MY HEART PERSPIRES

I need you to make me sane again;
The moon has refused to give its light
The clouds thickening in hasty fog
My eyes are died with crimson
I have lost all passion,and
There is no fire in me to enthuse
I am tired of my own philosophies
Dangling around my neck like an old necklace

I have no heart to call my own
My heart laments in self disappointment;
I am not where I wished to be
And the way back to him I seem not to know
I fear for my own existence
Ah! I fear for my own future
Wavering as darkness binds

Nothing seems to purge me of my restlessness
Maybe nothing could
I perspire in the absence of tranquility
My heart;why do you not find peace so!
Everything I held uptight now seem to matter not:
Maybe it never did
But at least I have learnt
Yet I await the peace only heaven can bring


Oladuke Michael oluwatumininu

DEATH WISH
Skimpy thoughts descending on lofty minds;
Feathers descending like floating papers.
Pull the arc,a crack in circumference.
Let the grim reaper find you;
Crosses crossed in cursed crucifixion:
A custom in the regions of horror.
Abetted by hungry vultures with hoarse cry-
your demise is quickened at devil's feet.

The waters chuckling in indifferent chatter;
mocking your feeble feet.
Drown in an ocean of your troubles;
And watch as they fade with mocking smiles.
The piccolo will play silent tunes-
And the sharks to have a great feast.

Naked souls in the land of silence
bearing weary faces and tinted smiles-
Your ushers to the city of burning fume.
And here,your drowned troubles resume-
landing an heavier stroke.
Shackle your thoughts with iron binds,
or crackle at the touch of burning strands.

MOVING CLOUDS
Stagnant fleet sailing on moving air.
What are these,clot-likepairs?
Forming moving shapes,appearing sky high,
spreading like whitish sails,
sometimes brownish pails;
And parting slowly,separating into scattered pieces.
And folding slowly in unison,
Forming thicker pairs of white shells
I watched as they parted,slowly.
vanishing into oblivion;
At the presence of the red sun.
As night approaches like a quiet visitor.