A birthday thought

I know not a why I was ever born
Or a why I’m still living

These thoughts I’ll always have
Been conceived the day I touched my egg
Just for being a life I never asked

I lived through simplicity
And faced difficulties
Yet, growing
And learning

I’ve caused injuries
I’ve messed around
Yet, I try to be a healer
To the diseases I spread

I recognize
The child in me
The adult I must be
The power in knowing
The healing in words
The sins behind walls
And the emptiness in men

I remember being
A life
Vanity
Today, a year
To vanity
But I strive on
Achieving vanity
And won’t give up
For vanity
Till I be a bone to flesh
And flesh to bones
Knowing another day from now 
Might be my death day too

But its my birthday now
I'll savour the moment
And breath its air
With you.

Naked

I'm bare
I'm failing
Wandering in a restless sleep
In the sea front of dead ghosts
And sheer emptiness


I should be up
I should be hearty
But the silence in my heart
Scares reasons to decay
And thoughts to ashes

An aching emptiness and
A lingering cruelty Planted in the soul
Like a growing void
Dead
Yet dying.

The Pope is weird

I help the rich
Criticise the poor
And envy the weak
I add enemies
And minus friends
I'm dedicated to playing
And a naughty at work
I crawl long distances
And use flight to the next door
I snore awake
And talk asleep
I eat water
Chew coffee
And drink bread
I bathe with shoes
And walk places barefooted
Studying at clubs
Drinking beer in classes
Peeing while walking
Meeting friends at war zones
I make out on Iroko trees
Wash in my bedroom
And sleep in tubs
I'm most handsome dressed naked
And look local in my tuxedo
My ears made my four eyes

And I am just normal, or
The Pope is weird.

Crucify me

Crucify me but save the world

I’ve been cuddled with the rich
But a cripple among the poor
Drinking air. Chewing water as ever
Polluted air. Spoilt water
By your fore-parents
And now you
And you ask what, how or why my brain got asthma…
I'm in the clinic,
But you’re not my nurse.

I’ve been said to be smiling
Amidst my dreadful cries
I’ve been painted frowning
With a smile like Mona Lisa
I’ve been made a stranger
In my bedroom
Called foolish speaking wisdom
And wise trading foolishness
None have helped me.

I’m a sinner not a saint
My planned holiness is minus
I’m tainted for only my sake
So what’s the deal with you?
When I don’t drag you…
Must you me?
Even, you can’t save me.

If I’ve gone beyond forgiveness,
Get your nails and hammer
In the open or dark
To walls, seen and unseen
To woods, used and unused
To the air, to wells
Crucify me!
I’ll say “thank you” as my last words
Just paint me no more than I do
You’ll help me and save the world.

Peace, At Last

He was beaming full
She was beautiful

The wind gathers
Cooling the rustling of the grasses
The chirping of the crickets
The watching eyes of the stars

We sat lovingly on a smooth rock

The night thickens
Like little children, we looked up
Watching the half-plate-like moon
Traveling, slowly, quietly.

For some seconds
The moon got lost.
The air slew cold.
Breathless, we coiled on each other

And the cloud openned.
Seeing paradise
With no words, our fight died
And we fell in love again.

A dreamy star stared. Approving.
Slowly, her eyes got filled
And her tears peeled
Mine gathered only.

I held her
Her head on my shoulder.
It was peace,
At last.

More Than Sex

18 + ONLY

“We’re having sex…
ooh… mmh… haaa”
It was a joke.
But she was loud enough.
And the voice was sexy.
I swallowed.

At the same time
“Luke, your girl is crazy,
I’ll throw her out of this house…”
I was on the phone with her boyfriend,
My old close buddy, Lucas.

She went on
“Oh… yea… sex… sex... do me…”

Earlier in the day
" LJ, my girl is coming to Lag,
Abeg, mek she crash for your bunk"

"Ah, see jolly for me! Na woman you wan
dash me free of charge so?" I joked

"Be serious jor. She is my wife o!
So put on your iron pants and treat her good"

"Yes sir"

Late in the evening
She arrived.
I welcomed her and seeing all the
curves in the right places, I knew
I needed more than two iron pants.

And boy, she'll be fun.

Then my friend was calling.
"He wants to find out if I'm having sex with you"
She said, laughing "Just pick the call and watch me"

While speaking with my friend, she went
ahead blabbing of doing me.
Lucas said she could be crazy sometimes.

And I-like-sometimes-crazy-girls

I ended the call, assuring Lucas in a stern voice
(I didn't know will be a lie) his girl is in a trusted hand.

Your crazy girl is in a crazy hand.
My thought countered.

I rose, (maybe) to go out
But I staggered
She was there to help
But I thought she liked my lips.

I made the move.

I wasn’t sure what happened next

Thirst
Hunger
Passion
Kisses


I found all the access buttons
And my fingers found its way to her pants

Tender touch
Soft moans
Side finger dipping
Fast breathe

As her hand feels the hardness of my...

Thoughts
Reasoning
Why
How
All left us alone

The wall should have said something
But it stood still,
In awe of our ecstasy

Until she was naked.

And I knew, I was a prisoner
Serving his time,
Patiently.

I went on my knees
To smell her
To taste her treasures
Wet
My mouth filled her
And my tongue found her clit...

