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, it was a multi-accident from my system,

it wasn\'t me!

, am in trouble with the militants?

imagination threw the name on me o!

i am not from niger-delta,

AND YOU LEAPT

…and you leapt
into the gaze of my popped out pupils
the eyeballs following you out of their sockets
in that rapturous jump
the leap in the floating fragile air
that wafer-thin air that stood between us
the aperture of my dilating widened eyes
catching in still-motion your effervescence
long dead in mournful wakeful moments
stilled not buried by death’s infamous claws

…and you leapt
amidst that sandstorm of shock
the cataclysmic clouds of crippledness
in that change
in that chain which became loose
in that slave who became free
those who had kept vigil while you
slumbered in wakefulness
those who had watched you with hopeless hopefulness
those who had taunted you as the changeling
that proves false the potency of the medicine-man
beheld that leap in open-teeth amazement

…and you leapt
capturing each move with my unblinking eyes
as you said with those enfeebled limbs
with those dying eyes warning me
till you breathe your last
never again would you leave my arms
you leapt into my agitated waiting arms
that sepulchral flesh i stretched before you

…and you leapt
out of an uncertain silence
into a certain cocoon of conclusiveness.

good effort dear,

could your scribble be typed in more legible font?

thanks dear,

i\'ve just posted another poem
in the poetry section; it\'s titled:
gsm [god send mine]

GSM (God Send Mine)

no thuraya will put me through to God  

no sagem to send my message beyond clouds  

no nokia to knock on heaven\\\'s gate  

no motorola to motor me through  

the lonely lane to life  

no trium to make me triumph in the tunnel  

of ten thousand temptations,

in supplicative gesture  

my two palms confluencing
connecting me beyond connections  

and inspiring me beyond imaginations…

with eternal entreaties
to God to send mine.

thanks!

posting it here was by accident,
i\'m glad someone like the poem.

but then, you didn\'t tell what impression
the poem have on you,

any word?

, tough question!
no thanks to my imagination; in my mind it means

the man, the woman, the boy, the girl- anyone
out there living on garbage,

on many occasions, they\'re there because of
our mindlessness or madness.

our society doesn\'t bother to take care of its sick ones.
aren\'t we sick- ourselves- by that inaction?

TEXTURES OF DARKNESS

glimpses of foggy feelings
outlined in rough texture of darkness
cataclysmic sadness enshrouded
in sunken sockets
of eerie eyes in broken skull

my fears are my self

immortal thoughts bargaining an end
adult eyes immobiled by painted devil
dilating pupils picturing a final closure
deathly sight of holes of hidden hearts

my fears are my self

unshared soul divided by self
self-shut self-hidden self-sold
in dungeon of nothingness
in cold blood of sudden cessation

TEXTURES OF DARKNESS

glimpses of foggy feelings
outlined in rough texture of darkness
cataclysmic sadness enshrouded
in sunken sockets
of eerie eyes in broken skull

my fears are my self

immortal thoughts bargaining an end
adult eyes immobiled by painted devil
dilating pupils picturing a final closure
deathly sight of holes of hidden hearts

my fears are my self

unshared soul divided by self
self-shut self-hidden self-sold
in dungeon of nothingness
in cold blood of sudden cessation

hilarious?

very funny!

this is exhilarating!

keep the pen penning,

CLAUSES IN CATACOMBS

dream waves lash against my uninspired head
gashes of bloody thoughts gush
fantasies of flowery fountains floundering in my fickleness
condiments of chaotic cadences cooking in my cauldron of collections
am i a poet or a writer?

with written words writhing in wrong wreaths
woven wishes in winsome words under wraps for world-weary women
singing sing-song serenade for soul-searching spinsters
and bachelors believing blooms blossom in blues
am i a poet or a writer?

setting up silly alliterative sentiments
who cares where when and what I wear
is it the toga of triumph or that of trepidation?
let me write and writhe and wriggle in wrong words
am i a poet or a writer?

cooking condiments of chaotic concoction

BOBOLAIYEFA

i am Bobolaiyefa
begging bread on Lagos left-over streets
with the bleating goats and barking dogs struggling with me
i am the common face unknown in the neighbourhood
the miasma that hangs around selfish lives

i am Bobolaiyefa
bending down below earth’s below to feed
on earth’s rottenness
what brought me here is not madness
it is you and my people’s mindlessness

i am Bobolaiyefa
who are you and who is your father?
have you heard wisdom out of insanity?
know not life’s travails yet you claim wisdom
who taught you its lessons?

i am Bobolaiyefa
enter my shoes and tell where they pinch
is everything inch by inch a cinch?
see your incurable madness around me
but how many of you think!

BOBOLAIYEFA

i am Bobolaiyefa
begging bread on Lagos left-over streets
with the bleating goats and barking dogs struggling with me
i am the common face unknown in the neighbourhood
the miasma that hangs around selfish lives

i am Bobolaiyefa
bending down below earth’s below to feed
on earth’s rottenness
what brought me here is not madness
it is you and my people’s mindlessness

i am Bobolaiyefa
who are you and who is your father?
have you heard wisdom out of insanity?
know not life’s travails yet you claim wisdom
who taught you its lessons?

i am Bobolaiyefa
enter my shoes and tell where they pinch
is everything inch by inch a cinch?
see your incurable madness around me
but how many of you think!

GOD DID YOU SPEAK?

rebo-skere-mama
shibos-kilimama jili mama

eresh she sie yaya
rebos skeke sese,

ja jiri ja-ja
papa piri piri-papa

eli eli ja…
God did you speak?