Aurora's Poetomania

Four paths meet Where only three should. How did you get here I did not put you here You are not my design I Don't acknowledge your presence The tap goes on a while I see you I see you This is not the plan I won't stand for this!! No Angels bearing fire greet me Evil holds a rose to me I see you I see you Oh no This is not my design This is not the plan From a distance in the path I face I see a long trail of blood I see fingers, toes and teeth Wait! Is that an eye? Is that a lung or a stomach This is not my design This is not the plan A mural stands alone In the palace of my mind It had taken the very life Out of its subject by night I say move! Move away, move on The inner self is on a sleigh My neck is to the blade. How well or how far, This is not m design This is not my plan.

Standing at the shores of our stayed hearts Our stayed thoughts Our insane minds I'm just here fearing that I've not given up On my habits of old, On this bad thought and that I thought l'd be fine with the drills That comes with giving your being... I don't wanna push too far Lest we both fall off This mountain bed of roses. If you let your soul wander a while And fish out that which is hiding If you let the world fall off with its weight Away from your shoulders and the freeze in your smile If you open your eyes, And see that you don't have to hide From my already blind eyes Youl'd see that in you, I've found that which I lost Or maybe that which I never really had. I know I messed up big A quick blur in the screen of the sound of water I'd say please I'd say sorry I'd say I'll leave If that suits your heart I'd say I'll stay Co's that's what suits my soul But I am grave A Deep depth of unending madness A book of unend

Muge ge ge Muga ga ga The songs of old play The stories of old replay We walk and waltz We talk and stall. We cling to the tales of old Like leeches, we derive our push We make excuses Yesterday was bad So we let it be our muse. When we give our today, To the shrivelled hosts of disgrace We deliver our next year, In the hands of the Murks Muge ge ge Muga ga ga Yesterday is a bitch Broke your heart and moved on So you're going to treat today badly You or him You or them Someone is getting a broken heart It doesn't matter who it. Is, Because We're busy stalling tomorrow And Licking our Wounds from 0last night. So I said to Muge one day Muga too heard my voice ring out in the mountains I said to them Come my friends, lets Put yesterday to sleep She's been a good pet and all But she's old and worn and ready to go Even if she's not, she still bores me to death Muga heard my pleas and stepped into my old van As it moaned and sq

Ago yah! He comes yes he does The beautiful one of the pigidley clan Sweet of tongue and nasty of breath He prances! Who can blame a worm for eating at corpse Who can blame the corpse for spoiling the coffin Ago yah! He comes he Of the gentle massacre of wisdom Fat of thighs but swift of tongue Hills and mountains of incredulity Marshes giving life to senseless seeds Ago yah. The greeting of eriwo The salutation of adanwo Muddy feet torment our rugs of silk The graceful evil one greets Ago yah!

A spray of strength to the north of sunlight A drop of honesty to a pool of Godliness A couple of laps in an ocean of truth A tower of sweet loving, one only so rare Righteousness in the face of hard choices This is what makes him him And what makes him my father. He's the thought that makes me strive To keep strife from his and my doorsteps His is the face that haunts my dreams And shows me just how things are His  is the voice in my head Proding me to success Pushing me beyond all limits His are the hands that I hold In the dream of my reality Or the reality of my dreams The reason behind seasons The season that only I bask in. I love you PaPa Happy father's day

to  the  fallen  stars  of  horus, theres  a  waiver  here  in  morus the  ace  of  cards  is  giving  a  party for  the  doomed  saviours  of  thebes as  they  dance  naked  around  aphrodite's  table their  pale  buttocks  giggling  and  shinning  in  the  light  of  the  night listen, oh  fallen  stars  of  horus naija  is  on  his  way. Naija,  son  of  the dusty  wet  clans born  in  sprig  and  named  in  autumn Naija,  daughter  of  the  last  north moon  of  the  day sun  of  the  world he  who  drools  oil  in  his  sleep and  spits  green  in  his  wake Naija, descendant  of  the  the gods  of  humour known  for  his  smiles, and  his  cunning  too let  someone  tell  zeus, that  Naija  bends  to  no  one let  someone  tell  the  gods of the  moonless  suns that  Naija  has  taken  house with  the  sons  of  the  world at  the  head  of the  table, the  soul of  the  party Naija  looks  at  the  ace  of  cards they  both  k ow  where  the  ni

