Questions
What if I told you that you could live forever?
What if you could do anything as long as you could think it?
What if I told you that beauty was created to hold man in contempt?
What if you could pluck money from trees?
#Money trees do exist
They are planted in your family’s genus
What if I told you love was as sackcloth and sex was created for immortals?
Sex is overrated
Love is underrated
What if I told you everything you were told when you turned 18 was a lie?
What if I told you, you were living someone else’s life?
Would you question your existence?
OR
Would you throw these same questions that now haunt your soul back to me?
#life #questions #provocateur @chainedinshadow
Wolf blood
Hidden in her eyes, my #soul lingered
A nostalgia that #burns in my inners
But she’s betrothed to another
Before she knew who he was, we loved each other
The need to be the good child for her parents had no one else
She’s conflicted,
Rebellious spirit within, longing for manifestation
Moment when she beheld him, we would never forget
Run away with me, we running from the angel of death
Running from the world with no plan B in set
Our senses collide,
To go back to him she decides
Because this #love she cannot describe,
It’s Wolf blood clouding our eyes
Letter to my EX
There is a certain girl I love in the city of Abuja. In this crowded city she’s the needle in the haystack. My love for her accrued from my pith up on the day of Astarte arôme. I held her hand as we jolted through the park like #love birds that had just discovered sex. My eyes turning to the side in adoration of #angel galloping next to me. Her hair pretty like sundew on a Ghana dawn. A basking of affection angered for its form had not yet evolved into #matrimony. This was day 26 of this glorious ballad for lack of better words to describe a relationship that had us running from everyone else that shrove to keep us apart. We were not fit for each other and both families know it. Her father called me a wannabe and her mother always thought I was on a fast track to extinction. I shoved off their misconceptions and here she stood, with me, and I believed it could be to the end. Her parents were primitive but those minds make the best wisdom. Business wasn’t #blossoming as we expected, motivation was low and inflation was on an all-time high. She knows what I do and she’s good with it. Sometimes my father says she’s stupidly in love because he didn’t believe any female could take me serious. I feed him though, because he’s my dad.
She’s sitting on a concrete slab as climbing grass caress her bottom half, she’s laughing at my jokes. I’m not that funny but she loves to make me feel good. My friends find no interest in her because they find her easy to please, but they have not laid with her. I’m surprised she chose me, Onowu would be better, his father runs an empire. We are not afraid to hold hands in public so we do it often, damning the consequences. She leans over and tells me the colour of her underwear, teaser. Her sweet nectar drenches my atman with holy water. In this treacherous road she has been my pathfinder. I speak of baboonish words when I try to describe her affections because it’s a double-edged sword. In this city I live in with no job, I can leave on my own accord yet she keeps me. Her sisters said the daintiest things about me but she hushes them like ‘Big Mama’s met her perfect match’. This might just be youthful exuberance but the next words that came out from within me weren’t.
“Do you love me?” My heart throbbed just thinking of the answer her fragile heart was going to bellow. She smiled, something she did a lot. I think it’s just an impression to keep all the insults in.
Today I want to know how she feels because all I have given her was cheap thrills. She was still here and that should have been enough but I’ve met ‘karashika’ before and I drew a circle around la femme for a while. She stood up, did a spin and sat back down but now you can almost guess the expression on my spotless portrait. My mind was restless and a thousand images began to flash through my eyes. She moves closer and now I could smell her true aura. By now my nose was engaged in slow whine with malt liquor. She always drank spirits, this was a new girl. I put my hand around her wide hips and shoved her up, she held me even closer. The intoxicating stench was overwhelming and I was bound for disgust. She then leaned over to steal a kiss and I shrugged.
This was the girl I dare to say, I loved.
Her heft started to weigh on me and she felt like a bag of cement, the girl I knew was a size three.
She caught me on my left cheekbone and I blurted. No telling where she had been but I hated malt liquor. My hands were holding her tight for fear I might lose her.
This was the girl I loved.
