YOUR ONLY FRIEND
Out of the night she's called for you
and raised you from a restless sleep
into the life you're going through,
into the life you can not keep.
She's known by all, her name is Death,
you see her, then you realize,
she is your very final breath
and you have seen it in her eyes.
You look again, to clear your head
but truth is truth, and now you know,
your book is finished, it is read,
and now it's time to go.
So long you wondered who she was
if she would ever be a friend,
but now you see the love she does,
and it is there beyond your end.
She whispers all the things you've done
and sings them in her song
each rising star, each setting sun,
it all played out, but played out wrong.
And there is nothing here for you,
so welcome her, she is your end,
and go to where you must go to
to know sweet Death, your only friend.
Haunted by fears of abandonment he lived a life of counter measures
always aloof, his deceptions were a well rehearsed performance;
ultimately judged as inconsiderate and unforgivable;
And labeled as an insignificant happenstance that must be made to pay.
He measured his meters ever so carefully thinking he knew time so well;
Waiting for things to be right but never imagining it would never come back;
But in the end it wasn't time it was life and like a parentless child life;
Delivered to him but a centrifuge of what was once a living dream.
the man only wanted to be loved for who he was and not what he pretended to be;
But could anyone possibly know, being the shape shifter he supposed he was.
But he had a heart and he tried to be kind and he wasn’t superman so how did he;
End up labeled a breaker of promises considerate only of that which he desired.
So the man accepts the blame solely as his own for;
He should have known better but he finds these conclusions hard to bare;
And he considers it to perhaps have been mistaken identity of what;
He once believed an undying love was nothing more than a hopeless delusion
Making and doing (poetry) pursuing, with the re-membering of feel
and shape concerned, yet not by all..! all are not intaking of
the coming awareness, with life in rude health and how it forms!
a quest of proportion & perception now unnoticed and unsung
and LOVE..? is it LOVE.? with the (unlovley) or the plain function
or..? even the unfunctioning of humanity not to sing or portray
its truth where..? is there not beauty? if not in all.! all of life as it is
manifest, & with no malady to intrusive! for the negating of mankinds
intrinsic judgmental leaning, both inner and outer to an eventuall despair,
(is ever the better love of all & in all affairs.)
Sentenced To Live,Licenced To Give
Chariot of horse,clarion with hoarse,bastion of choice.
I project aboard,my walk in life about.
On the abrasive of craft,by the shaft of the tool of want,
I decipher the yields of the fields.
Aesthetics and complexities;my work will wodge a lodge
to harness.This legacy,these messages variegate my
desires to attune in aspire.
Sentenced to live,then I reason death to poison.
The umbrella to shade the form,the aubriella conform affix.
Bounties of gain liken to effigies of main.
The course of drive my cause,the fuss of cline my force,
The joys of life my plot.
When I look upon the mountain of roam,to decibel my
fountain of goal-As a forethought:I cladded my mind in rock,
Later with my furnace of of prise,it melted into a rise of emission.
To give my flakes in resource,to lift my stakes in return,
To even on the pallet of balance my reward.
Licenced to give,coffers of valour belay the corners of colours
and honours.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
Constipation of the Mind
no words coming out
blah blah blah
blank page
whiten sepulcher
ink run dry
damming up the stream
the Beavers run and hide
Zombie effect is me
craving for brains, the life
source to carry myself
staple the bird down
cage the beast
silence the cries and needs
emptiness and voided
of any logic
reason,
Nothing to say
Nothing to offer
feeling dead yet alive
Limbo effect is me
floating, not falling
not really going anywhere
stay still
Meditate on life
Breath in
sluuuuurp
Breath out
wooooosh
actions require Mindfulness
Mindfulness requires process
the Willpower of the soul
to take charge and flap
its celestial wings to the
Open-embracing horizon
closer and closer I fly
wings melt and I do
finally fall, and sensations
return, I for that split
second completely embraced
by the warming light, totally
consumed, Moth in the flame, then
with the feeling of rushing
water and air, I return
Trying to find inspiration
In the simplest of things
To ascertain some meaning
To my existence
Am I destined for a life of mediocrity?
Or a life of diplomacy?
Only time will tell
One's life is unscripted & undetermined
Until we decide to take initiative
To hold our breath & dive right in
We'll never know our true potential
Or where our value lies.
The little monkey in its cage;
That looked just like a baby.
Now he’s riding on your back
And you think he drives you crazy.
The monkey tells you listen;
It’s best you feed me now.
You tell him that you got no cash;
But you’ll work it out somehow.
You offer him some tidbits;
That should hold him for awhile.
He tells you that it just won’t do;
As he digs with claws just filed
Give me some narcotics; he says;
You have to make me well.
I’m the monkey on your back;
I can make your life a hell.
So of course you feed the monkey;
It’s just something else to serve.
But the monkey makes your life so sad
It’s more than you deserve.
The monkey use to be so cute;
Now it’s ugly and insane.
And people call you junkie;
As if it was your name.
You should overcome your habits;
Or lose all your control.
And your life will be a darkness;
That you’ll never really know
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