THE ROAD TAKEN

 

Luggage in one hand

Handkerchief in the other

She found herself waiting

For the next train – lost –

In a distant station

Disheveled ebony hair

A bloody shirt-untucked-

And a scarred face

Her state plainly passive

Forced into a relationship

A cold-hearted

Portly miscreant

Sucked of her youth nectar

And exotic essence

Exploiting her intrigue

Tranquility …

Soul feverishness

She never found a chance

To speak

Because of her tepidness

- his indifference -?

An arduous life

She couldn’t bear anymore

Three years of subjugation

With a secluded presence

To scorn

Her soul was put into usurpation

And destiny showed her no clemency

At all…

Her torn heart

Shattered apart

Couldn’t mend again

As two times she got pregnant

Two times…

She underwent abortion

Never of her own free will

The forthcoming train whistles

Ecstatic comfort…

As she stepped into

Questions of tomorrow

And the never ending sorrow

Driving her skeptic

Where would she go?

What would she do next?

Nevertheless, the train took off

With swiftness

As her memories

Memories of an overdue life

Flashed right before her eyes

It was the first time

She said no to suffering

The first time

To take a permanent decision

Of her own, very personal volition…

Beseech me, my prince!

It has been said,
 That some don't know what love is
Well, "My heart will not rest until, I can have thee"
Because I know with you, true loves bliss
For, I feel you in my heart
I feel you my in my soul
I see you in my dreams at night

But.....

But, I haven't you yet, to hold
When I reach for you
You leave me for another
 This dream in my head
Drives my spirit mad
 Consciously,  I await
For that " one day" to arrive

Yet....

That you shall appear
In front of me,
Saying I love you, " Xena "
Subconsciously, my mind drifts away
From these thoughts
As I have stopped searching
Until, my Prince has come for me
As when "our " love is meant to be..

Hoping....

For that time to come,
For you to take me by my hand
To lead me with yours
As a Prince shall do
To carry his Princess
Beyond this life
To his palace, to his chamber
To places,
She's never been

 I'm Smiling...

Because you leave me, my love
Breathlessly speechless
Opening my eyes, I see you
For beautiful possibilities to come
Which lifts my spirit
As it soothes my soul to peace
Back to where it all began
As day one.

 Waiting....

 I patiently wait in this journey for you..
As my conscious mind
Starts to develop
 Thoughts start to "fade away"
Subconsciously within my spirit
My soul and heart never fades
 But my thoughts runs wild
Afraid of loosing you.

 Thoughts....

 Of you, during the intervening hours,
Drive me crazy.
When I think your almost close
My spirit calls out to you
"My Prince come unto me" 
As I think your real close
The appearance of your being
Appears before me
As your voice whispers
" Xena, I love you "


 My Prince...

I stand in Awe, almost frozed
 For in my dreams you fade away
" My Prince, no please don't go"
Then instantly it appears to be,
 Utter insanity to have such thoughts
 As my spirit revives my soul back to reality..
It gives me strength
To do the seemingly impossible

 To " hope one day "

As your love gives me hope
When there appears to be none
As I call out to thee
Almist the wind of thy spirits
 Whispering your name, back
" ____" I love you
 Throughout thy universe
I hear you call out
Unto me, my love, my Prince


 As I Am
Praying to God....

 You shall find and beseech me
Without thy lust..
But, to be that of a true heavenly love
Sent from God above
As I, your one and only love
To have and hold as
Your Princess, for your everything to be
Within this life, to the next
Beseech me, O'love
Beseech me!

WHO AM I?

 

Flooded with questions

In my thoughts

With no answers

In my submersion

Who am I really?

A poet of inspiration

Or aspersion?

Because I’m filled with

Both hope and hate

Or am I just shaped by their merging?

Hope and hate

Equal forces just shaped

In different versions

How am I am a combination of opposites

A being of both morals and perversions

How can I know who I am?

If I’m always in the midst of conversions

Being in between

And at the seams

Between restarts

And reversions

So why the aversion?

