Petrichor is a complete vernal scent,
an ache so feral it’s filled with lightning.
Waiting for new plans to make a descent
the past seems to leave the future biting.
Plans slowly unfurl and then start to run,
a hit to the soul spiking bone marrow.
With no need to outsource to anyone,
you’re in control of your own tomorrow.
That urge to defenestrate the outgrown,
when you impel it’s a breath of fresh air.
Nervously investing in the unknown
feels a bit like that initial jump scare.
Choking on such cloying efflorescence
vestige broke in exposing my pretense.
There are words I have written
That I can't collect to record
The time is gone, lesson learned
Where I learned to wield my sword
I've delivered my works
Like a mother giving birth
The fruit remains undiscovered
In seed form, deep within the earth
I grieve who I could have been
If influence would have graced my plight
LOVE has a greater plan I can't know
Until along the way, I'm graced with sight
I don't regret my decision to flow
The unknown has been dark and full of sorrow
But authenticity has grown me into identity
That is etched in the bone marrow
There is no need to declare where I've been
When you can experience His grace in my presence
His LOVE has formed patience in my movement
And compassion has formed TRUTH in my essence
...thank God for my untold story
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-18-2026
through bone marrow, an ordainment
cruises, initiated plasma expecting
sit strategic observe vibrations
lips inward as pursing to utter mama
softly whisper, then careful cobra hiss
tongue presses roof for decisive ignition
hills like Rainbow Vinicunca nurture
becoming erect, spine steeled slither
clocked, emphatic descent to reascend
spirit’s grains congealed prudent
guiding kernel’s evolutionary action
imperative transformation willed
_______________________________
big little strong girl
it's okay...
truly didn't start out that way
from the moment of passage through the womb
the clock of pain engaged
a ticking of pain that seemed never ending
like a lonnnng slow road to hell
driving pain bone marrow deep...
but no one could tell
'cause you hid it well
left on your own to fend for yourself
navigating life like a lost hiker without a compass
having to rely on common sense
and the whispers of a loving Creator
always on your right shoulder
coaching you through the madness
His method forging you through the fire
ascending you to a place of peace and calm
no longer a casualty of passed down ancestral wounds
giving you the gift of forgive and let go
became time to heal
but today still ... you'll stand guard
hypervigilance dies hard
at the hint of a stench of old familiar
you can get triggered
but... rest my dear
I got us from here... my inner child
Climax by Adejola Joseph
Climax
You are my definition of sagacity
African beauty you are a diamond
I love you to the bone marrow
So, take me to climax
One kiss then I freeze
Cloud nine baby
Higher deeper down the tunnel of ecstasy
You are my ecstacy
So, take me to climax
What can I do without you?
How can I shine without your light?
Your skin colour is like the firmness of a ripened apple
Take me to climax
I wanna smooch you till I lose my breath
So, take me to climax
I love Africa
I love black beauty
I love sincerity and genuineness
So, take me to climax
Take me to climax
Let me come inside of you
And produce a seed of destiny
You are my definition of sagacity
So, take me to climax
I love you now
I love you forever
So, take me to climax
At 3:00am I found myself outside,
Mind was awake but flesh was in deep deep sleep,
A sense of ghostly presence-I couldn't see.
A heavy shadow weighed upon my chest,
All breaths and thought turned into a dreadful rest.
I felt cold, dumb and naive,
When someone close to me whispered my name.
A moment when couldn't even wail,
Couldn't speak and move even my eyelids refused to fall,
My shuddered bone marrow tried to move and hide,
But suddenly everything faded like an ephemeral cloud,
No one was there no suffocation no more fretful crowd.
I couldn't recognize was it a dream or real,
Like A lost page of a mysterious book that's never clear.
Somewhere curiosity sparked and knew what i lacked,
Intriguing isn't? Some call it's a biological( Rem paralysis)
And others a supernatural attack.
What you don't know about writing
is that it doesn't know you,
until the two of you are willing
to stew a mess of your own -
brewing your blood's greatest enigmas
right down to its own bone marrow -
why not say hello,
at least?
It’s one in the morning.
I zoomed into Lisa’s room
and threw myself on the bed where she lay reading
in a near virtuoso, Fosbury flop.
She bounced, jostled by my mechanical bed wave.
“I hate goodbyes,” I said, indignantly.
