David Olusanya Poems

When the moon walks on your heart,
And the world is all an art;
It is a priceless portion poetry-
A poet's song of liberty.
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A grey bird chanted a bleeding song
on the dark streets of despair.
When a pale knell had been rung
and usurped a blooming atmosphere.
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Let's make my room a theatre
Let my bed become a stage
Let the stars be our audience
Let our blood mix with rage.
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Little children, don't be swayed
from the path that Christ had laid.
For his blood had washed your skin
from the scathing stripes of sin.
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When I gave my heart to you,
and you gave yours to me too;
You became my mortal goddess
And saved my soul from distress.
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Never heard so sweet
from the space of heaven's streets….
touching down to earth so low,
tuning hearts and souls aglow:
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Withhold not your wits from these sayings;
Rather, marry the virtues that breathe in them.
Let these lots be your cravings,
and of them, be a living emblem.
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"Come and have a nap
on my smooth and polished lap.";
a luscious lass,
call on work men as they pass.
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What then now, if I die?
Cheerfully taking the tomb to lie.
Do not feel in your heart too sorry,
or saddle your spirit with worry.
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Life might a poignant plane,
dressed with ditches to have your slain;
Never waste your wits to weep,
else you drench in life's direful deep.
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