Olabode Joseph Oluwatayo

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To live in pencil lines,
As if drifting along the path of an arrow,
Creating boundaries; where lines should go,
Are lines not dots moving in a particular flow?
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Sleep always long to take my breath away,
But promises never to trouble any man's good rest,
A dreamland with vision faraway,
A giver and angel of a renewed breath,
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Laid in pools of his living blood,
as his heart sobs close to death,
liquor's swift judgement to death,
while travelling in the rainy flood.
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Maybe just a little push,
Perhaps a little more effort,
Or a little bit of the time,
That little word for my memory.
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Time with you was worthwhile,
Happiness the virtue that dearly drives,
Let those moment wets your seething thirst,
Before it eventually becomes your dried past,
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A flower that grew so high,
The brightest colour of a favoured bride,
Walking on marbles, the ceiling is sky,
Spreading its petals with a magnificient pride,
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Can you see the destines;
written on the clouds over us?
Or hear the words of the trees;
shouted into the winds that blows towards us?
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In timely feast, my heart yearns,
wholly to elect your reign in my heart,
or will you despise the will of a man's heart?
in vain of this momentary despair?
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9.

In deciding whether to live or die,
to be with God or the devil,
perhaps being born, to be again born,
may be either a heavy or light chose.
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With dream eggs to lay,
After a seemingly long day,
In the shinning Sun, I made hay,
Just; gains for the morrow,
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Precious people of the heart,
Fertile soil of its land,
Magnificient; but a few,
Natural and moisturizes like the dew,
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As shy as a moony night,
Mounting fantasies to great height,
Scents and stains of real pains,
Strange feelings of no gains,
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If not that the Sun shines,
and it shines so scorchingly,
and; the Moon who is quite shy and soft,
also the cloud that may darken the day,
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14.

Only if i was that man.
whose words are trails of unknown wisdom,
or could i be that god,
full of charm, beauty and wealth,
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To write; I should read,
To walk, I should crawl,
To speak; I should babble,
To run; I should walk,
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Life was trashing to an end,
to be laid eternally dead,
but your abounding grace delivered,
like a huge caravan from a gushing flood.
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Uncommon feeling of the night,
heart for a loved woman is it?
Who could struggle against such feelings?
or fight such seething emotions?
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They are all; we are not,
A birthmark, we price not,
Always not; but lies on delivery beds,
Meteors of bright skies thier heads,
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When our life is measured in years,
telling us the end may be near.
As what we dearly esteem, fades away
as time incessantly wears.
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Olabode Joseph Oluwatayo Biography

A undergraduate Student of Architecture, with a deep interest for poetry, game OF CHESS, research development, animations/computer graphics, General Studies and of course ARCHITECTURE!)

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To Live In Pencil Lines

To live in pencil lines,
As if drifting along the path of an arrow,
Creating boundaries; where lines should go,
Are lines not dots moving in a particular flow?
Life in pencil lines, a genies role,
Even if drawn before i was born,
Undo it myself, my eraser screams,
and say it myself, my pencil smudges,
Can even create the King's dreams,
How do you want it my mind says,
sketching you plans till the final days,
When ideas speaks in mortar gray,
Then my best work should be myself,
Creating beautiful mind on life's canvas,
With ultimate achievement around through the universe,
the requisite need of a fulfilling destiny.
With life in pencil lines,
The only regret may;
be the one who sketches plans,
Without the plan of his own life.

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