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Poetry

Why

 

The question lies;

 

Deep within these friendless skies,

 

Family with who you have no blood ties,

 

And they talk as if all of life; within blood lies,

 

What do they know; really?

 

What do they; or I, or you, for that matter…

 

What do we know of what truly matters?

 

Then; deep, within these friendly highs,

 

Lies the question…

 

Why; then?

 

Why?

 

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Thoughtful Tuesday: In The End

To which we say; we’ll be fine.

We will be, won’t we?

While we pick up the dust and ashes of failed dreams,

Romance and true love we killed on a whim,

In our youth, we danced and spun on fate’s wheeling wheels,

With wind in our sails we bent life to our will,

Will we or will we not forever live?

We will be fine; we say,

While forward! We march onto our graves.

We will be fine.


I Am The Doorway

 

Nothing lasts forever

Nobody stays

We just come together

For a while,

And then – go away

 

Is life a game;

We have no choice but play?

Why can’t words communicate,

Things important to say?

 

A hypocrite,

A flawed – no; a failed experiment;

Seeking perfection in others

Getting girls delivered like mail orders

No truth here, madam. Look further

 

Maybe happiness is a dream, a mirage, an illusion;

Maybe it’s meant for those with clear vision,

Or maybe that makes no sense. Maybe it’s just a joining of words;

In-fusion.

 

You don’t understand?

Okay; understand;

I’m romance’s Ozil; everyone else is Ronaldo or Messi,

The king of assists; the best of wingmen,

But when it’s my turn to score, things become messy!

Perhaps I’m meant to sit on the wings, man

 

So I accept. I’ll play Watcher,

Fold my hands, observe, watch her,

No happiness for me in love; no way,

I’ve accepted my fate; I am the doorway

 

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Promise.

 

 

When NEPA strikes and it feels like you’re stuck,

Hot, sticky and network sucks,

Know that –

Know that I love you,

And that’s enough

 

 

When you don’t have data and can’t browse,

When there’s nothing but a frown between your brows,

Be sure –

Be sure I love you,

Erase your doubts

 

 

When your ATM card is just an ornament, you’re broke,

And it’s hard to smile – you’re a quarter past broke

Reach out –

Reach and confirm, I love you,

Read these words I quote

 

 

When the past seems to intrude on the present,

Making lies of all the gifts; the present

Unwrap this –

Unwrap this package; I love you

That should make all the difference

 

 

And when, a few days to; you develop cold feet

I understand; marrying me is a feat,

Be brave –

Be brave; I love you

I’m with you all the way; victory or defeat

 

 

I know you no longer eat for one but two

You don’t have to try to please me too,

Just let me –

Let me do for you; I love you

Put your feet up darling, I’ll feed you

 

And when, you’re old, grey and all wrinkly,

You’ll still never have to ask; ‘hug me’

Baby –

Baby, I love you

Whether young, old or dying

I promise

 

 

Now,

Say you love me too.

 

 

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Omit.

 

 

I’m starting to forget you

 

Please remind me,

 

Or maybe I should send a mail,

 

And in the subject line:

 

Re: Mind Me

 

Mind Me;

 

‘Cos I’m being ignored,

 

You walk past me without a glance,

 

You moved too fast,

 

Reaching to touch the best times of my life,

 

But I’m looking through glass,

 

Now it feels like

 

It feels like I imagined you

 

Imagined this;

 

Creation of a fevered mind state,

 

Some more bullshit,

 

With mines, create….

 

Create…

 

What was I going to say?

 

 

 

Yes. I was writing about some girl…

 

But I can’t – don’t –

 

…remember her name.


Freestyle Friday: Random

 

 

 

Girls a’playing,

Time’s a’wastin’

Discordant chords banging,

And me?

I’m just straying.

 

 

Strolling,

Slaying,

Demons in my thoughts,

So I’m praying

Waylayin’,

Any pretty young thing

I can be laying

 

 

Can I be serious tho?

 

 

I’m just straying.

And me?

Discordant chords banging

 

Time’s a’wasting,

And girls are just playing,

 

 

I’m trying to be serious,

But these girls are just playing.

 

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Blame Game

 

A hooker gets a call from her boy; “Hey lover,”

A man is thinking of cheating; he’s married to a banker

That’s the next thing, right? He’s had enough of anger,

Making a rope out of his own sins to hang her

Pushed my girl so far if she cheats, it won’t be cheating;

My neighbor loves his wife, but can’t stop the beating

Casualties of war; who’s to stop us bleeding?

Didn’t you buy the goat? Why complain about the bleating?

He just wants to get married man, fuck waiting,

All of his age-mates have done it na; haba wetin?!

Met a simple girl who just wanted the same thing;

Look at them now, omo love is a strange thing!

That’s how I cornered Moji, at the area block party,

Dancing, bumping grinding, I swear, that girl nasty,

I’m all well-meaning, so I followed her home,

In my last moments, I’m still thinking she likes me!

Bolarinwa is cheating on his wife with his daughter,

No need to hide; his wife is doing the pastor,

Someone will soon say the devil is doing the pastor

I guess Lucifer teaches doggystyle; Pastor, ride on!

My sins; I’m paraphrasing, my life; I choose to write on,

Deep like a forest path, walking with snakes and pythons,

No one to trust – it’s my fault? Okay! Right on!

Cast the first stone if you will – just choose the right one

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