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Years passed, withal you stood ascendant.
Though many were their concupiscent sexual enticements,
Heretofore you remained earnest in unassailable chasteness.
Little did you know that your undoer is ready to strike at you.
At first sight, your heart intermitted;
On hearing her voice, your soul got excited.
At first felt exhaled breath, you veins got scorched.
At first touch, your mind got into nigrification.
Sensationally, you were ready to grant all my thoughts.
Why just a whistle could kill a soldier like you, you could not fathom.
After things happened, thence your enchainment emerged.
You turned slave but to the lustfulness.
The sight, breath, flesh, and touch became lords over you.
Without regrets, they pleasantly caress you to go against the Lord’s wills.
Now, whence cometh your redemption?
Voltaire says, “...a man is free the moment he wants to be”.
Only you can free yourself from your self-created incarceration
Set yourself liberated from the captivity of your negativity.
Copyright © Oyeniran Segun | Year Posted 2015
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O Death, thou art man’s closest ally!
From his mother’s womb thou hath banded with him;
thou were there when he exhaled his first breath.
Even than his veins, thou art nearer to him.
Surrounded by thousand mirrors, he sees thou not,
yet thou art more visible to him even than his own flesh.
Incessantly, he strives to free himself from you,
yet he could not do without your touch every night.
Alas! This touch of yours he calls ‘sleep’;
In his language he defines your touch (sleep) as
“a natural and periodic state of rest during which
consciousness of the world is suspended.”
Indeed God is close to man, but, O Death, thou art closer.
Life is death; Death is life.
Right from his conception in the womb of the living,
and from his first inhaled air of the land of the living,
man begun living his death.
Obviously, thou art no stranger to man;
thou art man’s closest friend.
Thou art a friend to all, indeed;
yet, remains a friend to none.
Therefore, let man learn how to be a better friend to Death.
Copyright © Oyeniran Segun | Year Posted 2016
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What will you do
when your strongest
eagle couldn't fly a mile?
What will you do
when your strongest
horse
couldn't run a mile?
What will you do
when you fastest cheetah
is outrun by a mice?
What will you do
when your everybody
becomes nobody?
What will you do
when your everything
become nothing?
What will you do
when all you could say
to express your state is
had I know?
What will you do
when the reason for your
happiness becomes the
source of your sadness
and dolefulness?
What will you do
when your enemies no
longer forster harm
designs against you but
you bloods and fleshes
do?
What will you do
when you find yourself
doing what you never
wanted to do and not
doing what you've
always wanted to do?
What will you do
when you find yourself
in an undue situation of:
do or do not
and all you can do is to
do the do?
Hmmm! What will you do
when you don't even
know what to do?
Copyright © Oyeniran Segun | Year Posted 2013
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