You told me you dreamt of stars
From before cave painters
And ice ages
Celestial


You said you came from the time
Before “Let there be light”
When light and dark pooled
And eddied together


You said we could exist
In an isolated state
When even oil and water were in love
And we are but atoms


And you said
We could run away from
The ills and the joys and
The businessmen clocking in on time


But I am a cynic
And a threw down your sonnets
And your romance
Because I’m not a dreamer

Dedicated to
dr. B. Dixon, Ph.P (Philosopiae Poeta).*

You, Poet, define yourself as a
"'Meat and Potatoes' -kinda guy."
We were speaking of food
But I see that you eat
With your writing-hand.

You, Poet, write like a
Quitting smoker
That stands with his very last
Smoke in his mouth -lighter
In hand. Frozen; carving a statue
Of the moment. For himself.
From himself. For all to see.

You, Poet, are the wind thrusting
Confidence from under the wings of
Angels, down to assist the
Flapping of little, pen wielding
Ducklings at take-off.
You are a devil of a gentleman; an
Arms open welcomer
In this realm of written renderings.

You, Poet, are an agent of king
Poem Himself.
As convincing and encouraging as a
.357 barrel imprint on your forehead
To remind yourself to keep writing
-Just always keep writing; just
Write.
If you guarded the Gates of Hell,
You'd still give good meaning to
Words like 'Warm Welcome'...

You, Friend, make poets feel
Like the true
Rock Stars of the Universe
That they all
Truly
Are.

~

I need to stand
at the edge of a river
imagining all my

       fears

            and

                anxieties

are passing by.


I would take a step back
  
         and     s
                       i
                         t




Silently

I would let them all

       drift

                g
                  e
                  ­  n
                       t
                         l
                           y

noticing each one

letting
           it
             go

and just observe the distance.

Already they seem
  
   smaller


I can enjoy the

     'here and now'

sitting by the river

      and appreciate a taste
      
             of

                  inner peace

                             ~

hey sailor you've been away too long
she's had time to forget all about you
in her favours lies the sea devil
and it's his attention she so craves.

lets all go to the ocean's bottom,
down to drink red wine
cos under the water
no one's to see if you're sober or drunk

she takes him that expensive *** you bought
they dance all night dizzy on spirits
like you never would,
and he can't resist her

it's okay I'm sure you never really loved her anyway.

This tastes like a bad dream
And its scent, the bitterness of the night.
I have watched me save myself from you
But these memories hold me tight
like skin holds these blood vessels
from spilling blood.
These memories call me like a curse
That looms an abattoir.

Dear, the adrenalin kept me standing
The fear of being wrong kept me coming
This magic, your magic kept me wanting
Wanting what you could never give.

So now, you take to the hills crying fowl.
You tell all that my garment smells foul.
You open up flesh and leave these open scars
You open up while I drop my cards.

This still tastes like a bad dream
And I wrap it under my sleeves
A souvenir for wounds we can't mend
My heart was once made of tissue
But now it textures dark leather

I am looking for someone who knows how to stay
Someone who ignores the bad breath
That walks out of my mouth when I say the words,
"Will you stay with me?"
Someone who won't get scared seeing the scars
Well lodged under my fitted white t-shirts.
I am looking for someone who looks beyond
The words 'commitments' and waits for me
To stutter the right words at the right time
About the right time.

I am not made of plastic or steel
Diamonds belong to the rocks
and songs that praise dead warriors.
But I am made of dust. The one you
trample upon- On the busy streets of New York
Or the rowdy streets of Ikeja-under-bridge.
Dust that won't stay.

My emotions bleed like the felt tip pen
In one moment's rush and in another second's silence
Like the ocean tide.

Like the ocean's tide, sometimes I get high
Sometimes low. The winds that blow
Never leave me to my own predictions.

I wear a shell of manhood
One that masks the same little boy
Who lived on a mother's breast;
The same boy who bit his nails
At every opportunity. The same boy
Who never knew the difference between
right or wrong.
visit or stay.


I know what it feels like to be a forest
And I know what it feels like to be a tree.
My bark is tough and my leaves wide
I can shade from the beating pelts of spring's rain
The Sun and I have an alliance
And anyone that lives under my arms
Owns a certain glow.
I am looking for someone
Whose roots will stay firm to the ground
Curled around mine like the lomp of the
Nigerian man's hair.
I am looking for someone
who will stay.


Will you stay?

You've taken every Dream i've had
Laid waste to every plan
cruely taken all i've Loved.
Left me in this Godforsaken land,

When I called out in the night
while in hot writhing agony
with a troubled heart unconsoled
Why did you not answerer me?

When I begged you take this pain
from my aching breast
I felt the arrow through my heart
Blood pouring from my chest,

I Prayed to you a thousand times
and pled a million more
Why leave these fiery beasts
Banging,busting down my door?

You left me in the dark
with Demons and no control
I couldn't help but think at last
this my death bell toll.

You left my life to Satan
when I did but beg release
and like a fool I still Prayed
for my Soul--Abiding Peace

You left my prayers unanswered
night after night- No Reply
What did I ever do to you
That even my death you would deny,

As silent tears run down my cheeks
I will Pray to you No More!
I realize you have Forsaken me
and left Demons at my door.

~

Deep within the patterns of a woven ember’s light
Truth becomes a filament that channels every thrill
Illuminating on the sky as features form the void
Culminating in our hearts that gladly find its will

Serpentine unwindings through the great expanse of space
Capturing a falling star for but a moment brief
Pondering our every thought as heaven sends its beam
Fueling both the fire and our happy hearts belief

Hand in hand we fly upon a moonbeam made of love
Dancing on a constellation, sharing of its light
Casting off the reasons why this day should ever end
Following the movements of this endless evening flight

Ours is but a journey that will bring us to the dream
Only in an atmospheric setting shall we play
Here before our eyes awaits the life we wish to start
While we row with happiness throughout the Milky Way

Ribbons of a cosmic flow now touch our every pore
Beauty calms the wake before the majesty we’ve seen
Safely carried by a stream celestial in design
As the night does paint the sky in volumes so pristine

Now we gaze upon this realm as wide as is our love
Time will be the portal which together we walk through
Welcomed in a fashion that invites our honest smiles
As this day the universe does know that I love you

Your words are rocking me,
Jolts like bats flap, and trees snap,
You pull me to and open wounds through,
I am trying to be too busy to remember, but I'm falling in again, who saw, who knew?

When I was running I forgot that I was tired, walking on like hills climb, in mountain valleys within moon shine.
Eyes of fire.

These hands shake with vehemence,
I've not lost for grievance,
Just maybe inside my mind some more
To watch plants grow through impedence.
Clinging to forcing eyes not forlorn.