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I walked along the corridors of time staring at reality in front of me and the vision of the night with loose bolts flickering in the sky shaped my unknown destiny.
I felt courage moving up my spine and mentoring to me in another language; I had barely learned to read Russian but I know how to sing in German.
I thought I had a date with a very strange fellow that is always standing in front of the train station gate, we have never met but my imaginations’ kept dragging me all over showing me things about him and if I adhere to it the moon existing in its pride would clash with the sun on the other side and the heavens would get up and run.
The moment passes swiftly and the decayed log with woodworm swirling about creeps through the cracks and builds a monument made of dirt, with giant beams hanging from above the corner wedge in with the welding machine.
It must have taken two hundred cranes to put it there and fasten the rocket to it, oh what compound burden to bear. Life is baked in dreams and you have to find out what it means.
When the time is right you have to get up and fight, no one will fight for you and you have to keep going until you get that long awaited break through.
It’s like the wind is confounded in the tree and the entire glaciers has melted at hundred and ten degrees, what is going on in the hidden planet beyond the sea you have to keep exploring, for something is out there waiting for thee.
The temperature s getting warm and there are multitude of winter storms from whence did these strange phenomena came?
This is what happen when you play nature's game; human intervention cannot override the spiritual one and if you dig a little deeper you will find where the line crosses over the fence and that is where everything will end.
When the time is right, no question will be asked, destiny will lead you out of the dark and a silent whisper will tell you what to do and then you will know that someone really cares for you.
When the time is right everything will fall in place, when the time is right you will win the final race, no questions will be asked,and the planet with all its zeal and daily chaos will depart and something bigger than life will be revealed and touch your heart.
Get ready and wait for it to start
Listen to my words and desire me my sun-ripened lady
For I will be as magniloquent and indiscreet
as a biblical poet
The sculpting of your Siamese contour
pours into my empty cup like apricot brandy
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire
and it satisfied me deeper than mere friction
Aphrodite has kissed your firm twins
As a cluster from the vineyards of Glen-Eden
on a sun-drenched September afternoon
Secretory perfumes from your pubic stubble
And gardenia from your thick locks
so fragrant I see their scent
I take them in with every sense engorged
SELAH
When I make you moan and frown
you stare vertically through closed eyes
Then drunkenly mutter, “I cum”
When I breach your lips, north and south in unison
we give birth to the child of incandescence
She has your raven eyes.
I look into them and I see the light of Aioue
Her aura is primal, fleeting, and beyond intoxication
We become one flesh in the eyes of the cosmos
I see you my love, my friend!
These words are meant for one who is brooding for loves
They who walk with heaven beneath their feet
live under the shade of authenticity
Walk with me under the cloak of shadows
CHAIYYA
At this moment your honeyed cream remains on my palate
When I showed you how we French kiss
yes those are the moments!
Bedeviled nectars are not devilish, but imbibed in the shade
Nay, they are turned rancid only by the manufactured light
that casts the shadow from our cloak
Therefore, no one shall judge our chamberings
When we are not together I wax
For me the duplicity is hard
but I cannot live without pleasures!
I savor the darkness as per the design of the ancients
who learned to love and to invent pleasures
They are familial ghosts from a region in my belly
and we commune
SELAH
The inclinations I have toward paramours
has been buried so deeply
that I cannot locate from whence they come
In the balance between propriety and abandon
I have chosen what is in front of me
I will be reminded of my choices
when we walk again
I don’t know if I love you
because I hate that word
Maybe someday I’ll invent a better one
My beautiful little doxy
I cannot nor would not sponge away
the scent of your existence from my mind
nor the music of your moans from my ears
They, beseech love as a token of joy, love is nowhere to be called in
only to bid farewell to joy, left behind, a hymn
such is the glossy glaze of a subtle worldly longing , a fading heartsong to lull
oblivion and them, an array of whim, newly reborn, blossoming recklessly, vagabond a feel,
And so is the love, sleep deprived a croon, a yearning eddy , a sandstorm kill
a chill hideout in zeal
And the let down show
And the no brainer love, a sow
a love losing all and all
in grievance and then the majestic fall
my love let us overcome, since the night is done, the dream was drawn
to an end
why the churn, even though a show, to steel the unsayable lexical
sleepy and bizarre adventures of an ensuing moonlight sonata
after a prodigal setting in mist and fog
my love, let us be mourners in good faith, humbling.
a saga of love, unspoken, is ending within, whence a kismet wills on.
now many are still a sense in smiling and a feeling In many more
to be born for a tossed and turned, a smile and a longing heartache
with brimming eyes, salty tears
trickling down with an usher, downpour
Dwell oh hermit, in the vast, formless void,
seeking nothing, animating the heart,
whence no longer by wispy thoughts decoyed,
invoking grace, feel bliss ignition start.