A  lone  bird  in  this  grey  sky is  again  asking  me  for  the  lust  of  the  lost asking  me to  be  more  than  a  dot a  lone  lost  speck  of  black  in  a  sea  of  grey a  little  unknown  face  in  this  drizzle  of  madness a  lone  bird  in  this  grey  sky soaring  into  a  pit diving  in slushing  it the  game  is  lost a  lone  bird  against  grey  tides a  million  grey  skies  pouring  sand pouring  ice and  thoughts  of  grey pouring  sounds  and  sights  of  baleful  grey black  would  celebrate but  this  grey  kills  the  thought,

Help me! I say help You can help me, by not trying to save me I'm a racer and fate is my car Without helmet or belt or breaks Moving like thrusts Pulsating like guns My soul is starving though fed to brim I crave for more of that I have I yearn for them that I don't The world shakes her head at me Adult patiently expect my ruin The young eagerly attend my wake Like a plague of locust, I clear the way With fire in my breath, and water in my lungs Water, fire, earth. And air Even the elements wonder and fear I stand alone on a heap of bodies The last girl standing in a war of the ageless The madness of victory has caught up with me Sanity fled me, the day I took my first breath Oh But please don't judge me I pray you For like you, I've sought help as I know how I was given fire to quench my water I was given ice to quench my fire Fire and ice made one and my dragon is born I'm at that throne, the base of my lust My dragon nuzzle me, and I b

Standing at the crossroads of the future Torn between a yes and a yes A perhaps and a maybe I, The princess of labyrinths Am in that place of witnesses But alone and wanton. Craving The depth I feel. Longing For a yes or a no A yes of a no A no of a yes. The journey so far I witness tonight has been A lot but easy How does one feel Uneasy bliss How do I choose Between the yes of the no And the no of the yes How do I tell If the wait will be worth the wail If the pain will bring forth the gains? I'm in bed with my dream Watching out for my fate Aye I'm in love with both tastes Both would go a long way To quench this insatiable thirst But will the thirsts be quenched That grow every second of the day?

She is graceful to behold An embodiment of fairness She is sweet to the lips Like fresh ripe berries She is a dam of knowledge Couldn't beat her at cards She is quiet as a mouse An inscrutable old Owl. She is a honourable lady Could be a scheming bitch too She loves unconditionally Until she has something to lose She is all sympathetic But bears all old malice She is my biggest goddess An embodiment of beauty She gives me life and death She succumbs to my wiles and whines She wraps me lovingly in her bosom She stoops to win my wars She bestows her love without thinking Her compassion is also her rage Her kindness is in her hatred Her name is EARTH                                  She is my mother.

In that split moment when my eyes drooped My Mind stuttered as the red juice pooled "I must hold on", I mused But as I pushed towards the light, the hefty darkness. Pulled. Death held my hand, smiled a tad His eyes glowed, the wind growled My heart thumped but my feet were stumped My days whipped behind my eyes past I know only one, god or gods I've seen only thousands, and heard but one Death is he for whom we dance Our only prayer to him is "not today".

Take this oath, and let me be That the hunter not become the hunted Or lost in the woods if your maliciousness You would put the luminous dark at bay Behind the curtains of your madness. Take the oath just this once That the ways of the pawns be made green And the best of the knights not be enough For your words mean nothing And your grace saveth but nought Take this oath by the right arm For if you lose the word of the faith At least, ought we not save the lyric of the oath? So Take this oath in the name of the sages That your name too might echo through the  ages Surely my friend, the  sun will set One day all that will be left Is the madness of the sages And the infinite supremacy of truth.

At the last "pens up" The first pays me a visit the second remains a blur The class buzzed, I can see them all Graduants and graduates Wearing a chip on our shoulders Like we never jogged, nor ran to classes Only to sit on the cold hard floor Like we never failed a course, In which we expected an "A" Hey, The Graduants dance today We tap and wiggle To personal frustrations Gotten from missing scripts and missed tests twist to the beats of the lusts Expressed and satisfied at motion ground We wiggle to our beats of anger That we shed in oga's office At the end of it all, We win, we chant We have won. Aye Bab's buzzed. Mosob tussed Okanlawon threatened But we still triunph ODLT groaned whilst we moaned The drone of the bats sounded in our bones The pats of bat shit, patted our backs But despite it all, we've won the race We got the plaque We burnt the trail!

