Posts Tagged: Poetry
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
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
A cold snap shift…
I was on my way back from a pre contract meeting when I see a missed call from my Niece Fara and then a call comes in from my eldest sister Yetunde my heart skips a beat because her and I aren’t
A cold snap shift…
I was on my way back from a pre contract meeting when I see a missed call from my Niece Fara and then a call comes in from my eldest sister Yetunde my heart skips a beat because her and I aren’t
Some May Say… A barren plight… Some would say.
A being barren is only the speacious speculation of a woman’s liberation, some would say….
Some May Say… A barren plight… Some would say.
A being barren is only the speacious speculation of a woman’s liberation, some would say….
In Between The Ocean and the Lagoon
IN BETWEEN THE OCEAN AND THE LAGOON A slither of land the opening of ones hand The direct result of thinking outside the perceived leads to the triumphs we can leaf for our seeds The bounty lies in between the
In Between The Ocean and the Lagoon
IN BETWEEN THE OCEAN AND THE LAGOON A slither of land the opening of ones hand The direct result of thinking outside the perceived leads to the triumphs we can leaf for our seeds The bounty lies in between the
Balustrade and lights
Sometimes all we need to do is change our viewpoint to open ourselves to the possiblities of different melodies you may bask in the light of a whimsical view However realising the realignment of focus assists us in understanding the
Balustrade and lights
Sometimes all we need to do is change our viewpoint to open ourselves to the possiblities of different melodies you may bask in the light of a whimsical view However realising the realignment of focus assists us in understanding the
Confinement of Carbon Dioxide
Even the ease of growing seems to be curtailed with restriction
TGIF: Take a turn
TGIF: Take a turn As we whittle away at each week day we turn to time looking towards five on a friday looking forward to plans we made for weekend days Hoping to live something that gives a different pay looking
TGIF: Take a turn
TGIF: Take a turn As we whittle away at each week day we turn to time looking towards five on a friday looking forward to plans we made for weekend days Hoping to live something that gives a different pay looking
Cerebral Causality 