Adeosun Olamide Quotes
''In bank of memory- riches dwell.''Memories
''No greater power than that to forget, to be still amid storm. No greater gift than to let go. None greater.''Freedom
''The fire that burnt my soul, the winds that blows my thoughts and strip me bare, stroll again and awaken me.''Wishes
''I have learnt to dreamChanges
Have learnt to gleam
Seem also I have learnt to beam
Teach me lord to wake
Teach Lord to see, to change
And to share''
''In the end we have nothing except all we gave.''Giving
''The Looking Glass- Wish it bares abides in us.Fade
It lies' just yesterday my skin glowed in it'
Today it pales like it never bloomed.''
''Difficulties the food of strength, have ye not ears that persecution is thy mercy? it is that which strengthens our tiring faith.''Keep Moving
''The comely stroke of friendship don't come in having thousand followers.Friendship
The touch often is in just one' that companion who has you as friend.''
''Times make seem this dark skin- the hell of the damned soul. The excellence of this soul, the flames- all quenched by the color of its rags and though may reach the peak- the skin cause unseen, unnoticed to this soul- but yet the drive is heart of an unbother-liness beating- let the snub be blind.''From Silences.
''The emptiness is bottomless, the misery depth unknown, the darkness has no end- it wins always the battle- but more are the stars- stationed here that flutters, O how they make the dark desirous and the emptiness craved.''From my Dark.
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Season Of The Coffin Makers
Out here in mist, a virgin widow
With coffin just wedded husband
He died of laughter, she says
That was pure, untouched
In here the mist, a virgin mother
With coffin just wedded daughter
She died of syphilis, she hears
As priest turns her away
Out there in paradise town, a candle light
With coffin of virgin mother
She died of laughter, all says
That twitch sprouts in head hers
And silence in the cathedral
Out here beneath mist
The coffin of its priest
A veiled rapist night before shot- heard
A Heart Of Gratitude
While day falls and the night calls in obvious whispers of departing art,
In the halls of earth we lay distraught,
With pall notes scrawled on the walls of tender heart,
Fondled by whispers of fond thoughts