Adeniran Joseph

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Adeniran Joseph Ogooluwa is a poet, writer, and poetic-critic of his literary field.He writes and got mused from Oyo state, ibadan.Nigeria.He was born and brought up from Ogun state, Abeokuta. Nigeria. He basically writes from the realms of Nature, World existence, Love, death and critics of any leaders. He's presently the CEO of a whatsapp group named: POETRY INVOICE.)

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What I Love By Prince Joe

WHAT I LOVE

I love to paint my eyes to see the colours in rainbow,
How its became covenant like my brothers' fresh blood,
& how we read dead pages of an unwritten dawn,
At the front tower of already forgotten 3lost boys,
That escaped at the rising sun of a straight bullet.

I love to hear my names cry in my new Jersey clothes,
It gives me revelation of how my father left his body,
With forced accusations against the flesh of my mother,
I don't know how to tell my mouth to talk in silence,
Untill I saw two bodies walking into my mouth,
Which left me grumbling in stilled silence of,
How boys lost the down anus by wearing,
The otherside of  their mothers' memory.

I love to go naked on the streets to show people,
The red & black scars pinching me not to cry,
But people will still say am too pocessed,
Maybe I should go back to my mother's thigh,
To look for a way to be rebirth in another world,
'Cause this world is filled with rivers flowing in dismal.

I love to listen to some lyrics that can make me die another day
Lyrics that hold your breathe and bend your broken self
But today, we don't listen to it anymore
We only paths ways by holding its mouth,
& pouring it at another lovers' lips,
Then how do we survive a heartbreak
When the body doesn't hear itself?

I love to love those who nail my nakedness
& tell me tales of how the cities in my body,
Became figures of a listening pile pipe,
That's when the body becomes a gift to nature
& how its sheltered a running splash of sea
Will I plug my eyes and give to people to see?
Even though my mind is drawing a ladle full,
My mouth will never speak of latin words,
That can make my history out of a dying flesh.

I love to listen to the voice of a bard night,
That lift my Forest out of its thick jungle
That's when your shadow will be free to speak
Of how your future will ends in a lady's breast,
If you don't run into pages of a tasteless jokes,
And split your legs into colors of your eyes,
For the fist of hands isn't to quench your crave,
But to deploid the two eggs beneath your body
& Send you to a stagnant desert of no end.

I love to look through the mirror in my body,
To kill my salty taste for the love of a lust.
How many times will you kiss your lips
& repeat the same anthem in your hands?  
Take note: Tomorrow's game is today's exam
Don't run after noon when the eyes of the gods
Doesn't speak for you in different languages.
So, tell me,
What about you;
What do you love?

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