Point of view
Consider the pristine edge of observation,
curtains that raise the intuitive mind, with no hesitation.
That prism that can change the concept,
corridors of memory mirrors precept.
Some mystery begging to unfold,
blending nuances into oneness to behold.
When the penny drops the revelation,
time and thoughts in reincarnation.
Pure reality blends by embracing the new,
sound walking shoes in to pursuit.
Onward spiraling beyond the place,
embracing in spite of all fears.
Curtain keeper of all dimension,
pull that robe to that loving vision.
Seeking that all embracing way,
understanding truth in that today.
Trusting that spirit forever more,
devotions that take us to the others shore.
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Shame
The man in the room,
waited call never came.
Shadows for prisoners of life.
Flames to engulf roses,
an end of a transformation.
...Before You Fall
Love don’t live here
I am lust in disguised
A reckless man,
A reckless lover
Black clouds underneath blue sky
A monsoon, soon underneath your eyes
A shaky terrain
For all hearts that ever dare to feel for me
A drop of truth
Inside a bucket of lies
Baby If I were you
I would run away from my lies
Like tear drops against bruised skin
For not a single seed from your basket of love
Could ever grow and blossom here
In this deceitful desert of my soul
A soft warning for the sake of your heart
Out of a last drop of an empty bucket of truth
Baby I can only pray
It reaches your heart on time
Before you fall!
MY NAME IS DARING
It was 1984 when I decided to vacation in San Francisco, California
It Toured Downtown and the Suburbs
But there was a port of San Francisco that Tour Companies wanted Tourist to avoid
So I wanted to explore why this specific area was off limits
I spoke to the Tour Escort, and he told me how I should dress
I had my Jean’s torn and everything out place and wore a Do Rag Bandana around my head
Yes head
So I ventured up to the area of question
No time to talk out in suggestion
Now it could have been my Death
Nonetheless, I had to see for myself
Because I am not like everybody else
Courage with assurance
No I wasn’t under the influence
I was in an Alley surrounded by Motorcycle Gangs had arrived
I acted tough
I even called their bluff
I was told by one of the Motorcycle Leaders, I didn’t fit in
...Pride waves encounter
With the waves a sea encounter
A spectre of eternal tides
Swallowing my hollowing pride
The Future Is Still Bright
The future is still bright
Even when I haven't seen a great light
The future is still bright
Even when all I see is night.
The future is still bright
Even if I can't see what I hope for insight
Living a cantankerous life
Terrified with the issues of life
Starving with the depth of lies
Binding with the soils of miry
I say the future is till bright..
Tears may seen to be your hobby
Flowing all round your body
Disappointment your everyday experience
As if there is no more favour in existence.
Structured a good life
But been caught in depth of lies
Looking at the path you take,
Seeing lack of great intake.
Confusion all the way
Found in your lane and still carried astray.
Love with all of&n...
My Grandmother's House
Two little rooms in a little apartment,
With little windows and little doors
And the littlest lady of them all,
Sitting, feet barely touching the kitchen floor.
Knitting little sweaters for little children
With eyes of blue and hair the color of wheat,
As they sprint across the narrow hallway
In the midst of that summer’s heat.
She poured us warm chamomile tea
And sliced freshly baked bread and butter.
Little feet dangled off the chairs
As we dipped our fingers in palettes of watercolor.
When the wind rose in the afternoon sun,
We put our little shoes on and sprinted down the stairs
Tripping around corners as we missed steps
But as lo...
The meeting
The Meeting
As water runs through the body and enters every pore.
As water rakes through the hair.
As hope lits the face; with the prospect of standing before the Lord of the worlds.
As tears shimmer in the eyes and drop with every word said to the Lord of the worlds.
As shoulders drop in weariness.
As relief comes from prostrations in submission, and the lips muttering every single word filled with emotions.
The meeting with my Lord has come.
© Ni'motallah ideraoluwa
...FLOTSAM AND JETSAM
Down the flotsam and jetsam of the city
on a fiery sunny day
wandering along the
streets of the cosmopolitan city
I was praying earnestly
for a secluded, serene, calm and tranquil corner
of the city which is ‘far from the madding crowd’
where silence, peace, coolness reigned supreme
in order to release the red hot lava
flowing down the volcano of my fretting and fuming mind
since more than an hour.
To my surprise and embarrassment
some unseen force led me to this Hall of Silence
to the music of silence.
In the pin drop silence
where almost hundred
people had assembled and meditated
I too joined them and took my seat in one
of the concrete chairs and started meditating.
How long I sat there, no idea
But I experienced the comfort of peace,
tranquility and serenity.
From that day...
Poison Becomes Wine
You can't prevent counter attack
But you hurt,
You break into pieces and
Scatter apart.
I had a key of happiness of
Golden color,
You blind thought it fire
What a satire!
I give you pitch darkness
Keep it in mind,
Moon is smiling on my lips
Leaving torment behind.
Will you give me pain?
So easy?
I can only give and don't take
Freakish and crazy.
I tolerate and love blue pain
Out of fun,
Cup of poison becomes wine
In the long run.
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