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Lungs like burnt paper—
folded too many times
by hands that forgot
how to be gentle.
Morning comes with wires.
He wears machines like
second lungs,
ghosts that sleep beside him
and hum.
Each breath is an audition.
He performs survival
on a stage made of ribs—
a collapsed theatre
with no curtain call.
They say he's brave.
He knows better.
Even the dying
don’t always want
to be remembered
as metaphors.
He coughs,
and something inside him
shakes loose—
a childhood, maybe.
A sandcastle
he never got to finish.
His chest heaves like storm clouds,
tight and swollen—
each gasp a fight
against chains
no one can see.
His sputum tastes like rust—
iron and despair,
bitter enough to sting
the back of his throat
every single day.
Medicine bottles line the shelf—
bitter pills, salty sprays,
a pharmacy of survival
he carries in his pockets
like unwanted secrets.
His laughter?
A spark
in a flooded cathedral.
It echoes—
defiant,
half-holy.
Doctors take notes
as if writing him
into science.
But he is not data.
He is weather—
unpredictable,
brewing.
Some nights,
he feels like a galaxy
trying to fit
inside a bottle.
Other nights,
just the bottle.
He loves anyway—
recklessly,
with lungs that bruise
like fruit,
with eyes that memorise
goodbyes
before anyone says them.
When sleep comes,
it doesn’t knock.
It slides in
through the window,
soft as fog
and just as indifferent.
Still,
he breathes.
Maybe not well.
But beautifully.
Like a hymn
the sky forgot
it needed.
In loving memory of my dear friend, Nathan Davis,
a brave soul who faced cystic fibrosis
with courage beyond his years.
Gone too soon at 22,
but never forgotten.
_Conviction Office,_
Dear You,
*UNTIL* *I* *OPENED* *UP*
I think I'm open
In the sense that i Outwardly Portray External Nonsense
Oh yes! I'm OPEN!
But what about the inside?
I thought by portraying my external nonsense,
I might be liked by all and experience their rosy sides.
But is that what i need to build my bed of roses?
When the thorns would just prick me if i lay on it.
I had Secrets,
Just like having a dark coven of angry lions
Ready to jump and devour
Indeed! One's mind is his life.
Simple sentences became aesthetically jumbled words in my head.
I tried to read meaning out of nothing.
I could say it was a solo casted movie:
Being the antagonist and protagonist in my mind merely projected in my actions.
No scripts to memorise, no directions yet it played horribly enthusiastically,
Until i opened up.
I lived fantasy outside
Yet scared, tormented, afraid, and mediocre inside.
Instead of having the peace of calm waters in my soul,
I had tantrums of volcanoes exploding in my head.
Until i opened up.
I never saw the essence of the people i had.
I thought being open was too cheap;
Rather, i was conforming to the hollow sentiments of this world,
All battling it out and always loosing.
Until i opened up.
I never saw the essence of a listener.
But when i did,
I appreciated the presence of an audience.
When i gave up the "I'm not telling life",
I now begun to experience real life.
Until i opened up!
I felt everyone had a story they didn't read out.
But now i know,
That every page is blank,
Ready to be filled with amazing stories of peace and tranquility.
No man is an island on his own. Open up and let's form a uniform body.
Unity is the way to go.
Whilst at school, in the years gone by, when as a child,
Impish I was, and sprightly too, but not so sure of my mind;
Followed the old teacher’s dictum, “memorise by rote,
To succeed in life”, she said, so I got into the hard grind;
Truly, the best of my growing years, I had burned out,
Losing my sweet innocence in, fun filled frolic and play;
Coming of age, dilatorily, I realised, an axiom of life,
Nothing shall be gained, and everything lost, if I delay;
Deep in my heart, before college, I was so foolishly certain,
I was the one to have a broad, sentient, and an open mind;
Years of academic pursuit have scholastically conditioned me,
Graduate study promised the rainbow, but coloured me blind;
In the birth, infancy, and adolescence of a growing mind,
I thought, perceived, and believed everyone called me “blessed”;
Gathering my senses, from the stupor of failed endeavours,
I realised late, but for good, they had actually said “distressed”;
Rising from the ashes, determined in taking up a position,
I staunchly, believed in core integrity, and plumped for justice;
The grand old existing system, of bureaucracy, among others,
Taught me the principles I was proud of, now is my nemesis;
I know not, and care not, what predicaments and problems,
Might appear today, tomorrow, or the more distant future;
I shall forget the past unredeemed, and enjoy the present
Indescribable, nothing can dampen my exuberant nature.