She sang through moans
Loud enough to reach heaven
For I heard angelic beats
From the touches of my tongue
Sending rhythms through her body
As she pressed my head deeper
Breathless, I felt more alive
I drank from her well
Filled with juices for my well.
She begged for more
And cried in words I was too drunk to understand

She stroke me
Tip to tip
With her tongue and
Gently, covered me
I stroke her hair
Watched her sweet face
As her lips covered me
My hardness should have burst

Then her legs, wide apart
I descended
As she guidesd me with her hands
Into a journey known
But a part yet travelled by me
I hanged at the tip of her...
Stroking her with the tip of my...
I lowered

Gasp
But bliss

The ride kicked, slowly... slowly
Deep... deeper... fast
Changing gears at befitting intervals
To the routes and feels of the drivers
Two drivers, one ride, changing seats,
Destined for a destination.

And
I came
Inside her
Her legs around my waste

Earth's dance
Heaven's songs
Hell's beats
Stood quiet to watch
To here bodies speaking in tongue

My thoughts levitate
For seconds of heavenly numbness
In the act of making love.

We fell apart.

More than the sex
Was the bitter truth
I betrayed a good friend.

I Smile

He was putting on my faded army-color pants

With a ash-colored T-shirt and a simple pair of slippers.

The side bottom of the slippers was chopped off.

He walked tall!

He was bouncing.

Old-school boy.

..outdated youngy, he thought..

I smiled.


His 3inches long hair was well-combed

Standing straight like a fertilized young guinea-corn plant

Black like a beautiful African Queen.

Some brownish set of his hair strands appeared in the middle

He thought it a trending style!


He was a beautiful president Obasanjo to behold.

It took him an hour to get that appearance

And it worked.

On his way, he caught eyes, many eyes for a fact!

Admiration? Nah!

But he was aware! He knew.

Many laughed,

Others wondered,

Some were confused...like he was.

His granny, if alive, would have been a guy

To give him a marvelous smile!

Somehow, he felt his granny's dimple cheeks

Billowing that sweet smile!

He smiled.


It was that moment he turned

And there she stood

O.h. m.y. G.o.d.

Damn! ‘Omni-angel’ his mouth screamed

It was whispers

His eyes were disordered in its socket

Fixed to that one standing soul!

Who alone seems to exist in the planet


She looked at him now

He was lost!

Confused…lost!

A moron!

Why?
I wondered…

He wanted to move

He tripped off
His slippers made issues worse

The bottom gave way to the top

He tried smiling

He succeeded in frowning..

He picked up the pieces, looked up…
She was there!

Staring..

She smiled now...at him

*jeez*

He was doomed.


Had I known, I could have put on a better slippers.

He thought.


With the pieces on his palm,

His right foot bare on the ground,

Girlishly, he waved.

She waved back... sweetly, lovingly..

Smiles...


He responded broadly... she gave a soft laugh.

*wow*


He closed his eyes..

Maybe it took him hours..


When I opened my eyes,

I was staring into my in-room

Half-human-sized-mirror.

My comb held into my low-cut good-looking hair

I was in my black top,

Well toke into my white pants.

I thought I was dreaming...

Combing my hair, then a dream...

A reverie...

I pinched myself, I was real!


I smiled and took my folder.

Office, here I come…

My day has got to be smiles.

I smiled!


Now, I smile..

Go… go… go

A story end now I felt
Like an old past you left
Now it seems we’ve never met

You were a sweet start
To a bitter middle
To a sweeter end
Of a closed book

Go… go… go

You felt hid
Now you’re free
So spree
Or bleed

Your life is bliss
I wouldn’t cause it a hiss
Nor be a pissing piece
But a ticking peace

I people always leave
But I let it go
For I always live
And make a life gold

If you're not needed, let it go... go... go

How Sinful Am I?

The life that takes you to hell

And the one that leads to heaven

You live it… for what?

Realms above, below?

For you?


When I do well (good)

I do… because it makes me.

And I’m glad….

I could show me.


When I do badly (bad)

Is it me?

Because I’m glad I did?

So… it makes me?



Who made the choices?

I mean from birth….

To environment

To culture

To what I do

To thoughts

In my in and out actions…

You, me, the devil, God…?


The good end up in heaven

The bad in hell…as told

And as well believed.

Can’t the bad just change…?

Like they liked to be anguished in hell?

For some moments of pleasure?

Just… what’s the point?

In all of it…


And yes, the numbers to hell

From what ‘hellers’ are

Far beats ‘heaveners’

And increasing…

As does sins.


And I wonder,

Not for the fear of hell

Or the pleasures heaven awaits

How holy am I?

Just for the sake of me




And what makes me is you

For without you,

I will be holy...

Or sinful.

Sex is Art

Sex is of the mind
Communed into souls
For talking
For listening
And smiling bodies

It’s not a burden
Or for sales
It’s not poor
Or for fools
It’s not just a deed

It is a mixing
A combining of feels
Of ready bodies
With easy going
Where force dies
Where touch is made
And smell plays
And sweats drop
And moves rise
Sex is bliss

It comes from in depth
To surface in depth
To meaning in depth
To purity in depth
To art in depth

Sex is good,
Rich
Wise
Not a sin

Sex is art

Do not destroy sex.

Torture sex.

Misuse sex.

Demean sex.

Do not kill art.


Written for minds that understand sex