How can a man awaken a women's love
Then walk away leaving her chained to what was?
How does a man make a covenant of love
Then run away and hide?
(Leaving emotional wreckage at the scene of the crime)
Not owning up to the responsibilities
Just wanting the pleasure and no more if you please
Why can't a man be more circumspect of a women's needs?
I am afraid and suspect that he has himself deceived
It's the sociological garbage that he's been fed and believes
(By the way where was Adam as Eve was being deceived?)
A real man must be changed inside
As the Saviour showed mankind how He rears His bride
Keeping a watchful Eye from the sky
To look after her every need
To her heavy sighs give heed
On the cross He did bleed......for her
She wish you could write in her open heart
In motionless gaze of thy eyes embrace
To make her; tale of an adoring art
And design well the emotion of her grace
His eyes aren't catching up thy heart's wish
He could have imprint his stamp on thy lane
The wish could still dream true; go for English
Brace culture and will for such free campaign
Culture stands aright; wish it logical
To get hold unto a little miles form
And propose her will; sociological
But ladies are bound by the polished norm
Styling wish lies alone quietly dying
One day: he would see; there you are praying
© 2020
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
If I may suggest
a possible improvement
in mystic teachings
about healthy meditation experience,
structure,
discipline,
neurological
and psychological
and, in more advanced classes,
sociological consciousness
polycultural sentience
and political correctness
I would compassionately ask
if we have not spilled
rather too much word-filled ink
attending to cognitive awareness
and not enough
on affective
contextual
interdependently felt intelligence
Distinguishing subtle nuances
ambiguity
everyday mundane in-between nest
of empowering anticipation
(not merely win+win enlightened awareness)
and disempowering darker anxiety
Not just win v lose strategic
spiritual Me v unnatural Not-We
caste preservation consciousness.
My first day of college in sociology class,
my teacher said this is a hard course to pass.
He said he is going to test our mind,
and see what about ourselves we find.
He told us we are going to learn about social interaction,
and what men and women consider to be attraction.
He was one of the smartest men I knew,
but what came next, made some turn blue.
He said I have a 2 page assignment, lets have fun, play games.
He passed out blank note cards, and said write down two names.
The two names had to be the two people we love the most,
we handed them in and he said, now make one a ghost.
He looked at us and said, yeah that's right,
one of them you will walk into the light.
You have to choose which one will die,
and explain your choice and tell me why?
That was the hardest paper I ever had to write,
it kept me up all day and night.
Next class he said, hold up your paper in the air,
everyone did it, good, now throw them away I don't care.
I just wanted to know you could do it.
I laughed so hard, I would almost gag
while I listened to your ditty “The Vatican Rag”.
Why was a Harvard PhD mathematician
performing on stage as a musician?
You tickled the ivories on your piano
while you let your humorous lyrics flow.
With your witty comments, you put on a show.
You were a master at sociological satire
until the day you would retire.
compassionate beauty flowers from the innermost pain, ignore the words stirring amongst an abnormal brain, and when i speak to much truth just label me insane, weak minds will never understand the knowledge in which i obtain. surrounded by deaf ears and corrupted tongues, the spiritual smoke of revelations condenses within my lungs, leading me to the vast fields of psychological warfare, the dimensions of this synthetic reality begin to tear, euphoria almost to strong to bear with kaleidoscopic visuals of infinite spiraling portals upon which i stare, what i see within myself could be the beautiful glow of a dream or the ugly darkness of a nightmare. captivation within thyself commences the construction of a psychological imperium, to unveil the true form leaves all speechless like a sociological delirium, yet they remain blinded by illusions as if abnormally elongated cilium.
clouds form to release the tears of forgotten children and with so shall this depravity baptize me in sin, i become so very cold as the droplets of neglected sorrow fall and stream upon my withering skin, the physical wounds shall mend but the psychological wounds will forever stay fresh, i bathe amongst darkness as i rip away at my deteriorating flesh. if you take my hand and attempt to save me you will just fall as well, the suffering is beyond what sociological expressionism could ever tell, if you believe in heaven then i guess this would be hell. i have nothing left and without my presence i hardly even exist, salvation lies at the end of a rope or from wounds carved into the wrist, open your mind and perceive what we have all become, take my advice "it is always better to feel pain than to be completely numb." leave me to die amongst the blistering frost, a place where all hope is forever lost, the place i found when the line of insanity was finally crossed, i have found my home within this self imprisoning holocaust.
I.
Astronomical Ups and Downs,
Chronological In and Outs,
Agronomical Tractors and their Marijuana Out-fits,
Egocentrical Monks and Perverts,
Economical Charts and Cost pricing,
Methodological Costs and Expenses,
Sociological Frosts and Warm kindness,
Grease on my coat,Row this damn boat,
Can God's Clay Decay,
Can Ants learn to play in the Sunlight,
We must all roast and eat Vampires toasted in bread and salt.
II.
Madhatters have learnt to Drink Malt,
Five year olds have learnt to Drink more than one bottle of Beer,
You must have an eye for these and more of your roasted swine-in-Chilli
peppers,
Leave my colonies to be manned by my faithful and well trained Monkeys,
I will lead the assault for Rome,Paris and your little Malta,
I will sit and wait for the sun to Fall Asunder,
The day Bread never wants to called a Consortium of Crumbs,
Angels will come fetch your Rare Flowers...Oh! Cupid,
Your cup has drunken you stupid,
We are here for the big Fight sheath all Swords...Draw and shoot off your filthy
barrelled guns.
Whisper?
Why not shout?
Let wisdoms and
ignorances be
held equal on
the premise
of bravery.
Not to be judged
by the silent.
Let all ideology
flow forth from
the lips of
the masses.
Joy
holyness and grace
filled with joy on your face
silk and lace
to the one being amazed
in a puzzle of mazes
leaving traces of places
journey
traveling onward
spells and working
cloaked in spurs
from the pure
lure
let the spear
compliments of capture
reminiscing about being captured
you in the high stature
with society and sociological
analytical
make my tickle
trickle like sap
wear not the cap
tack my poster on the wall
scrolled with religious artifacts
tall and small
the lite legions
wear the halos
the light blinding us
trying to see the unwinding
path in the tunnel of hope
let us say happy to what we chose
Written tonuhalan/4/4/06/Tue
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