Missing ink

A stolen thought weeps in the cellar of a broken mans dreams, its need to belong to a changeling, escape the fiasco of a lost existence. dare i say this thought went astray, it needed a cushion it wanted to be a marvel like a dream. Jealous thought where are you now, on an island stranded missing existence, how will you find your way back somehow to reap the reward of supporting others with persistence.  It claws from its silent death, reflecting its wounds to an angry community, there i stood in the belly of change, selfish i was, i wanted immunity. For fear took me, and cast i aside, weeping like a baby dragged from its womb, i have risen from the tomb of a dull and colourless place.

The Owl

The owl revels in the splendour of the night, eagle eyes, cyclops, you are observer in this skin. Watching, channeling, precision to change. Each action a dimple on the goals you set before you. We awe in wonder at a world of magic and magnificent, adventure tiptoeing to come steal you away. You are glorious where you perch, casting your vision on dancing limbs and jerking bones, paperclip men and women blowing restless in the wind.

Infinity calling

Awake in an oblivion, a master to myself, a creative compass i need little else, but to see with the eyes, that can pierce through glass, move with abundance of moses staff, a mind that transcends moon sun and sky, a mind as a weapon a tool to fly, for when the world saunters to embrace what cannot be kept, i am way beyond your common sense, whats catered in boxes , or nursed with a smile, it may take me a while, it may take me a while, but i am infinity.

Metamorphosis

Creative

Changing fiction,

stripping bare,

old thoughts that wear down,

tired hare.

Do i attempt to sprint , and run and hop, leap into my springtime, a buoyant bop

For winter can crucify the soul, each spear can pierce beyond control, the elixir of courage a fervent wine, delicious and heated around the limbs entwine.

As i strive for my higher self, embracing healing and nothing else, soon enough i will run and skip and hop, for this dream i will never stop.

Charcoal Fear

I see each fear, charcoal, dust, ash in the wind, i blew it away from my universe. My breath is speckled with skittles, my tongue is oppulent with power. There is a buoyancy to my stride, as i move closer as the shadow disintegrates its mask fading. Fear you have watched me for so long, hawk eye in a night with no moons, twirling in your song of glory, now the angels stampede at my side, a samba as your eyes become poignant with tears.

Joyous Zen

Creative

Arise from the sadness,

tattoo on your smile

Let it be signature

Resurrect your style,

for the glimmer of hope

Will shine in your eyes

Like a coin

Let the world

Join your brigade

Of happy

Align with self

Others with pitchfork

Yet theres no one else

But you on your stage

This is your life

Be unafraid

Of your joyous zen

Lucky Penny

Creative

The creative caption
is hidden in the fold
Caught between the blankets
Of a life which
plans to scold
An unkempt you
For such tiresome risk
Your fighting a self
Yet there are no fist
A shadow stalks
To claim your flesh
To claim the laughter
and what is left
Was it something
You predicted
Something
cause
planned t’would
be afflicted
For the siren voice
That cried
a noun of Wolf
Looking for ways
To play his golf
And picking pennies
From a busy floor

Till Dawn

He whistled at scars
on my face
etchings of beauty
which age would erase
Does anyone look like you
he said
His eyes filling
with the curves
of my hips
To the curls on my head
You are a wonder to me
When you speak
It is a current
Elasticity
Everytime i see
your steps pound the ground
not even the shriek
of a nearby noun
Can distract
me from this trance
That exists
Hypnotism
Over years it persists
For when you smile
i imagine myself
perched as a butterfly in your pocket
A peck on your cheek
A marvel
A rocket
I sit three rows
behind you in Music
I play the flute
and would gladly
abuse it
To become piper
A thread for your
Song
Give me a limerick
I’ll sing it till
Dawn

Splash (poem Otatade Okojie)

I have baptised myself in a new lie
That i am happy without you
I pull back the soft silk of the bed sheets
Mosaic printed
studying the wrinkles
and the stains you left
On your side of the bed
The cd plays jazz on repeat
our favourite song
dances into my eardrums
as tears burrow like
critters deeper
into my skin
I have baptised myself in a lie
strands of light are a strain to
this purple lit room
Where my flesh rots
with dirt
It has been days of mourning
Weeks of pain
Hours and minutes of loss
Clothes are strewn across
our once Canvas room
There is an echo
Of sobs i wept
A shadow stalls in the corner
glaring angrily at me
Yet dare i remove myself
From the bosom of so much pain
Dare i dual
Once more with love
and life.

Seen your face ( poem ) Otatade Okojie

I have seen your face
Splinters of torment
Disecting me
Luring me into your seaping wounds
Those souless eyes
Cloaked in Shadow
Mourning the loss
Of a spirit
Within
I have seen your eyes
Empty
and black
a tongue
Void of dialogue
A gaping hole
In a mouth
Where teeth
are nothing more
Than bone

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