I question inwardly

But I seem to be drowning

Deeply…

In the question

I guess I’m just a person

Shaped by experiences

And diversions,

Little wonder

I feel like a different person

I am an in-between

In a immersion

I’m who I was

I was who I’ll be

And if I never find out

Who I really am

May be it’s because

I’ve left you all my self inversions              

 

Happy Mother's Day

I wish all mother's a fantastic day and many more years of laughter and joy a mother could ever experience

IN MY WORLD

 

My short life is a loan

For my failures, only I is to blame

And when the day is done

The earth absorbs my moan

In my world

I choose not to be grief-stricken

And absorbed in the ills of the world

The amplitude of my hopes

No one can debunk

As a fish gasps for breathe

When it’s tossed into earth

So do I walk in pursuit of bliss

That cannot be felt

When pleasure becomes incapacitated

Deeply and tightly

In contempt’s seizure

I refuse to allow the strings of hope break

And the melody of life flow out of key

For then we hear the echoing silence of brokenness

My salivating tongue languish in famish

I have spoken and acted without rest

My belief: a little faith can move mountains

Our world my be hopeless

But mine is hopeful

I dutifully wait and cling unto thin ropes

As I am faced with unavoidable loopholes

I want like a deserted wife

Longing for her lover’s homecoming

As the ocean hasten to the sandy shore

And pride dines with prejudice at ego’s table

My heart budges to the soothing succour

Of the simple fact that I still live on

It’s our world

Influenced individually by us

Where there’s a will there’s a way

All for one, one for all

 

Have faith

Look at yourself now; you're at home in

your room. You keep on putting on a smile

but you're not happy at all. You keep on

telling your friends that everything is okay

but at heart you have deep thoughts. You

look at the pictures of the person your

heart yearns for; you admire happy

couples that you find taking cute pictures

together, you're thinking you'll be forever

alone. Seriously you're tired of being

lonely and single. You keep on praying to

God for a change but… You have failed to

find someone to love you the way you are

and you're thinking that because you don't

have the stunning face, the thinnest body,

an expensive car, oodles of money, the

clearest skin, and other attractive features

could be the reason why. But you know

what my friend? Wait. Wait for someone

special to accept you with all the

imperfections you carry. I know you might

be seeing everything wrong with yourself,

but someone will come in your life and

he/she will see everything right for him/

herself. Stop thinking that you were

cursed, or bewitched, just relax and wait

for what you deserve. Don't rush because

the best is not so far from you. God has

something cooking up for you

Music in Me

 

These aren’t just notes that I play…

What this is, is a confluence

A meeting of music, ideas and love

The piano… a musical conduct

The keyboard… a forum for chromatic dialogue

Dialogue between ebony and ivory

Working together, labouring to produce…

Magic

When I play, I don’t just play the instrument

I gently caress the delicate keys…

Like a gentle, passionate kiss

This is love

The music and I are one

A celebration of life, melded in symphonic ecstasy

I rise above myself and look down at what I do

As though God himself, speaks to me

And in his magnificence… tells me:

“This is who you are… share your joy!

Bring forth the gift of music to the multitudes!”

I put my heart in my hands,

My fingers glide forth

I am guided by the divine rite of our creator

He, who gave me this precious gift of the pastoral,

Hewn frond the lathe of Heaven

It is a feeling of sheer happiness and joy

As I am rapt with serendipitous anticipation

A sense of invincibility permeates my cause

My corporeal being, transmuted to dramatic energy

Profound peace and inner rejuvenation…

This is what I find, when I play

Be it for myself, or for others

The feeling is the same

The music I write, is my second language

I answer to a higher authority, I’m blessed

It’s only when I play, that I feel what I was meant for

I want to share my joy, my spiritual release

For only music soothes the savage beast

These aren’t just notes that I play…

It is magic!

 

Happy Valentine's Day

I wish you all a great vals day. I hope you enjoy it with your loved ones.

LOL...surprise preacher and pastor

SURPRISE PREACHER AND PASTOR



On Lagos-Ibadan express road, when a Pastor met a team of policemen who, quite

naturally, wanted 'something' from him. Since he was not prepared to

play their games, they asked for his papers and having combed through everything

without any offence with which to nail the 'stubborn' pastor, they now

asked him to open the bonnet of his car.

A careful scrutiny of the engine number against what was on paper revealed that

letter 'U' was written in such a way that it could be mistaken for letter 'V'. That

was all the officer-in-charge needed to shout "stolen vehicle!"

Sensing trouble, even when he knew he committed no offence, the pastor called the OC to say he was a priest to which the officer replied :"Please, leave that

pastor thing…in any case, if you are indeed a pastor, then you must have a

Bible in your car, bring it."

The Pastor did as was commanded after which the officer now ordered:

"Please read Matthew 5:25-26 to me".

The incredulous Pastor opened to the recommended passage and read:

"Settle matters quickly with your adversary who is taking you to court. Do it while you are still with him on the way, or he may hand you over to a judge, and the judge may hand you over to the officer, and you may be thrown into prison. I tell you the truth; you will not get out until you have paid the last penny."

The man of God quietly made an "offering" of "just" N100 to his newly found "preacher".

"End of service go in peace and argue no more", said the OC.