You have a feeling, or a talk…
Neither, though, are what you want.
Or you see something, or you hear;
Still, doesn’t seem right…
Yet, you’d still wanna know,
What your mind, or heart, won’t show…
Anyway, carry on, but still keep the walls on.
At the end of the day, when you’ll try to listen either way,
Just… don’t listen, there’s no solution,
Do what either mind or heart say.
---
vol 3, Maybe Dark, or Not… Maybe…
Butterfly, fly away.
little lost.
A lot of lost,
either way you spin it I'm spun.
Alarm bell ringing, nervous twitch persists.
Deliriously strange encounters in the mirrors, seeing thoughts obscured in furrows and crypts.
A terrible person with good intentions,
forever flawed intermixing such a hopeless hallelujah.
As a kid, wishing for the world, not realizing the weight it carried
hunchback
Replaying tracks, favorite songs begin to scare me.
To emit no evil is to live on time.
A sojourner journaling to his past and future sublime
existing by the miracle that is God.
Keeping poise in fortune,
Set my heart on entering the fray;
Making courage, control and persistence
My weapon to conquer the affray.
Never will I shrink from obstacles,
Even when they seem like profanity;
The divine light of aspiration endures,
Even the darkest kindle into luminosity.
When thorns filled my path,
Or the vast sea spread its gown,
Even the sun's relentless blaze
Seemed as if heaven had come down.
With The Himalayas as my guide,
I vowed never to retreat;
Making valor, might and endeavour
My weapon to conquer the freight.
Being strong yet comic,
Won't help you keep fit...
Being economic;
Won't help cope with .
Being ebony black,
Won't capture her eyes...
Been so spark to knack;
Won't nail her disguise.
Being at bed's might, whole!
Won't touch the flesh's lust...
Been connected soul,
Won't have her adjust.
Either rich or poor—
Women cheat amour...
Some never stop pushing the envelope
their pace frenzied and hectic
Others slow to a crawl
in no hurry to do anything at all…
Either way leads to sudden death
Either way you’re soon out of breath
I'm solemnly engulfed playing on field
With passion, more so, without socks- off shield;
Enjoying pleasurable pain...
Football gives fame, to sustain--
The blissful feats of rewards, records yield.
Kiss the sky or dig the land,
Catch the stars or drill the sand.
Sit on clouds and fly with birds,
Drink the air or taste the soil.
Look up for cosmic ways or skies,
Or move around the ground of words.
Face the sun and feel the moon,
Gaze at moments of dawn and dusk.
Behold, stare, and listen to
The whisper of the breeze or the sound of wind.
Touch the twilight or close your eyes,
Smell the fragrance or pinch your nose.
The horizon is a blade—
it glints whether I run toward it
or watch it withdraw.
Each dawn splits me open,
spilling a slow trickle of salt,
as if the sea is feeding me to itself,
one grain at a time.
I know the undertow’s handwriting—
it pulls not to drown,
but to measure how far my lungs will stretch.
Even in absence,
the shore presses its ghost lips
to the soles of my feet,
branding me with wet fire.
The days arrive like heavy-winged birds,
falling or flying—it makes no difference.
Either I am lifted
or I am stitched to the air by wanting.
Both keep me in motion.
So tell me—
how could I curse the water
when even the ebb feels like an arrival,
and every hunger it leaves behind
is proof my compass still works?
We are either being educated
Or teaching
We are either being sought after
Or seeking
We are either engaged in a race
Or walking
We are either being attentive
Or talking
We are either intrigued by a rescue
Or being delivered
We are either exercising our consciousness
Or being chased by our whispers
We are either making use of our options
Or being victims of our circumstances
We are either being guardians of each opportunity
Or being inspired by second chances
Move or walk
With those you confide in
So you can do whatever you want
Without being fearful or timid.
Pay attention
So you don't, fall a victim
You never pay twice
Maybe you lost attention
Letting your opposition
To take advantage of you again.
Stay strong, stand firm
But be fragile
To those
Who wanna see you on top
Not low, so they can glow
Your circle, your elevator
Into another realm or level
The people you keep either make or break you, be aware!
See as my head
Dey burst steadily
Why the blessings
Dey pause
Like say
I divorce God.
Na steady
Lessons dey come
If not be blessings
Because
We no dey fail or play
Either we win or we learn.
Price of life
Too cost
That's why
We dey steady dey pray
So we no go make too many mistakes.
Were he stripped of his rapier-like wit ~
John Lawless would be paw-less
no one wanted this unusual canary
I related totally
no one wanted me either
I will take that one, I told the shop keeper
That one!
He was incredulous.
I said that one, I said, nodding.
The tall gawky weird-looking one?
I glared at the guy, who popped him into a sack.
Everyone at my house laughed at me.
As usual
Called me names, as usual
the gangly awkward canary and I became close
understanding what it feels like
when you are rejected by those you want to love the most
I am
As they say
Thee
Incumbent
Reverential
". One "
Who simply is unable to
As yet be able to
" Win "
A one single argument
With or over myself
In my own individual particular
" " HEAD " "
And that I am freely willing to admit
As it doesn't sit well
With either neither of us
Politics
the wedge
that splits
our kinship
Trapping
what we feel
inside
our thoughts
Mutually
excluding
what fate
has destined
Zero sum
prison
allegiance
—bought
(The New Room: September, 2023)
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