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“….Well!!… U reach where u going!!” (old west indian saying)
 
The musings of a misunderstood manic depressant’s drama fueled follies
Why the unrealistic canter of finger prints are left lingering, I know not
.. Of not being from what i see but what i have seen, I redundantly still trot
Flayed upon my memories are the imprints of being forgettable… living life’s lotteries
 
My facade being one of a constant flatline withered with page and slain by age
It is such that the truth knows not and refuses to whisper progressive
.. hounded by the resurgence of calm notions stilted by prior requests
To leave this path, walking with the hunch in search of  still… time moments caged
 
….Become the fragile carried upright and master the divining rod, knowing
Stunted by the continued repeats of the harrowing loneliness… pushed away
chided by every childs eyes as to why, with whom and when without judgement
reflected upon and thrust forward only to realise,…. the back strokes of nowhere growing
 
Knowing the momentum of life exploits are based on the progression of passions
Feeling the somehow, someway & someday the feeling will change based on our actions
…Still the lingering of muted musings make much melancholic melodies
Easy it is said to be… but never told to know how or how to know so we can sow to grow
 
… Wake up to the figured and find the flagellation of self in its lean extreme….
Hoping the self coined clichés of others is rewarded by obsessive bother
Whilting at the ease of understanding not everyone… just each other
Down till the latent subdued measures are forced to saved the dying, lying and mean
 
We wait for stage direction only to standstill in hope… we point to fixate
Our notorious nuances are exposed and everyone can see what we try to be
while we wail silently walking around with smiles on our faces
While I smile waiting for the dull thud of wet tear drops… they point at me and fixate
 
The calamities of much lost,  the casualties of much lust ingrained on loathed loss
while the will to succeed and marvel at morning dew makes the journey worthwhile
it is none too long before the left creeps on the fringe only to gain a secure hold
Often hoping the bond wont linger long after we are left with fingerprint of lives still here
 
Lives still here… but gone
 
Yet i wait…. yet to come?
 
 
© Oluseyi S@ge  Awolesi, 012223092007
The furrowed brow, the red eyes, the heated head and the dull sound of muffled whimpers…
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About CerebralCausality

I am an Architect, Photographer, Poet, Writer. I'd say a bit of a renaissance man. I love and imbibe creativity of all forms as it is the essence of life itself. Take a walk down the myriad process that invigorates my mind, be still for a spell and let my words dwell in your subconscious allowing you to intellectually copulate with me.

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