Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

Sauntering thought-soaked,
On emotions-stricken legs
Through what seemed
The 'Aburi' of the battle field
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He waves warmly his hands
In a graceful gait garnished by beautiful brands
To the clumsy crowd crying his name
Chanting eulogies and accolades to his fame
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In me a fire is ignited,
A burning bliss of blues.
For Labake leaps in my inks
Like a fairy in verses of telling tunes.
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Dear Jillian,
I could feel your pleasure-pain,
Even when you scream 'you hate me'
For when you frantically frown I know you want
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When these melancholic melodies melt into
soundless silence,
And your sorrows slip into sweetness
I'd be at the distance of your pleasure pines to
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To let these mystic moments slip,
Without inks at the spree
Of horrors and terrors perceivable only in carnibals click
Might mean hearing the sound of rapture,
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DON'T LEAVE AGAIN
If you could travel through pain and time,
If you would listen to the emptiness in this rhyme;
......... The hurt of my heart,
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Shutting down,
The antennae of humanity
I slipped through realities
Finding my way into illusions
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There were times,
When the earth was earthen.
As darkness was her only bidding,
Only to be unearthen by the creator's sword!
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What sacred secret is hidden within your
luscious lips,
that it touches the soul with supple tenderness?
What priceless treasure is buried between thy
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I do not know what or how it feels
Except that my heart moves to my heels
All in a freaking freeze
Each moment you blow at me, like an evening breeze
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For instance,
From the distance,
You could hear it whistle.
Her impacts the feel of a seraphic mantle;
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I know of a man,
Known by every clime and clan,
OGEDENGBE ABGOGUNGBORO.
Once a towering iroko,
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Today we unveil our new bride,
The groom's kinsmen think she's antithetical to pride
And there she hides!
Gravitating towards 'angelic encounters',
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When wisdom hides in the cloud of affliction
Fools naturally understand the rhythms of
aggression
Once upon a time,
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Who could fill a yard,
With the overwhelming ocean if not a retard?
Dawn down dreadful dusk
You yoke me of your yearnings
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Of this noble art,
Are acts left in heart!
To the errand of inks,
In cryptic coloured lines,
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I see love in the sky
Like some array
Of candle lights
Shining bright
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As bright as morning sunbeam
Slicing through the waking day
As I have no regrets to say
In no fantasy dream
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Tears tore hearts
Mourners mouthed acts;
These trees are fallen
Even to the carnival of our burden
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