mbfarookh ©
pointless
building a mystery for tomorrow
only to break out of routine
try to be surprised
find a way to get away from blind leading the blind
a way for them to see
the riddle that makes them smarter
the one you can't tell properly
they must figure out on their own
then figure out their answer
leads me to the disasterpiece of how pointless it is
life seems to be like that
covering up its pointlessness
a routine of man's plan
caught in the middle of demon's listening in
to the instructions of how to write the instructions
for the angels
upon the mirrors for them to memorise
so it can dance upon the head of a pin
whirlwind
whirlwind
do you know what you did
when you said you planned to fail
you signed up for that box in the sky
to perfect it one at a time
the grace of it all
and die laughing like supervillians
the ignorance
the bliss
the sin
and innocence of the joke we are about to become
that i am just not telling
The instructions for the angel to memorise
the hole in the plan the demons fall for again
the confusion of it all
sick sense of humor
and you say your not spoiled rotten
then why am i the only one crying to be the only one laughing
never mind I dont understand the way it was written
illustrating the mystery working of backwards logic
proof in the pudding of blame games
and super imaginative godlike children
Nauseating thoughts about noxious, and demeaning words
that smell worse than stinking socks on sweaty feet ,
replay in my head making me feel so small .
They swell in my mind , twisting my stomach,
urging me to throw up poisonous venom
of false accusations ,you've pumped into my blood stream.
But I know then , that after I regurgitate ,
this migraine you've caused will be gone, I will be relieved.
I will celebrate the accomplishment of living
without ever thinking of your existence again.
This time there'll be no effort to repair
nor would I feel the need to defend myself
for things I didn't do. This time I make no wrong decisions.
No , I will not be coming back to your illusional lies'parasites.
No, I will not cling to memories of better times ,
and inseparable moments, of sugar coated sweetness
and diabetic aftermath. My subconscious will memorise ,
but only the final act of your dramatic moods.
Our friendship is at permanent loss
But , I won't waste precious time scattering its ashes
nor mourning its death. No there 'll be no regret .
I will walk away from you , from all We ever had ,
I'll let new arms embrace me , and steal me from our past.
This is a revised poem . A big thankyou to all of those who helped me
with their suggestions.
Smashed up against the wall it
Shat ter ed
in
to
tin
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pi ec es.
My m
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is splintered broken,
never to be put back together again
S as in
P as in pratt
L as in love and lust
A as in ashes
T as in tampon, tarnished, tainted, titty titillation, Tshirt dishing up all the dirt until it hurt cassie, cassandra, cossetted ,cosy crap – yes that is exactly what I want to say cassie, cassandra, bert, burk, berk, twerp.
Today is all about words
seehowtheyflow.
Lately they have been very elusive, evading, hiding in the archives on my mind.
I reach in as they rush to the back squashing up tightly against the backwall fearful of being caught.
Once said they are exposed,
out there.
I can tell they are present, I know they have been here before, but for now they hide in the shadows of the mental cerebral crypt. Pretending not to exist but their footprints are cemented in my memory
distant though they may be.
Images, concepts, incidents, instances – a moment shared, a moment in time all translated into words.
Memory, remember, memorise, recall, compos mentis
brain cells once young, fresh, active, bright, receptive, recollection sharp, vivid - now slow grey sluggish closed old
dying.
