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We were told walls have ears
So we were advised to speak
In low soft whispers,
Lest our neighbours would hear.
We were told the night
Should only be graced in low volumes
As the silent night could give us out
While our voices could jump fences,
Or connect with the walls of neighbours miles away.
Our walls became our enemies
How can a wall that was supposed
To be a barrier between us and our neighbours
Cave-in to our words in the silence of the night?
So we were frightened to speak
For fear that our neighbours
May have their ears glued to the wall.
Those were times when we spoke ill
Or make some ranting on our neighbours’ attitude.
Walls do have ears
We could hear our neighbours
Sometimes lashing out at their children,
Sometimes we could hear wives-
Cursing their cheating husbands.
In the silence of the night
When our neighbours talked or laughed
It must be all about us,
And when names were being mentioned
They sounded like they were ours.
They say words do jump fences,
Oro a ma fo gana
So do not speak foul of those you share walls with
Do not mention their names in the dead of the night.
Since walls do have ears
I still wonder how it was-
Able to talk and not just listen.
© Ayinla Muyideen Adeleke
They say walls have ears and listen to the secret whispers of the night,
but have they ever heard my tears, the entwined and broken words,
confessions rising like steam above a heart burning in silence,
while the murmur of pain flows like an unseen river through cracks in cold stone?
If the walls had a voice, they would whisper secret answers in a gentle murmur,
like wind through the branches of a forgotten tree, guiding lost steps in the darkness,
offering me refuge in their soothing song, the stone caress of unshared love,
an echo that soothes the shattered desires of my soul, like a sweet comfort in the night.
As the night lays down like a carpet of black velvet, the shadows grow,
drawing stories only the heart can read, a dance of lost souls,
and if, instead of being silent witnesses to my unrest, they would sing an old lullaby,
I would find the sweet sleep of forgetting, a moment suspended between dream and reality, a gentle refuge.
They say walls have ears, but I wish they had the voice of an eternal friend,
a companion of silence that answers me, calming the storms of my heart with warm whispers,
to be the beacon in the endless night of my solitude, offering solace beyond words,
in a world where only the echoes of desires are heard, whispering the truths I have not spoken.
When at night so late
I put up courage to say hello
And got stocked up waiting
Hoping you will pick up
But all ended in mistrials
When at night your shyness dictates
You think walls have ears without hole
Think of online chatting
A place our distance-difference perfectly hookup
Or you try out redials
When alone with my thought
All I think of is your how far
That do sound caring and true
For the share of light in heart
Travels at reach for its spark
When alone with your lot
The blind crush on your superstar
Which gets you detained in blue
Through lust by thrusting smart
In dark soul reigniting a mark
On you to slay for play
With love in laughter to live
For a course you won't curse
And steal the gold you hold
To run your own race of fate
Beware of your awareness
In check for possibLe wreck
Which gives freedom that blossom
To swallow your grace in shallow
And bless your beast with a dream feast
Be sick and do not say
Had I know, I wouldn't have contrived
The idea I duly stand to reinforce
With all strategies cajoled to unfold
For gain and pleasure skillfully collate
But in the end, you've learned how men display
And how to let better one survived
As the master of your mind; the one you endorse
That no other pranks get to remold
The s you've long gone castrated
There's a mellow little fellow
Selling tiny pills of yellow
Counting tens, he's counting tens
There's a girl and she's all curled up
On the curb and she could surely
Use a friend, she could use a friend
Everyday I see their faces
All the dazed, the unawakened
And confused, unawakened and confused
Sleepy people, some are sheeple
Some are evil, could be me
That could be you, that could be you
All the sleepy people
White for harvest in the field
Pray for all the sleepy people
If we don't then who else will
Someone's screaming like a demon
Someone's scheming up
Some devious plan, some devious plan
While the throng of lost and lonely
Glued to phones don't even know
What world they're in, what world they're in
Just a quick glance at the news stand
Nothing but man's
Inhumanity to man, inhumanity to man
While the preacher on the street here's
Telling everybody
How the story ends, how the story ends
All the sleepy people
White for harvest in the field
Pray for all the sleepy people
If we don't then who else will
See that kid throwing a fit
He's slinging fists
At an invisible man, an invisible man
An old woman worries, rummaging
For something she might
Never find again, never find again
Painted tears on clowns you fear
The walls have ears, people are weird
And mirrors lie, yeah mirrors lie
As we're spinning through infinity
If speed don't heed you
Gravity just might, gravity just might
All the sleepy people
White for harvest in the field
Pray for all the sleepy people
If we don't then who else will
Everything has a soul; maybe it’s true,
The walls have ears,
do objects have eyes too?
