There is blood on my hands

Is it mine or is it yours?

When you strung me up

By my fragile wrists

I bled

When I took the knife

From your shaking hands

You were bleeding

Now that our edges blur together

Are we brothers?

The cactus flower blooms once a year,

And then withers in only a night

When there is no one around

To give witness to its passing.

In this suburb, yards either hold

Pebbles dumped by the ton in space

That did not need the gross intrusion,

Or grass and sprinklers and the

Wasteful act of preserving pretension.

The cactus will live for decades

In this suburb I now leave behind me.

I am not sure I know how to miss it.

It's Friday already. How did that happen? It's ALL good though, as that means we get to peer into the world and words of another Proser. This week we get to find out much more about a gentleman that many of you will know very well. It's the lovely @James

P: What is your given name and your Proser username?

J: Given name: Ogungbesan Adedoyinsola James and Prose username: @James

P: Where do you live?

J: Ajegunle boundry, Lagos state, Nigeria

P: What is your occupation?

J: I am meant to be an undergraduate student in the university of Lagos, studying industrial chemistry. But I stopped going to classes. Because, my country's description of science is against a better future. Science is man and his environment. It's you and the resources you have. How can you transform those resources to benefit you, in your day to day activities? All that is done here is nothing towards that direction. I have tried to convince myself to continue, but the harder I tried, the unhappier I felt. Now, on a risky road, all I do is sit in the library every day, thinking of a way out.

P: What is your relationship with writing and how has it evolved?

J: As you may know, I started telepathing words when I was thirteen. But as an aspiring scientist. I stopped, when I began the race to enter university. Which fell short, due to the ill educational structure of my country. As a Christian, I prayed for a change. The lord instructed me to write, I have never felt so alive until I wrote those silent words from the bottom of my heart. Most of them are on my portal. Writing poems makes me appreciate science. It gives me an eccentric tour into the minds of past great scientists and much more into the behavior of man. My profile picture is a rough sketch of Nikola Tesla, from that sketch, I have written a few poems trying to inspire myself. Writing unlocks the hidden vaults in my life and explains every sub particles of its existence. It is a window into the abnormal. Writing gives excuses for lies and can break the rules that governs the truth. The difference between yesterday and today is words that have been catalogued. The future will one day be written. Just as we share our experience through writing. It is virtually impossible for me classify how writing as ministered to me. Although I have not generated any income with all I have written. The power and courage to continue writing keeps growing in me. I have God to thank for that.

P: What value does reading add to both your personal and professional life?

J: Since I began my no school campaign, I have read very little. I spend most of my time thinking. But it's definitely obvious that reading decomposes ignorance and it helps to build confidence towards practical life issues.

P: Can you describe your current literary ventures and what we can look forward to?

J: Well, I have not written a book. I began fully focused on writing, early February of this year. The best of my escapades are on Prose. I have great aspirations to be a football(soccer) player. Although, I am not in a team. I intend to write poems that will dissolve philosophers stone into the minds of those that read my poems and much more. I intend to write words that will not speak of me as an hero, but as the shadow of the moon that illuminates the night sky.

I intend to write poems or free verses. That will lead man to travel to galaxies and give them the understanding to build skyscrapers on the sun. Poems that will create wormholes into different dimensions. Yes, action written in words and words that creates actions. I want to do both in years to come

P: What do you love about TheProse.com?

J: Prose found me, on a faithful googling day. He enticed me with the dollar challenge, I am yet to grab. But I am glad to be a member because, unlike other communities I have tried in the past. The organization and structure is state of the art. Simple to navigate and the distance between you and other members is minute. The diversity of programs, very educative and inspiring. It is more than a community. It enriches the network of diverse writers. It's a pillar that will lead the present generation into another realm of writing. Thank you prose

P: Is there one book that you would recommend everybody should read before they die?

J: Brokenness by Dr D.K Olukoya

P: Do you have an unsung hero who got you into reading and/or writing?

