Life Is Empty But Us

You are trembling in the night
In the thick dark of nothing
Of nothing new
But feels
Grey creations of the mind
Of mental images colliding
And hurting the maker
But nothing is real
And nothing is dead.

Life is not all super powers
And life is all super powers
Life is our thoughts
Our creations
It is how we live it
And believe it
Turn it to pieces of war
Or some peace for all
Life is empty but us.

This Brand of Sin

I am innocent. Of certain lots of things.
Sacred lots of things, with women.
But it doesn't seem so. For I make some of them ‘victims’. Or so they accuse me. For their gods – a Jesus to Mohammed – forbid their deeds. But only for them to crawl back. To my ever waiting arms. For the same ‘sins’. And then, again, blur my innocence.

This image I never like, being guilty, for ‘sins’ that are not mine. I shouldn't care though, but I do. I should let them be star actors all they want but enjoy the warmth of those dim-lit breathtaking hours, they hardly resist, of peace. But silly I care for what they feel too.

Thing is, I’m not guilty as accused.
I am an adult. And if I could make a lot of adult decisions in life, I should be able to accept the outcomes.
Like a woman should too.
Like every adult should; to be some holier-than-thou saints or some baptized repenting sinners, to keep falling from the skies like the angels who were not contented with seeing the adult-life passing them by or save their innocence for rapture, to understand they are free to believe in things – real and unreal.


Hurting the next person physically and, or emotionally is the sin against nature – for my mindkind. Other sins beneath and above that – as accusing someone of dragging you into, while you were smiling and joyfully calling some gods' names with wet eyes – are but only exist in the mind of the doctrines of the accuser.

Their Sins, My Sins

My sins should worry
Not the heart of anybody
But help me to commit
The mind making it
To learn positively from
And walk the path of wisdom.

The Saviour You've Been Waiting For

You've waited for heaven
And the second coming of the Son
You've persevered
And lived in holiness
Yet, something kept missing.

You've searched for the truth
For the magic that lays it bare
But lies laugh at your face
And romance your thoughts
And nothing seems right.

Everything you believe in
Starts falling like some dry leaves
You throw your thoughts into space
Lost like a voice in an empty place
All you hear is an echo of all you sent.

And you've prayed and fasted
Talked with gods and gods
And kept waiting
Forever came to pass,
But the hero refused coming.

Find that inner peace
Listen to you
Wipe off the tears
The savior is in you
Shadowed by your tiny fears.

Broken Hearts

"You're heartbroken?

Ehya

Sorry boss, you'll be fine

Come on, just move on!"

The words flow easily

From people’s lips.

They are not the victim.

"But I've been there before,

And I know it’s hard

But get a grip dude

Just be yourself again."

Okay.

I will.

I smiled, got up

Had a cool shower

Got into my new jacket

Flirted with a girl

In the next street

And she opened her teeth!

Cool. Okay.

Moving on...

"See? Dude its easy. Told ya

Someone will do even better"

Then new girl came

First visit

All smiles

She's been dreaming of it

Almost all the years of you being

With the one that injured you.

Okay. Cool.

This is actually easy.

And you start,

"I'll love her

She looks fun"

Moving on...

Then she hugs you

Flashes... Cruel

Of the one gone.

And the torments

Of every imaginable scenes

Creeping back

Into every single minute

Of moving on!

And you can't tell!

And you can't love!

The flashes, images hacked you

And you begin to act strange

In the girl’s eyes,

"What is wrong with him?

I am more beautiful than his ex!"

Okay.

Problems

She's actually prettier than my ex

With those dimpled cheeks

And funny lips

But sweet

And her wet zones are even...

...errm, boy! I'll tell that next year ;)

Okays.

But something is missing

The connection is blank.

Maybe low

She's like a wetmate (forgive the word)

And you know you're doing it bad

Treating her like one.

The soul-touchy-kinda girl you want

The one with connection

4g, easy, steady is gone

And a part of you followed.

You try to 'confuse' yourself

That people are not the same

But you're wary

Unlike with the formal one

That you believed every lie

Now you doubt every truth

And there is no trust.

And you compare

And weigh

And cry

And wonder

How in god’s name you let the other slipped.

Some bounce back easily

Grab someone

And move on

For them, life is sweet

You only live once (yolo)

So why the stress? (Abeg jor)

Think less and enjoy

And have fun.

But it’s not so easy

For some of us

It is more than a game

It is A connection

Being part of something

You strongly believe in

And forever seek

That one person

That has a way with your heart

And not just to jump around pants and bras.

Another one with the touch

The lost connection

Like what you felt before

Is the medicine to your broken heart.

Or it remains an injured heart

Beating and pretending
To be fine.

Seductive Art

I could call it sex

But it'll be injustice

To the art

With its purity

In the poems

Written

In her body

And mine.

It was poetry too

An erotic taboo

That meets no other eyes

But the unflinching stares

From the walls

The happy sheets

And the warmth

Burned into the air

Into our breathes.

With each touch,

As soft as it comes,

As squeezing,

As hard,

And ripples,

And breathing whispers,

Wet our hearts

Our arts

And dances of burning flesh

To the seductive beats

Of sweet healing.

The bond with her soul,

Lifted me whole

It was beauty

Poetic than my art

More than poetry

That breathes in my heart.

I Killed Rage

Few years ago,

I could be called rage

And rightly so.

Some days ago,

I knew more with age,

And left rage to go.

I transformed into calm,

Became the feel of a soothing balm.

Like the deeper waters

That throw no arms but could drown you,

I play no boxer

And help brains into my arms.

The lessons weren't hard

I learned all in my backyard

It was my mind

I walled it and it held me bind

But I got it to obey

And I'm no longer its slave.