The first thing we cognise is boundless space,
noticed not since our eye searches for form
but if steps toward heaven we’d retrace,
we must be receptive to love’s touch warm.
Lost in a dream world of our own making,
we no longer know that we’re living light,
so spend most of our life in fear quaking,
blocking God’s grace that ushers bliss delight.
Ceasing to react if we be but still,
easy then becomes soul’s ascent uphill.
And I lay myself down upon the lifeless patch to somehow contemplate
Looking at the darken Heaven before me… my darkness awaits
My personality has redefine me in an unrecognised absolution
Of my world, of The Ancients… who am I in definition?
It took me so long to find a place in my world as today
How I wonder, can my salvation be found anymore anyway?
And I took to the skies, beyond all of which that matters most
Is there anymore this one dream… I am to feel fairly as close}
My thoughts were left with dreams
Thinking of Ei-rian and of the forsaken words
What more is life of mine to mean?
Is my time not bestowed enough of the weird?
With memories channeling me always to the distance
My once life as Knight of the Word, I’m never to forget
Yet in relative to my mortality, I’m fuelled with reasons
To be doubtful in most every way for morrows to regret
Alkaiya whom now I’m free to love, but I cannot
For the greater good if ever to have exist if not at all
Battles of the mind, forever is another war be fought
I wonder if goodness in exchange is worth fighting for?
Rather to fear for Ei-rian then the laws of Heaven
Her casualness appalls me in ways indecipherable and unknown
If only memories have had its way to simply unlearn!
My guess would be either here or there, I will no longer be lone!
Where is real to really be considered reality?
Is everything an illusion, as well for love to feel?
Was there a yesterday as of today to have a moment?
Where is the time whence to know… I knew…
……………………………………………
I whewed unto myself
I whewed unto who cares to listen
I screeched unto them
I warbled unto all
She is a beauty to behold
But beyond beauty
My dear country is suffering
She is suffering from . . . megalomania
My expected willing whee
Became my unexpected unwilling wheel
To which I wee unwillingly
At the sight of the whittle
Whence forth is my whet to Whelm
My willingness to willingly will my will
To my beauty beholding beyond beauty
My dear country is
She is . . . stealthy coquettish.
Alayande Stephen .T
26th September, 2005
2.45pm
NB-Conceptualised for Nigeria's 45 years
Independence Anniversary.
"In tranquil silence, let's journey within ~
Following the scent of love, just begin"
~ quote by poet
Having an innate urge to feel contrast,
and noticing heart from head stood apart,
we journeyed thereto, without being asked,
whereupon when we added love to cart,
fears receded and thus whence die was cast,
suffused with bliss mists, soul's God search did start.
This journey without movement beauteous,
took us to heaven's very nucleus.
06-March-2023
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Writing Challenge - ''J'' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
Bane of every human,
The rich and poor alike,
It seizes and spares none,
It summons out our souls,
The living weep and mourn.
Bane of every human,
Our bodies decompose,
We go back to the earth,
From whence we were moulded,
Sadness displaces mirth.
Bane of every human,
Some have seen it coming,
They saw celestial beings,
Approach them for a flight,
Mundane can’t by this means.
Bane of every human,
Each day draws us closer,
With much to accomplish,
We fall, we rise, we run,
Not much time to relish.
April 12, 2022.
Death
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Constance La France
Reflecting on the day gone by,
we looked after ourself quite well
but paused not for the soul who fell.
Did we do something we decry,
even if an unfriendly look,
at the beggar, who his fist shook?
Atonement begins with a sigh,
simple consciousness correction,
to shift to love our direction.
Our wayward ego must now die,
which means dwelling in cessation,
poised in all time meditation.
A song on our lips, we fly high,
whence grazed by divine magnetism,
igniting our mind-body prism.
Reflecting on the day gone by
Did we do something we decry
Atonement begins with a sigh
Our wayward ego must now die
A song on our lips, we fly high
“We are almost there but not quite ~
Not yet graced with spherical sight”
~ quote by poet
Intermediate truths whence known,
in as seen because we have been
to subtler realms denied to most,
but it’s not yet wisdom full blown,
since karmic slate is not wiped clean,
last mile to heaven, yet to coast.
Wisdom downloads and divine light
are offerings of grace imbibed
and perhaps we have pierced the void
but we have not garnered clear sight,
though cravings of ego have died,
soul’s not yet pure and unalloyed.
Allow bliss mists to make ingress,
without self-appraising progress.