J: No, I don't

P: Describe yourself in three words!

J: Hungry, hopeful and happy

P: Is there one quote, from a writer or otherwise, that sums you up?

J: If you do not want to be forgotten,

As soon as you're dead and rotten

Either write what is worth reading

Or do what is worth writing

Benjamin Franklin

P: Favourite music to write and/or read to?

J: I have none

P:You climb out of a time machine into a dystopian future with no books. What do you tell them?

J: I have no idea? It's practically unbelievable

P: Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you/your work/social media accounts?

J: On Twitter @masciano57 .

So there you have it. Follow and interact with him on here, as well as on Twitter where he resides as @masciano57

If you are active on Prose and want to be featured or want to someone on Prose to be featured, do please let us know. Until next time, Prosers.

You behold me with those undress me eyes

And then I find you breaking an ice.

Never in my life I saw an angel with such spice.

I haven't been touched on skin with such an art

Whilst you broke the sheaths in one touch

And then penetrated to the core of my heart

You surely have flagged a journey of new start.

And now I owe to enlighten the deepest secrets in you,

Sedated with passion I wanna melt in you...

-Born Maverick

I was the one equipped with words

And I found you accord meaning to them

The moment I started to bead them as chaplet

All you did was to play with them..

I was a gaffer of words

And you mastered an art of deception.

Your love for me was just in my perception.

I spoke a thousand words

And I found you impressed

You just left without a word

And I now find myself depressed.

I had fallen for your hues

Which were one in a million.

Only to realise,

You kept changing like a chameleon......

-Born Maverick

Hold that tears you bitch

Remember the lesson you learned

It's not that painful you witch

Respect must be earned

Enough of being weak

Because you're not a loser

Raise your voice it's time to speak

Just show them your true color

Oh I forgot! You live in a dark

And there's just blackness

You're gonna be fine without the spark

It's easier to sleep with madness!

-Jessa

All your musings in my heart have garnered

Only to run through my veins all across

And hence I see my fingers striking a chord

Right across your skin to tune in a melody.

My every move is an artist's cavort

And you are the only instrument I wanna play with.

For every chord I touch on you

I end up listening to the euphonious sighs.

Often through your honey dripping lips

And at times through movement of hips.

It ain't the magic in my hands

But it's all your love poured in my heart

Which now runs within me....

And I see no ending to this harmony

As our passion for love ain't phoney!!!

-Born Maverick

Why do you continue to beat yourself down?

Creating moments of saddness with a frown.

Draining your eyes to drown,

Why don't you rise up and wear a crown?

I'm not sure why you think like this,

You look amazing and sun kissed.

You look in the mirror and you don't like what you see,

Turn around to me and i won't agree.

Why don't you become happy and free,

Starting to enjoy what you see.

For me,

I see nothing but beauty.

If you walked into my room, i'd say your pretty,

Just look at yourself, you would light up every city.

Who told you different to make your mind think like that?

Puzzled by your feelings here i sat.

I really hope you change your mind around,

Stop putting your fears into the ground.

Smile for awhile,

Kick up in style.

Be radiant and sultry,

I can only spell it out for you within my poetry.

K.j.a. (c) 2016

One day

I wish for a kiss

One to knock me down

To take away my frown

Tears i drown

Only if you were closer

By distance

By skin

By touch

I can't wait for it

I could only dream

I can look actoss the globe

I won't find you

But i bet you're feeling the same

Only if

Dreams came true

K.j.a. (c) 2016

Last night

I thought about you

On the corner of my lonely bed

On my side

Listening to the air conditioning unit

A tear rolled down my cheek

I tasted the sadness within my skin

Wishing you were next to me

To catch my tear

To kiss away the pain

To squeeze love back into me

To see if my heart is still beating

But its impossible

Until i wake up tomorrow

Reality will mimic another day

I'm drifting away slowly

And you're not here

K.j.a. (c) 2016