Only Human

Precious fairy Here I am; only human All teary at the world’s scary Crawling through each rise and set of Cosmo’s fiery Pulling through the burden of gravity so fiercely Drawing fiery breaths like a dragonaery Drenched in brackish juice exuding from my pachydermic hide A bride to pleasure; groom to pestilence, And a stitch…

Half a dozen in December

Beneath it all is what drives us, the memories that remind us, The thoughts that remain despite the changes that try us The feelings that linger, the cravens we ponder, the failings we shoulder. By the moon, the sun & the everlasting stars From where we forge our hopeful & daring hearts To live this…

Gone with the wind

I’ll never forgive myself For letting you go when all you needed was me You said I was your world Your rose, your crimson petal You had those lovely eyes for me But I had mine elsewhere Paying to watch what I cannot own Only came around when the pocket had drained I looked into…

Young blood

Brimming with energy Chest popping to the tune of the Piper Breaking sweat over hearts of women Trying on every pot of danger He’s young, round and brown Comely brood like a freshly baked bread Oozing pheromones or gunning after them Oh! chemical romance Simply a cart to their hormones Brainless chariot of reckless adventures…

Sheeps and wolves

The bidding of sheep and wolves The rhythm of cheats and woes The rigging of wit and votes; the heist of suffrage A tunneling disease that infest the whole Burrowing to the core to arrest the soul The exchange of freedom for mint currencies The ceaseless sycophancy that crowns the worthless Handing the realm to…

Little ones

Little ones, little ones Put to the blade; unfairly bade Blood spill to still the course of tradition upon the hills Yells of pain, all but squeals to the “healer” who part their skin with sharps Skin-deep burns to sweep demons off the bums The little ones yell for help, but their yells are taken…

Closest Ever

It was one of those fun days when all the chores had a boldly struck line impaling their guts on a list. I found myself sunk “single-bottom-ly” in a two-armed chair. Arm stretched out loaded with a whip for the television. Signaling a red light each time I pushed a button to wire a change…

Artsuy

Dear Artsuy, I hope you still hear the cockcrow every morning A crow of Renaissance, of the past you left behind Same crow that Seeped into your ears as a child, through adolescence and maiden-ship The nature-bought sonorous call back to life That awakens from the short spell of death To foil the toll the…

A Tomfool’s Solace

A stranger inned, a comforter weaned A company of deceit in a glittering armour, yet again gives credence to the popular saying of “glittering ” and “gold,” and “birds” and “bush.” A decent destiny opposed by a gluttonous craving for the droplets of gruel half-through the burn With hearts racing to dock the dove, a…

Within The Walls

Originally posted on iamifejesuni1:
Happy new month!!! This month, we shall be having guest features on this blog and today, we would start with that of a friend, I call him my personal Doctor, Mubarak Abiola Mohammed, WeirdmaskmanNG. He is a Doctor in the making. Most times, I am blown away by his writings. He…