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Darkness.

Gloom.

Lone candle snuffed out by a bitter wind hell bent on destroying this spark of greatness…zara

No tears now,

Peace at last for this angel whose gentle smiles lit up the tiniest crevices where fear found abode.

Stranger, not friend; yet tears roll silently down these faces as word arrives that this star is gone home to rest among shiny lights and angels in clouds afar.

Long lonely road to get you right where you are,

But now no tears, no more pain: no joy has left these hearts.

Now peace with the memory that you brought with you laughter, your voice and your blessed heart.

Loaded you came to give of you selflessly,

Now empty of all earthly treasures you return to the maker head held high,

Shoulders straight, confident in the fact that you have shared your gifts with all who passed you along the way…

DREAMER

Posted: March 11, 2014 in Just Stuff, Poetry
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I’m merely a dreamer, and you are my dream,
You stroll through my mind your face unseen,
But presence strongly felt.
Your laughter rings through the cosmic divide,
As I breathlessly long for your warm touch.

Like an ice cream thief, you have coldly stolen my heart with this joy you have brought.
You remain in my mind, effortlessly creating consciousness of you, despite the many distractions I find.

The hours go by, and still I see you clearly from within my minds eye,
Your sparkling eyes shining like diamonds,
They touch my soul, as I watch you blend into my dreams,
I am drunk in love, intoxicated by you it seems.

You have invaded my soul, my dream,
I need to inhale you to make me whole.
Just give me wings but for a time,
I’ll dream a world where you are mine.

I dream. Just because you are…

ADAPTED from I Dream of You by Cosmic Dreamer

She’s all of me.

From the first light of morningForbidden_Love_by_Maz6277

When I awake to a brand new day

To nighttime when I lay my head to rest

And drift into oblivion.

For her, sleep eludes me

And when it comes

It brings visions of her smile

Of her presence

Of her wondrous mind

Of her svelte body

And her amazing heart.

In her I find inspiration

And when I falter she shows mercy,

In forgiveness she encourages me,

Helping me across bridges from fear to hope.

She’s not mine

But this life is meaningless without her.

Her embodiment has filled my being

And my soul wholly consumed.

I have lost all worldly desires as she possesses me,

Praying to God that she leads me home….

 

For Onyinye

New Message!

Posted: January 15, 2014 in Poetry, Summons
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A swallowtail once took a message
From your lips to Mine,
The message was the sweetest and best it could find.
I found the answer in your eyes in a moment full of bliss…
The message was “I love you”
The answer was a kiss.

Dear Onyinyechi,

When I began thinking up this letter, my head was not in the least bit clear. I know you’ll tease that Harp must have caused that, but just this once it wasn’t(perhaps the guys at Guinness need to start paying me for all my love for the Harp brand). I was sitting beside you at the only place you said you liked that night. We had done a trip of about 3 clubs looking for where to “chill” on a Friday night, but none until this one seemed to lift your dour mood.

I was somewhat concerned. I had never seen you this detached and guarded. I asked repeatedly if I had done anything to upset you, but you maintained that it was just “your regular mood”. You jest surely. Your regular mood for me is; witty, determined, engaging and not too shy to throw in that distinct laughter of yours to accentuate a conversation.

I have gone so far off course. I am writing this staring at you sleeping. It’s almost 7am, somehow you had slept off midway into putting your hair in rollers, and still in that lovely dress you wore yesterday, your head is ever so slightly on the pillow as you sweetly doze. I should take a picture. Something to record this priceless moment for all eternity, but something within me tells me there will be thousand other moments such as this to choose from.

It’s been so difficult for me these past 16 months to open my heart to beauty and the music that is borne of such a wondrous being such as you. I had sealed myself off from the world, hiding loneliness and the void behind a facade of being a workaholic. It’s been a most interesting period.