I wanted to pop the question but now she would never know. She drew away for a split second and began to giggle, heads were begin to turn to our direction. Her beautiful tenor was shrinking my ego to the minimalist form. I startled away from scene and she followed, hands stretched out as if she wouldn’t let go. I held her once more for fear she might freak. She leaned on my broad shoulders as I called a taxi. I put her in and followed with a shut of the door, “Just keep driving”. Leaning into my utility pack I found a sharp razor. She was snoring and I was agitated. I drew her head back to expose a neck vein and slit it. Blood poured more than in the movies, I thought. I found a handkerchief in her bag that I used to clean my hands. The taxi was an Uber so the driver didn’t see it. I stopped the car abruptly and paid him the fare.
This was the girl I loved but by the aura she had ploughed with another lover.
What broke my heart? Like every girl I have been with, they always ended up sleeping with my best friend. I have problems and even as I drift into the night, I know someday I will account for my decisions.
Icarus
Many thought me a #narcissist but I know what I am
Many don’t think much of me but I’m up #high still
I take all my regrets, wrap them in these wax #wings
Maybe I will get to witness beauty that makes the birds sing
For sure this is a new one
Trying to fly high enough so I can touch the #sun
It’s just the sun, I’m not chasing a dream
In this world where airplanes own the scene
Maybe my vision’s blurted or everyone misunderstands what I mean
This pain I experience, the need to choose a stand
So I fly, May I pass #oxygen barrier
Drift earth to oblivion, prove the Sharia
Grant me this one wish, oh Great Creator
Let me be my #own motivation and mentor
Shoreline
In the beginning there was #silence
The mist rose from like a mantra of the #earth
Down in the deep, a ship suspends
Its captain disgruntled, oblivious of his crew’s bland ambition
The #sailors sorrowful as razzmatazz escalates
No land in sight, no hope for the #blind
Then she shines her light
Her single mind pierces through the clouds medium
In the night of #hopelessness, they took a chance on #life for a last time
And broke their sails for the shore
The focus was impeccable, a dreaded apogee
For just across the #shoreline
A #mermaid lies
Her breasts, a savoring well worth succor
Her hands, muddy from two seasons and a half
Her countenance as silent as in the beginning
And she waits as the ship’s anchor cleave to the shoreline
Ecstasy finds #expression in the sand from wallow times to purposeful divine
Wilt your waist and flick your wrist for debris to free you
Dock on this shoreline
For she waits and marinates in silence
For her mind to purge this boredom
You have to come
But she has a second face
And every sailor that stepped on the shoreline, she swallowed up
Down to SELAH.
Beautiful People
You feel a little jaded, too excited
Loose, secure and full of words
You feel no need for status quo in this place
The people that live here are young
Young, Wild and Free
The people that live here have fire
Hot, heavy and crisp
Welcome to Paradise Valley
Where the sun always shines
And the clouds are never empty
Where it’s flourish without blemish
And your light need not outshine the dawn
It’s not heaven but it’s pretty close
The streets aren’t lined with gold
This place is worth much more
It’s a place where you met smiling faces
Where your problems were buried in love and care
It is a place where the happiest people exist
Here, we are all beautiful people
CASTILLEJO - Living Single
Once upon a time
There lived an hermit
Castillejo
Humble vanity for fully clad
Hard as nails
Battling to make hay
Bent to be brute, steadfast
Castillejo
Alien gore misguide you,
He holds tiny grip
Leads baby’s through path straight
A learned sage
Castillejo
He had rather concur
No-one cares
Castillejo
Trolling around golden sheets
Ménage a trios
Where Pride, Fate and Wisdom meets
Castillejo
Swerving to social climate
The knowing, cognitive
The doing, choice
No children, no wife
Is your house a home?
Castillejo, must grow
Body must strive to complete
For, one shall chase a thousand
Two, ten thousand
Boy Meets Death - Conversations with the darkness
So I’m meant to empirically understand this
A #life lived under someone else’s umbrella
Walked on everybody’s path
Only to arrive at the #amusement park of #death
Regretting all the things done and said
Forgetting all the things that come after
Since everything’s #vanity so what’s the cause for laughter
Sensual, #intellectual, master of emotions
I’m a text message from your partner, with no #emojis
Darkness from Light, #Light from #Darkness
Co-existing in a #world that frequently rejects the eventual
#Fire and #Ice, #Water and Sweat
Similar to #acceptance
I was always considered UNUSUAL