Lingering will it be in our memories
As we memorise the memorable
Memoir of the memorial
Of Dele Giwa
A letter engraved in a Bomb
Plucked away our prolific
And dogged pen pusher
Dele, A News Watcher
Became a news
Watched under the watchful
Eagle eyes of millions of watchers
On a day better not to remembered
Sunday 19th October, 1986
Came the news of Bomb bombardment
We all woke up to the verity of a
News very sad to watch
But watched with pains and agony
There the Bomb boomed
With a letter speaking only doom
Dele, Life was abruptly seized from you
By the BBI of this world
Your dream was caught short
Orchestrated by the goons of the
Jackbooters in power who still
Want to return to power by means all
Dele, They threw spanners in your path
With the quest to kill the
Message and the messenger
But Dele,19 years after
The message lives
It leaves them
Only to live on them
For your message lived on truth
It feeds only on Justice
Adieu Dele!!!
Your blood shed will continue
To sprinkle trauma and agony
On all your killers
As we promise to continue
To truthfully push the pen like you did
Till the ink finishes
And till we can push no more.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
October 1st 2005
9.00pm
Form:
There is a place I simply love
one which is simply so wonderful
sits on southern point of English lakes
Grange-over-Sands is my hidden jewel
It's a lovely quiet dear place
not many shops or amenities to view
but nice lake to watch ducks swim by
not very large but each time seems anew
There's such nice long walk
right along the front esplanade
your hair breezes in the wind
blue sky shines before sun does fade
First holidayed there way back in '88
gave me such peaceful joyful state
then a year later decided to return
when I did write letter ask girl for date
The next time that I visited this place
it was with that girl on our honeymoon
we've visited often over the years
abiding memories we have under its moon
When celebrating silver anniversary
recently returned to memorise anew
thinking was 25 years so long ago
it just seems like yesterday times flew
G.O.S. you're indeed specially dear
for myself you stir deep within
such a glow staying at its peak
truly to love you I've fallen
(We all have a favourite place we love and always go back to, so this is written about mine.
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If only I had known I’d never hear your voice again
Or hear you whisper sweetly in my ear
I'd memorise each word of love you ever said to me
So when I'm all alone, your voice I’ll hear
If only I had known it was the last time I would see
The man I love with all my heart and soul
I would have held on tighter and kept you close to me
And never would have ever let you go
If only I had known it was my last night in your arms
That I would never wake with you again
I’d pray for God to hide the sun and let you stay with me
And pray for night time always to remain
If only I had known you would be taken from my life
Be left with only memories and tears
I’d cherish every second, every minute spent with you
To keep them in my heart through all the years
If only I had known that you were leaving me behind
So many things I never got to say
To tell you what it meant for me to have you in my life
Steal one more kiss before you went away
You were my love my heart my soul, the reason that I breathe
And now you are my Angel up above
Please listen Derek, hear me when I say a prayer for you
The only man I know I’ll ever love ...
For Derek...the love of Doreen's life xx
Sometimes I forget
I seek reason under the cracks
of the dried grounds
that used to puddle
there I find confirmation
that I too can love
So we live in different times
you in today
I in the third world graces
yet frequently our paths kiss
and fate hints nothing
So I hold out from today
'Til the day you actually
See my love and smell
My sincerity
But in the mean time
I will sit here and gather
Jealousy, love, hate and anger
The day you touch me
With our eyes locked
And all the lights in the world
Turned on
You will see this all
And take me, with urgency
With need to fulfil
Every whim I'll ever make, quietly
Every risk taken
Will be worth the trouble
And nothing like waiting
Will be viable
Nothing this good should be
Waited upon
And like before
I will show you what I meant
When I told you
People don't get kissed
Like that to forget
I will show you what
You do to me in silence
And I will learn every thing
Memorise and try to remember
Every toss and turn
Wait until you give
So I could also learn to take
And as we lay in silence
I will assure you
That I too can also love you
In my own way and language
But I will definitely
Love you