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Osuji Christopher Poem
Beneath the man is a lucid vagina,
Censored in thick debris of fur.
Death in the midst of its debris is a glory
Non should behold.
A boy in all certainty, girl deep beneath.
Alas, I swirm, nothing in life is real,
But the squirting sound of an orgasming she male.
Copyright © Osuji Christopher | Year Posted 2015
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Osuji Christopher Poem
Memory in hand and pen agape
The allusions flow freely
I’d start in abit.
The rigours of stages in life
Is a farce I am yet to comprehend
I’d write
A time saddled with burden of innocence
So lavished.
The peer’s shadows looms over
Lost in the crowd of our thoughts
Envy is measured.
In maturity confusion is eminent
At a point nothing is pleasing
Efforts become so vague, we end partying in graves
At peace with everything but ourselves.
In strangers strides, memory at hand fades.
Copyright © Osuji Christopher | Year Posted 2016
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Osuji Christopher Poem
Love Adored
Love Yearned for
love, a brother's in return
A past so magnificent
the stars cant compare.
Glittering moments fills my thinking.
a past i just knew i had
A future so bleak i wish id never wear.
colorless robes i envision,yearning for warmth
Alas i stand,
like a flowing river moving so far from the banks
coursed to a void
A past i just knew i had,
a future so bleak.
love! a brother's in return.
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Osuji Christopher Poem
Burst into that tight cleavage
In search of a dept non had reached before,
In a darkness so sweet and embracing
Pumped up, with vigor the thrusting continues
An endless wave of moans drowns the background
Yes! Id hit edges and probably bruise
Yet I persist
A lingering joy awaits in accomplishment.
In what seemed like seconds of eternity
I arrive, a boyish smile preceding
An arrival met with utmostly great enduring pleasure.
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a victim of the multiple offences
of this world, a few I share guilt
others I own innocence,
devoid of edges of any sort.
My burden is one of insides
I have grown into a man I must look down on.
Institutions drove me here
Sitting, reminiscing on a past
Seeking its entry in the present
There is non.
I turn to love
A deceitful constant in my existence
It always failed, my constant failure
I scream to family a pill to my woes
Its dosage never sufficient
Shadowed disease’s victory ever in sight
I look to tears
Ease my lingering burden
But my tears is a coward
I have learned to respect
My one true offense is a gift
Of nature
Copyright © Osuji Christopher | Year Posted 2017
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Osuji Christopher Poem
I pierced through a rubble of emptiness
And came out with a baked ice.
Encouraged by my loot, I journeyed
To the land of nothingness,
There I built a castle made of shadow
Glorious in its see through walls.
There I dwell a King to myself.
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