A sneak preview of my mind
The grim reaper laughs at the pilgrim,
Grim-covered exterior mirror for rotten core.
The vultures laughs at the country,
Grim-covered exterior mirror for rotten core.
Fleas, flies, lice in a perpetual Christmas as
Sweat and tears beads trickle down his spine.
Jackals and Hyenas in eternal feast as
Proletariat begin again, nightly pilgrimage to fuel station.
May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
And may you stay forever young,
May you stay forever young. Continue reading “Prayer for my Unborn Children”
If I was still a writer,
I would write about her.
Her svelte gracefulness as she
Knit words on my TL. Tapestries
Of Ideas, Ideals and Ideology.
If I was still a writer,
I would write about her.
Her wry smile, promising
Matriarchal-marinated mischief.
Modern Womanism fleshified.
If I was a writer,
I would write about her.
Her eyes like diamond spheres,
Glimmering globes in a sea of
Placid black lustrousness
But I’m no more a writer.
I can no longer write sonnets to,
Nor Haikus about my crush.
All I can do is stare and blush.
Thinking if I was still a writer.
Thinking if I was still a writer.
And the deep says,
The Only way I can
Stay Sane is by being shallow.
And the saint says, Continue reading “Damphair (Poem) — By Yemi Ajala and George RR Martin”
This is not your dream,
So you let me go;
That cold night with stars above,
Joy left my soul. Continue reading “A lion and a Queen”
Like the stray hen searches
Scratching earth with tetra-tentacles
Scavenging for bits here, pieces there
Like the rain water seeks Continue reading “Searching For Nirvana”
*Bursts open his archive and pastes an old poem..about his old self*
Few things I pray for
One is to be marooned on open sea
In a small boat with two oars
Being my country, state and city
Away from all humanity
And its accompanying bestiality Continue reading “I will write….”
Being an adult is
Living in Lagos
For years and none of
Your immediate kin
Knows where you lay at
Night.
Being an adult is Continue reading “Being An Adult”
