Lover of everything art.
Started writing poems at the early age of nine.
A staunch fan of good music, a lyricist, and a petti writer who dreams and works toward being a big one.
Ceejon is a graduate of Philosophy. more »
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Ceejon Ezinwoke Poems
Until You Return
Painstakingly, In semi-mindless pretence I am tossing you away You, beautiful beloved baby
And More Nails
The signs so illustrious As N diligently did his do Standing up and falling again Looking past mocking fingers
Nineteen Moons And Eight Days
It's been nineteen moons and eight hard days Since the prodigal son left his father's base No more corns for the urban stray pigeons Not even a broken grain as his own feeding
If This Love Was Love
If this love was love True and soft; like a virgin cotton embracing her seed Joy will be all it will crave
A Bard Can Only But Write
Solitude, the plight of the monks birdly free, confined yet physi-caly Squizing out juices from nostalgic chunks And melancholy, and her friends to tally
In The Youthfulness Of Time
A thousand torn treaties of trust and truce A wavering white flag wornout and washed A prank, a proof of so pure a perfidous prone Like talking to Turks through crusader texts
'Hush', I said And the crickets ceased to whistle This night can't be dark, it should't I will tell the moon and her shiny friends, To keep vigil and watch you darling friend I will go fetch you some cool sea breeze,
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Until You Return
In semi-mindless pretence
I am tossing you away
You, beautiful beloved baby
Sadly, into the Ezize stream.
Just a trifle blame for the gods
Until you return
In sameness of route
Rough or smooth
A homecoming sail
Cease to call me yours
Cry for the waves
Till what may,
Farewell beloved little child.