I have paused again. Watching the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, praying to God  to keep you till time loses all value. Your cute nose; ever so deftly placed by the grand maestro Himself like on a painting that even Michelangelo would have gaped at in awe. The lips, oh those lips that remind me of succulent grapes nurtured to perfection for the delicacy of near-gods…

I don’t know how this has happened, that one minute, I was devoid of any reason to believe that this life would be smiled upon by cupid, the other now asking myself if there was no need to make my house more comfortable for you as a woman. I make mental notes to get all the things you have requested for but I’ve not been able to provide. You see, my house has always been a house to me. There’s has been no one to share it with, so the business of turning it into a home has always been left on the back-burner. I had been successful at turning my back on love, content with accepting the crumbs of lust and transient obsessions. Anything just to feel the emptiness within. But here I feel the fullness of joy.

These are early days yet, and the fact that the journey is long and full of promise sets forth a fountain of hope in me. And as this New Year begins, I pray it grants us joy unequalled, the sort that God grants specially to those who follow His will.

Thanks for bringing sunshine and rain into this dark, deserted arid land.

Yours always,

Ese

My love for Michael Buble is actually a recent one. I had listened to a lot of his old songs back in the days not knowing who was responsible for such deep, meaningfully refreshing and poignant lyrics. Yes words move me, and if you go ahead and snicker and mumble sissy, I’d understand. These lyrics below, to Michael Buble’s “End of May” seem to be what I would have written to express how I have until recently been feeling.  Somehow when I look back, I feel no worries,  no tears, no sad words…

I have somehow found strength in places I didn’t use to look. In God, in my work (I love my new job) and in helping others cross the bridge beyond fear to hope. I’ve watched my nephew Tega grown from a tiny baby, to a two-year old who likes FUN’s “Some Nights”, and will cry if you change the channel while a soccer match is on. In my darkest periods, his growth and the way he laughs come what may, gave me hope and helped me heal.

No I am not in denial or regret, there seems to have dawned on me a refreshing clarity of how things were and of how things needed to be. I have seen a past built on nonchalance, on complacence, on the backs of two broken spirits who needed strength to attain independence before venturing onto the crowded roads of interdependence.

In a way I feel like I just took a dive into a cold lake on a humid day, cooling the heat brought upon my neck by the scorching sun at the height of summer. I have found new strength rooted in the love of family and in the goodwill of friends (and the exposal of a few enemies), and still it all seems like I have just started on this journey of self discovery.

So each day, I wake up excited about the possibilities inherent in the new dawn, and I go about my walk much more eager to leave my mark on those I meet along the way. I have learnt that being responsible for others requires that you at first be responsible for yourself; that you take it upon yourself to stay true to the values you have set your heart on to follow.

I digress perhaps from this beautiful song, forgive me. Please download the song and thanks for reading these words….

Michael Buble – End of May

Golden haze,
Another morning feels like yesterday.
End of may..
Now you’re gone and there’s still bills to pay.
And you know it doesn’t help to make believe, you’re sitting next to me.
It doesn’t help, to make believe that you are right behind me
Saying it’s okay.

Longer days,
More time to sit and watch the pendulum sway.
In quiet rage I’m staring at this empty notebook page.
In times like these you feel like you are done with feeling,
You feel you want to stop the pain from healing
Because you feel like you’re the only one,
Who’s ever felt this way.

Some days in a daze, there’s brighter days.
Funny how the feeling never stays,
But I know I’ll have to come to terms when I’m awake,
Thinking about you is the icing on the cake.
Makes me realize the fact you’re gone for good for goodness sake.

Golden haze, another morning feels like yesterday.
End of may, a year is gone and I still feel this way,
When we meet again, I’ll ask you how you’re doing
And you’ll say fine and ask me how I’m doing

And then I’ll lie and I’ll say ordinary, It’s just an ordinary day.

It’s just an ordinary day

It’s just an ordinary day

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Edward Israel-Ayide

REBORN

Posted: November 8, 2012 in Poetry, Summons
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Sometimes the knockout punch, is actually a push in the right direction…

But so many times we don’t see the lessons when life and God nudges us where we should go. I just discovered this poem below, and it speaks a whole lot about how being cut off could be the best thing to happen to us. How renewal can come out of the deadness of a path gone cold…

Please enjoy, and don’t forget to share.

