Category Archives: In My Own Words

Musings, Poetry and thoughts articulated in my own words

Transitions.


Transitions  #Musings #Poetry #SeyiAwolesi #CerebralSoul #CerebralCausality #Mind

Transitions.


Transitions  #Musings #Poetry #SeyiAwolesi #CerebralSoul #CerebralCausality #Mind

#AreWeUs 


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#AreWeUs 


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Are we us!?


We are the combination We are the oscillation We are the culmination We are the intuition We are the confusion We are the causality Are we us?! We are Us Our we Us Us are We My Each  heartbeat is

Are we us!?


We are the combination We are the oscillation We are the culmination We are the intuition We are the confusion We are the causality Are we us?! We are Us Our we Us Us are We My Each  heartbeat is

Under the Dark skies… Joy?


​Palpable tension oozing through denial  Betrayal borne out of misinterpretation  Pregnant pauses and temporal shifts  Transference of difference  Truth owned by fawnings of yearning… Pains providence stark in varied emotions Oxymoronic concoctions, veiled accounts of our stories The expressions of

Under the Dark skies… Joy?


​Palpable tension oozing through denial  Betrayal borne out of misinterpretation  Pregnant pauses and temporal shifts  Transference of difference  Truth owned by fawnings of yearning… Pains providence stark in varied emotions Oxymoronic concoctions, veiled accounts of our stories The expressions of

The Lives of Others. Other selves


The bustle of footsteps on the concourse as commuters dance in differing directions heading to alternate locations. We pan up to see the Kolamide sitting on the left passenger waiting bench  looking directly at an enchanting blue cashmere scarf wrapped

The Lives of Others. Other selves


The bustle of footsteps on the concourse as commuters dance in differing directions heading to alternate locations. We pan up to see the Kolamide sitting on the left passenger waiting bench  looking directly at an enchanting blue cashmere scarf wrapped

Questions of Love


Why is it you don’t just speak of what’s on your mind?, Can’t you see the further we drift the greater the rift creates a bigger divide… What is it you see or have as expectations of me?, where we

Questions of Love


Why is it you don’t just speak of what’s on your mind?, Can’t you see the further we drift the greater the rift creates a bigger divide… What is it you see or have as expectations of me?, where we

Loves lobes


Speak to me of love that hasn’t been steeped in mumpsimus, a love that dwells constantly in the narrative of evolution…  Speak to me as though i were a stranger that gives you uncomfortable ease… Show me the delectable demure

Loves lobes


Speak to me of love that hasn’t been steeped in mumpsimus, a love that dwells constantly in the narrative of evolution…  Speak to me as though i were a stranger that gives you uncomfortable ease… Show me the delectable demure