I look at them and they at me,
displaying wonders, they’ve seen of you.
Captured like a moment in time,
these things store a glimpse of you.
I touch the table and see your figure,
Scribbling into a paper with furrowed brows.
I lay on the bed and you smile so bright,
cuddling, kissing, discussing knows and hows.
I open the cupboard and there’s your face,
Unsure of what to wear tomorrow.
I close the windows and feel your hands,
That hold me oh so tightly, that’s where I belong.
I look into the mirror and you look back,
A vision forever etched in my mind.
I step inside the room,
seeing you everywhere yet nowhere in a daze.
I walk through the door in a rush,
Only to see you gone.
Like poets waiting for a subject with tears in their eyes,
I stand there silently, all tattered and torn.
Yours poetically,
v.s
THE SECRET
Shh! The walls have ears; let them not hear you
Let no other ear hear this! Threatening warnings of my father
Compelled alliance with my father; concealing the truth from my mother
Sight of my mother’s ignorant face; pierces my heart for ever knowing what I can’t say
All for peaceful co-existence; infidelity of a careless father.
Silent whispers, hush sounds; the atmosphere seemed tense
The truth clung to my mouth like school kids shown the cane; I gave the lie
Incapacitated by destitution; circled in a transfixed indecision with quavering lips
Just sitting on the fence; eyes that saw the truth but went blind on it.
The remembrance; the ugly promise of sealed lips
Kleptomaniac tongue; always pouring lies with reasons
Eyes that said one thing but meant another; can’t betray itself
If this mouth ever opens to say the truth; ugly liquids will flow from the human lake.
You are guilty! Accusing anthem of his conscience
A reminder of how a truth from his tied tongue could have saved a life
Just only two ugly options to choose; the truth or the lie
Chose the favourable lest the unfavourable will make him the enemy
All for friendship sake; a secret only to the ears of the grave.
Lordvip & Zinnie
August 2014.
("Untitled", aka "The Crawling Eye", 2018, original encaustic)
Paranoid Eyes
We live in the old part of town
Where the walls have ears
And the dark, eyes
We have learned to watch
What we say and do
Until mere husks remain
Of former selves
But we are proud
To live in such a world
Where inside is out
And out knows what is in
Where age-old atavistic fears
Have been projected
Into technological feats
We even like
That our phones know
What we want to buy
Before we do
The iron fist of the surveillance state
Now just a velvet glove
On a limp consumer wrist
At least we have our dreams
The place where all lights shine,
And all eyes turn, on us
The land before time
Within the prison of our minds
Secure that we, while endlessly watching,
Are at least the only ones
(10/17/23)
The moonlit sun that will not set.
Fore see's a life that no one's met.
It leaves a dimness in the heart.
Where love just has no chance to start.
The walls have ears that never tell.
The mystery of an unknown spell.
That keeps the secret that's not spoken.
That leaves a lonely souls heart broken.
A solemn solice that's not soothed.
A single truth that's never proved.
Belief in something not believed.
That leaves that lonely soul bereaved.
An endless question never queried.
That tires the blood and keeps you weary.
Of a hope that someday love will come.
And bring back feeling that's now numb.
Speaking of love that’s free, always hears
Sometimes seems even the walls have ears
But it’s Jesus who understands me
Love invites me to fall to my knee --
Stirred by the One who ends all my tears
Shafts of light fall swiftly, truth endears
Painting souls with gentleness that clears
Whispers of hope that the heart can see –
Speaking of love that’s free…
Silencing the wind with grace that cheers
Filling the whole life with lovely years
Prayers sent up, it is my heart’s plea
Love will touch each soul with Jesus’ key
This is joy from Him who spoils all fears –
Speaking of love that’s free…
Best of me!
1. I always saw the world in shapes,
You know it's my only escape
I never had a need to keep my cake -
Cause life doesn't work that way.
2. I spent my life grieving the past and loving good memories,
Till you -
You make my lowest moments memorable
Over and over again,
I fall for you.
3. I don't belong to you,
Or to anyone.
Throughout, I have become insatiable -
I can't see a life without you.
4. Call me obsessed,
Call me foe,
I am only a jeweler searching for his gem.
5. They all say it hush, but the walls have ears.
I say it now - the truth in their fears:
You are the best of me,
Maybe my only virtue.