“Your services are no longer required”
He stared in disbelief
“Your presence is a liability.
You are fired. Effective immediately.”

Suddenly, his ‘value’ was spelled out,
Years of work amounting to nothing,
For his masters had found,
A cheaper, efficient replacement.

The pain of being irrelevant,
The ignominy and insult,
Delivering a lethal punch,
He crumbled slowly from within.

In the greenback world,
Of icy hearts and wanton desires,
He was an expendable asset,
A hired muscle and brain.

Still, he swallowed his pride,
Out of habit and a cultivated servitude,
“I understand,” he said and left.
With his former life packed in a box.

But something happened as he walked away,
From the clutches of the corporate machine,
A light, glowing, warm feeling spread through him,
Rediscovering the freedom that had long evaded him…

There was no looking back now,
A clean slate, a new life,
The knockout punch was a gentle push,
For the lazy genius within…

Firing was a wake up call,
The best thing that ever happened to him,
He stopped being what he wasn’t,
To be who he was born to be…

Omkar Phatak 2012

In Repair….

Posted: October 24, 2012 in Just Stuff, Poetry
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In repair I stand, breaking all these images of yesterday.

Steady trickles of blood as gash after gash tears my feeble skin…broken heart.

Days drag on, punctuated by habitual labour, a false substitute for long lost treasures,

And a willing heart.

Not much left now, just these broken frames of pictures taken under starlit skies on crowded beaches as we held each other close…

Goldfish…

No secrets now

Men must come now and sit at these tables to judge crimes of which they know not much.

Broken dreams; victory let loose from grasps weakened bit by bit till

That cold August day we agreed that these islands need to be built before an alliance could be established.

And so poetry and songs strike steady blows on hearts hurt much by bitterness, and anger… and silence.

Too many words…

Thorns in our flesh and in our hearts,

Two Angels hell bent on destruction

Who like wanton children drove this paradise to waste.

In repair we stand now healing,

The rains long gone and the storm.

Nothing left; save for the rubble from the ruins of broken dreams…and hope

To meet some months hence and say hello with smiles and hold hands as we walk in the sun….

O these fights within to stop the pain from healing

The wish to, if not much else, hold on to a reminder of when passion gripped our hearts

Until this blackness and the numbness stole the fire that we carried to light our paths.

Not alone but yet apart,

Across time, a heart speaks a prayer and looks with faith to begin a new journey

In repair…

For Chi…..please heal

FREEDOM

Posted: June 18, 2012 in Just Stuff, Poetry, Summons
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The stars above illuminate our hearts,
The silent drizzling of this tropical rain nourishes our land and our faith.
Our eyes have shed much tears and thus are blinded to pain,
We have been through hell and worse,
So this man-made fire merely bounces off our already toughened skins.
We have come to accept our weaknesses as signs of our mortality,
So we retain our bravery against greater foes.
Our failures are a sign of progress,
Our bruises tell us victory is near!
In diversity we remain one:
Our voices are many, but our hearts are one.
We dig our feet deep in the mud,
Arms linked, as well as our hearts,
For none here seek personal gains
Above this gift of peaceful days on our native land.
With our doubts bottled up we gather,
We forget pain, fear or glory as we stand for life and liberty….

Wildeyeq

I feel no fear in my heart

My eyes are forward-set

To discover all that this love

Holds for me to enjoy.

My tears have long been bottled,

So I leave behind the errors of yesterday

To join my hand with yours

With that faith in you

That helped me so much in the past.

My cares are now forgotten

For you have promised to care for me;

You tell me not to worry,

You say you’ll always be there.

It’s true others have deceived me

And it seems alright to be a little scared:

But my eyes see no future tears

I can only imagine lasting joy with you.

So don’t mind if I’m not always there,

I know you’ll take me as I am.

At last I found joy that never fails

And I’m glad I found it in you.