SHALE PILLARS

We gathered so much, yet we left everything behind
We combed the crusts for corruptible treasures to find
But Heaven awaits the cruel's repentance as hell calls for cries of the kind
No more will I seek my freedom's arms to bind

Now that you're back here, my heart won't fear
To glee upon the freedom of your face so fair
With time, I bet, your make up will run
And your fair skin the sun may burn
But this love won't fade off this old heart

Last night, cupid shapes did deform
As the clouds of nocturne lost their ameobic form
Hope's grasses got fed with wet grace
Yea, obviously hard was new life's soft embrace
Still, love, fall not upon me again as acid rain

I'll plant my sweet kiss upon your silky brow
Yet, by tomorrow's surreal sunrise, you'll miss the snow
Repeal that, it's not what it should be
We should still be us, friends, you and me

Ara 'deinde
April 2015
#empireofbards

DESIRER

(A piece for performance poetry)

I don't just want to be the man I am
I want to be the man I can be, the true me
The me that is to violate mediocre rules
Rule my mentality and potential with an iron hand
Hand down the rudiments of common sense to those to come after me
Mediating between spirit and physic, soul and body, body and spirit
Embodying the true spirit of emancipation of the Nigerian state of mind.

I do
Want to be the hand holding the hands of the destitute
The lame, maimed, "area" and prostitute
Fool-proofing a sinner's feeling of euphoria,
Not one he gets from drugs and mugs filled with bitter booze;
Not one the killer gets after killing just to feel good;
No, not the joy of lacerny nor of evil propounded to feed on good;
Not the pleasure of pain when a frail saint fails and falls on a bed of thorns he calls the bed of love, lust it is....
That's no truce with my truth!

They say charity begins at home, but where is the Charity to share when the love we feel is from the head and not from here (the heart)?
I want to love these people, feel what they feel sometimes, teach them how to cope with social solitude and society's disparaging attitude towards humanity
But
I want my own me too
The true me
I can and will be
The real me

The truth of that euphoria is the truth in the love of Christ
Christ sent from God
God that so loved souls so lost
Love so pretty and pure
Purity worn in the form of a demure garment
But
I tell you what, I want to relate with that euphoria too

I desire of me the strength of steel
To acquire a zeal, not treasures to steal
I want stirred in me a peace so still
Of a new agenda, with God's own seal.

Ara 'deinde
April 2015