“You’re not strong on hellos” she said, not looking up.
“They’re so bone-marrow deep,” I went on, “they steal hope away.”
“Did that sound pretentious?” I asked her silence, a minute later, somewhat self-consciously.
Lisa took the yellow, #2-pencil out of her mouth—just long enough to answer.
When she studies, she chews on them, seemingly eating them like french fries.
“Yeah,” she says, “but I get cha.”
“I know,” I said, smiling at the ceiling, because in a rooted and real way, she always has.
I’d be a different person if we’d never met.
I feel very grateful for that.
“Your boy’s flown?” She asked, using her pencil to hold her page and finally looking up.
It was an ironic, near-rhetorical question, she knows he’s gone and she knows I know she knows he’s gone.
“Yeah,” I admitted.
.
.
Songs for this:
4am by girl in red
Don't Stop The Music by Rihanna
blushing! by BETWEEN FRIENDS
Spring semester has started.
We’re all immersed in the ritual of change
and totally committed to that descent into madness
to the relentless drabness, the flatness, the blandness
for the hours, days and weeks of study
and a bone-deep fatigue that’s actually funny
We’ll live at the edge of intensity
near the the corner of drudging
and gather around the printer
at the media center
like a secular rite of passage
I think I need a daily grind—to keep my mind busy.
What’s wrong with me, that when I’m on vacation, I miss it?
What if work/study is one of my bone-marrow-deep love languages?
.
.
Songs for this:
Happy Dreamer by Laid Back
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
(You're Better) Than Ever by illuminati hotties
Rage, regret, pain and mercy
Here before you are the four emotions
Dare ignore them, face every notion
Rage will thunder down like hammers
Stripping the castle’s wall of banners
Regret comes faster than an arrow
Striking much deeper than bone marrow
Pain is quite swift to follow
Opening up wounds and leaving you hollow
Alas mercy will never be in sight
The emotional trial leaves you with no delights
Baclava! Baklava!
the steaks are medium rare!
one stick of butter
1/4 inch bead of garlic paste
1/4 bead of anchovy paste
2 Tablespoons of dehydrated onions
soaked in 3 tablespoons of beef stock
drain.
2 Tablespoons of parsley
1 cured egg yolk
1 tablespoon of lime juice
pinch of cayeene
marrow of four cooked beef bones
grate egg yolk
whisk with lime juice
add anchovy paste
add
garlic paste
soften butter whisked in.
onions
add bone marrow
and mix
chill in refrigerater
to atop your favor steak.
RED CARPET
red carpet
of kings and queens
rolled out
it’s the one our grandparents knew
it rolls
one
up
in
a
heap
we struggle to understand
that suffering
and death
are ‘specially seen
in the latter years
i used to be green
i’d hear
the thunder crack of cancer
see the scintilla of light
under
the door
i’d wonder
of it
but not
know
the knowing
fills bone marrow
the scraping
of the bones’
throes
My beloved sons
bone marrow consistency
lives forever bound
The screws in his knee are made of huiziumcarbonate
When adrenlinecalicumate is introduced to bone marrow
The interior of the bone hardens to a bone as strong as steel.
. It also makes muscle huge hard strong muscle. The film showed him using a claw on unripened cantolopes. He gripped a stone the size of a horses head and applied pressure and he crushed the stones.
Mad Hatter even developed a skin type material that bonds to a wounded person area and temporarily heels. It is used in medicine.
They banned it in sports due to the incredible increase in strength.
His ex-wife showed up at the tail end of a party. He is so stupid.
She needed money, I guess he thought we'd call him a stud or something.
He took her in. Days and days later. He told me a story about the Scarecrow coming to life after he got her pregnant. He also told me she cursed him for making her love him, now I only deal with her to extract revenge on her husband. I hate when people unite us in cause, it's played out and often retoracaul.
Poem by: Ilori Mikhail Oluwatosin
Heart Gige.
I missed no soul as
my heart is full of
holes like Nigeria bad
roads full of portholes
I am left with no hope
I just have to let go
perimeter for love is
so low as days
in it has been wallowed
Seeking for time to
borrow I got more
bone marrow while
I thought way to get
it isn't narrow rather
I am living in my on
shadow
Its time to let go thy
carnage in thy heart
have to bow to stop
acting like clown as
tomorrow is brighter
than yellow.
©TheGentleInnocentSoul.
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