The face of the night is good now This day is ours The moon tells a story today This sea of familiarity stays still And like we all know, still Waters run deep. It'll come a day, my love My path shall go east, and Yours far south Our hearts shall tremble in knowledge Of the evil that lurks in the sun As fate drives us apart Our feet shall stumble, and maybe we'll tumble Into a new abyss of feelings But know this my true one That if what we have was true, or by any chance Real, We should stumble and tumble Back into shape like fresh clay Ready for whatever the potter dreams Ready to grasp And of each other never Ever let go.

Twas a sprite in my dream as said If to love is to give your all Or to be rejected be to be damned to hell If saint paul gave a second thought On the beliefs of old as enforced on new If the boys who paced your routes now mock your voice; giving the boys of your dreams a strand of lust I"d know for these things die not For the tents of the persian prince pleases me not Sleep on the desert sand so biting and hot, I would be the last of the county lasses to start a storm And my wandering boys who love me not Would then on me like a baby dot!

THE JUDGE OF THE VIRGIN ROSE. Here comes the Rose In colours of Red and Pink and White Stately, elegant and chaste in earthly robes She struts like a Turkey and prances like a Wolf She walks to the temple and sprawls on the mat! Here comes the Judge Quick to talk and sure of virtue He stands like a pillar, pasted with graffiti He's a lot to know and little to love But "love comes later" all say to her But she knows, hell! she's sure There's no loving the Judge This Judge of of the virgin Rose . The Judge looks her up Up and down, lost in thoughts "She's a little fat to the waist" he thinks "And her feet are a tad bigger than I hoped" But he walks closer and closer With each step counting his loses With each step wary of his gift. The Rose lifts her petal, askance Wondering what thoughts play in the Judge What evil bestride his mind What atrocity he plans to commit Against her, and Nature She squirms under scopic

Ife, You sleep You wake You con dey rake You grab my days Like say na you get am Like play like play I don dey mad Ife WETIN dey I no chop Una no come Una put for head I put for chest Kponkpi! I don dey tell una This land don dey ploughed Omo believe am Feel am. Ife Gamaliel I nor dey look mirror again Na you be my mirror I nor dey play Bach for sunday Akpors self don commot Na you be the mirror wey I dey look As e be so Na you be the song wey I wan sing Choi! Make me self go go I go go sleep As e be like say na my sleep you take do house.

The night goes deep with inflections  Depth of cascading sweat The moon weeps with abandon Wishes for minimum fear  It forgets that though the sun seem heated  And days may get super weird Nothing compares to the fear That accompanies the thought of darkness My feet move in circles Small circles of fear My thoughts roam through multitudes Multitude of thoughts held dear Millions of thoughts of you.

I know what you're thinking; That I'm the lady with the pincers The one with the clinches Ready to stick like leech But I'm not! I'm just the girl with the missing heartbeat Lost in the woods, with strands and pieces I'm just the girl with the pictures Taken at night when in your sleepiest I'm just the girl with the pieces Little bits and tids of the heist The girl lying naked in this bed With beads of coal around her hip bones I'm the girl who misses her boy The lady who misses her man.

Standing at the shores of our stayed hearts Our stayed thoughts Our insane minds Im just here fearing that I've not given up On my habits of old, On this bad thought and that I thought Ild be fine with the drills That comes with giving your being... I don't wanna push too far Lest we both fall off This mountain bed of roses. If you let your soul wander a while And fish out that which is hiding If you let the world fall off with its weight Away from your shoulders and the freeze in your smile If you open your eyes, And see that you don't have to hide From my already blind eyes You'ld see that in you, I've found that which I lost Or maybe that which I never really had. I know I messed up big A quick blur in the screen of the sound of water I'd say please I'd say sorry I'd say I'll leave If that suits your heart I'd say I'll stay Co's that's what suits my soul But I am grave A Deep depth of unending madn

Standing at the crossroads of the future Torn between a yes and a yes A perhaps and a maybe I, The princess of labyrinths Am in that place of witnesses But alone and wanton. Craving The depth I feel. Longing For a yes or a no A yes of a no A no of a yes. The journey so far I witness tonight has been A lot but easy How does one feel Uneasy bliss How do I choose Between the yes of the no And the no of the yes How do I tell If the wait will be worth the wail If the pain will bring forth the gains? I'm in bed with my dream Watching out for my fate Aye I'm in love with both tastes Both would go a long way To quench this insatiable thirst But will the thirsts be quenched That grow every second of the day?

With bated breath we wait. Our saviour is come unto us Our saviour is clothed in silk Black silk and dark looks! Radiating the beauty of the Elfen tribe, Our saviour comes lo... Our saviour comes behold! