matthew Oladele.O Poem
Hovering over the Lonesome Plane,
My spit a solace for a thirst,
Comes the razing Shines-Feet and Ghost hostily entrailed.
Will I Somehow,Someday My rest acclaim?
Right in the Jungle the scary Soul.
Thick and thin my back like a Machete steers;
Rumblings and Chanting my stillness sped,
Slipping through the Crystals of the Clefts;
Highs and Lows the Slimes My Footsteps shove,
Seems my bloods I descry.
Rustlings and Bangings seem friendlier;
Barks and hustles the clearer way prove;
Nearer now,the tunes clearly sung,
Warmest the applauds that bid My widest thrills.
Copyright © Matthew Oladele.O | Year Posted 2015
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