THE SHADOWS THAT LURKS
Fading like a shadow, evanescent like snow
this shadow we call life and do not know
here today a beacon of hope and certitude
there tomorrow an emblem of fate's ingratitude

Tears of regret, deep rooted pain and dread
of life's transiency and fate's cruelty
but that also fades with the shadow
the shadow that we now know

Too young she was
still blossoming in love
now gone beyond 
the circle of darkness and void

For if we are by our acts remembered
then she never lived
but in puerile smiles and cries
and vain tantrums and wild dances

Indeed what shall her epitaph read?
what requiem shall we sing in dark clothing?
what shall dwell in her pages
Oh! by whom shall we remember her


Too young she was
still blossoming in love
now gone beyond 
the circle of darkness and void

Alas! young and full of love
now to be reborn
we shall remember her legacy
the legacy of a story untold




what do you do when you witness the death of a very young child?
how do you feel?
i wrote this poem in response to that question and that experience.
believe me, it is not the best of feeling, it crushes your hope in life and fairness and it smolders your believe in fate.
but such is life
OR WHAT DO YOU THINK?

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THE FACE OF ART

                                       THE FACE OF ART
Throw in the brushes and strokes here
let us give character to art's dimensions
resonating lines void of fear
palettes and strokes of sharpened visions

Too long have you wondered dear hermit
i have watched you watch the setting sun
beneath that sequoia tree void of wit
seeking a miracle to fashion art's urn

worry no more for her face have i seen
lounged in the pool of the plutonian spring
yes. lights did spark at beauty so serene
still there was that lack of ethereal ring

she walks both the yellow and brown path
plagued by fear like us all
she dances to rhythm and weeps when hurt
and is not a Mona Lisa in a french mall

when she spoke it was not a rumble
but a sotto thunderous whisper
a cry in the wilderness of shadowed trouble
a song to the passionate soul none sweeter

men who seek me in the dark
must shift their tent to areas brighter
for though the tunnel leads to light
it remains dark after the tide

Today 10th of April is my birthday so i have decided to start a new anthology of poems in honor of God and me...
i have a lot to talk about but that will have to wait
enjoy...

CONVERSATIONS: Too many big words

(ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS THAT CONTRASTS BIG WORDS WITH SIMPLE THEMES)

CONVERSATION 1

I am convulsed genially of expressions

There resides within this vessel a vortex

It rages like snow in Christmas

And green weed in autumn

Depart! Depravity and incertitude

Twin sisters of all Gothic and surreal

It’s a queer day

Perchance the sun will hoist her gargantuan mast

And the moon a melancholic tune

The stars might caper in hilarious gaiety

And blue leaves fall from green skies

Till I recall a certain phenomenon

Maybe all I need do in simplicity

Is to myself a happy birthday wish

For big words doth spoil big days

And in simplicity alone I was formed

okay!! so i was wondering what life would be like if we could all live as though this earth has all the trappings of the paradise we often imagine:  so i imagined a world where we all experience the pleasantries of heaven while yet caught in the weathered garbs of the earth:

HEAVEN ON EARTH

There is that green hill far away

There is that purple land yon the stills

An elixir of heightened passion

A festival of pure devotion

Where our hearts knows no lust

Our spirit soar yon grey courses

And every moment’s heavy with passion

Love ticking like a petulant clock

We may live here with the dregs of ambition

But our souls are not of same propensities

And though we feel the earth beneath us

Our hearts are fled long away from hence

good afternoon friends. have you ever wondered why some things are the way they are?

well i do that a lot and after much thinking, i came to this conclusion about an issue that has been tugging me...

HOW TO BE RICH AT ALL TIMES

Some things in life leaves you puzzled as to whether there is a God and if there is: why things are often conflicted.

Recently I was in the office when a colleague walked in and saw a recently acquired device on my desk: An iphone4.

“Ha! Big boy” he hailed “Na you dey reign oh” he added as he felt the sleek nature of the device

“How much did you get it?” he asked “This thing looks like it will be worth over a hundred thousand” he added suggestively

I nodded in concurrence to the price range but went on to inform him that I didn’t purchase the device myself but that it was a gift from my elder brother.

He stared at me in gaping surprise like I had just called Obama a racist. When eventually I asked him the reason for his surprise, he went on to explain how all through his life he has never been given any thing for free and how he has come to the conclusion that before anyone would give anything free to another person, he or she must have something more than that gift in his or her mind as a reward.

This seemed utterly ridiculous to me. All through my life I have enjoyed things for free and have equally given things for free most times with no ulterior motive involved.

Never did it occur to me that out there were people to whom the idea of a free gift was alien.

The statement “what you have is not valuable to you until you lose it” suddenly made sense to me but most important was what I learnt after listening to his life story.

According to him, he has neither brother, sister nor parents. He has been alone from the day he came to Lagos. He has lived on the train station, has had to sleep in the church for a while, even washed cars for his fellow church members until he was able to hustle enough to learn music and make a passable living.

And in spite of this, he still measured his situation to be roses and diamond when compared to others. He drew my attention to a particular scenario when he was trekking down from Badagry and saw a teenage boy cuddled in a wrapper under the bridge and it occurred to him that even in his predicament, he was still better than some people. 

It was at that moment that a lot of things became clear to me: the anger that always resonates in this said colleague of mine, his interrogative way of approaching everything and his extreme ambitious nature.

Sometimes it seems life defines for us what we are to be and personally i think it is not fair on all. Or is it, what do you think?

Here are some lessons I learnt from that day and I hope you keep them to heart.

Life should not be measured in possessions and comfort but in being happy everyday from the little successes we can get. So whether you are in the palace or in the streets, you deserve to be happy and enjoy every moment of life.

If you are fortunate to have things others do not have, it is not an avenue to feel puffed and royal, it is only an opportunity to reach out to others who are not that fortunate.

Nothing in life is permitted to define your character, mood and personality because what is gloomy and drab today can tomorrow become a light to all.

You don’t have to work and struggle for everything in life because the best thing in life comes freely.

All you need to have a happy and fulfilled life is to find a purpose that brings joy to you and devote all your life to it.

Nothing should be too big to give or receive.

If your main purpose in life is material possessions, then you are bound to end up depressed in life.

                                                                                   DA ALLOSIAN POET

here are some poems that came to me in my sanctuary of deep reflection. read and let me know your opinion

RANDOM THOUGHTS

Hope is a fickle word

The blunt edge of a dwindling sword

Time is of vague conceit

A loner’s dance to strange deceit

Memories are uncertain friends

Seeming to go but never tends

Love is a woman weapon

And a sly man’s coupon

Death is the strangest of all

Fierce, weird, ugly and tall

If I had but time I would have them all

But who knows whence I might fall

GENTLE THROES

How much longer can we go?

Each gentle thrust of lust and woe

Who shall oil the wheels of our hearts?

As we stumble thro fate’s muddy path

Sweet sorrows we all have

As gentle groans our troubles carve

     We cry through the blood red rivers

While our soul lustfully shivers

Dear lover, shall we go all night?

In Interludes of debase blight

Perhaps we can stare at the moon

And find knowledge in her pregnant gloom

Or dance the fierce tune of fire

Rekindling: A phoenix born of mire

Each day we go through these motions

Our vain and lowly devotions

Until hope teaches us the songs

Of painless love and where beauty belongs