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.

Lord Has Mercy

People tell bad things by their actions. And tell pleasing things in words. Even when the words are farfetched from pleasing.

They try to make it mild.

To bury the deeper truth in their soul and pour out -at best- what they feel the other may be able to contain. They take it they are the I-know-it-more and others deserved only what they can give. And never what the others deserved.

And they are right.

Selfish and smart.

Even with those who believe in God -the selfless acclaimed wise deity.

And God loves them! He loves the smart ones!

The good selfish-smart ones.

But somewhere, it creates bad ones. They learned and got to be so, sometimes- because the good ones were selfish.

And smart and wise.

But selfish.

And God is good with it.

But it is not an excuse, to be bad.

In telling truth, they may not be wise-if wisdom has been about truth. And Truth only.

It should be though. But when the wise ones are just good with painting truthful and selfless images and you see it-as it is-truthful, yet from a deeper look, it was selfish. Very.

But it was truth.

Theirs.

And you’ll just have to accept -not to care- for peace. Or care, and get the world into explosion. The world is soaked in err.

But if many should understand the ground for peace…

You may never know the truth because their actions and the words might be a well rehearsed script or grand experiences that floated and got them into the mastery level of telling lies in honest truth. They don't tell you the truth. They can't. They refused. They blinded it.

Because that's what they choose.

Their patterns.

Their lives.

And they conclude that it is what you wanted to hear. Or deserved. And you can go to hell. Because they can also lie on God's name.

After all, Lord Has Mercy!

You got lies.  Half truths. Or shut out. Your emotions -in stages- hardened. Becomes that you must be -to breathe. And be human.

And do things.

Stuffs. Sin.

Because it was forgiven! Wiped away! Bought in mount Calvary! Paid in full! By a Man! A son of God! For the rest of the Children of God! And now you can sin-lie!

Because it was washed away.

But other humans suffer. 

Maybe they aren’t wise enough. Maybe they got innocent emotions.

With limited experiences. Who never bothered to develop their minds.

Like you did. Into doing stuffs -and live easily, because it’s already forgiven.

But some of them may die for it.

Or get crippled.

And it’s not your fault.

You are not their creator and you should care less...

Nonetheless, it kills.

But it is nature.

We got to have bad for good to be seen.

The poor will always be among us, that we may have the rich.

There exist fools that we may know the wise.

The under-privileged for the charity givers.

Deaths for others to live.

Sins…for forgiveness.

It is nature…

Or we created all.

And slowly, one man fades...for another to reign.

And Lord Has Mercy.

Her Smiles

And she had your thought watching the replays of the little time spent together. 
The scenes weren't perfect for love dreamers. 
But she got you. 
 And her stay in your thought is true. 
And you want her. 
To be closer.

There is this magic about smiles. 
It saves you from going the extra miles, 
To have someone calmed into your arms. 
It was the magic she played on me. 
Or rather I was the one shinning more of the teeth. 
It was beautiful 
And she was blushing all through. 
It was sweet charming her but she was just sweeter.
Its okay to tell everyone she was falling 
Because I fell for her before I could get her smiling.
I'll bless her with the happiness of the love in me. 
Even if all she'll ever do is just smiling for me.

My Religion

From my childhood to my now adult
I've been seeking the reason
I was ever created, like I am.

The answers I get
Take me to lost lands.

I've come to the insight
I'm just a specimen
Passing through trials
To end in penance
If I fail my test
Of knowing bad is bad
And bad is not a crime just against God
But the person next to me

I accept, to my understanding
Religion will make me hate another being
Not because he treats me or another badly.

I am no more a programmed religion person
But a living believing in one Creator of all living
Who hates any inhumane acts from one to another.

This is, and will remain, my only and true religion.

I See Too, In Darkness

As the sun rises, shinning;
So too it goes away
By clouds that give it a break
By the earth, because it moves
And the sunlight cools
And there is night.

At times the moon helps with the stars
And we have some light at night
I like the night
The thick dark night
Alone. Without the lights
In the deep of nowhere
Rolling in the dark
Walking its length.

I see easily in the dark
With no special strength
I create the lights with a tap
Not because I'm a saint
Or a sinner
Or was born with a seal
No.

I can walk through the darkest pit
And I'll be fine
Because I've trained myself to be
And I'm always...training
Learning.

la Kyana

I wasn't heartbroken

Not in the sense of it

More like "let-it-go"

Or you will get it so.

She is the best of ladies,

If she ends up to be the last

I felt, loved and missed her

But she pushed me farther

Three times I called us quit

The chances were more,

To make us right, bonded

Sadly, the lies got us ended

I wasn't without some scars

I got drowned into hers

And I got to wiping it

To take us to purity

I couldn't, I... Yea, I couldn't

Now I'm back into my skin

Wishing her a life that glows

The beautiful one I did know

Goodbye la Kyana

Most beautiful angel

Keep thy heart beating

You will get back to dancing.

Bearded Child

Today I’m supposed to be seeing a child

A baby, my first… but again, I’m the child

A tall, too thoughtful and bearded child

I was the stubborn child, to my dad

To my mom, a good son, a brave lad

If for her alone, I can never go bad

I'll have a child of my own

Watch it learn and grow

Nurture it to know

Like my parents did me

Like my poetic parents showed me

To train their minds to step the world in great pace.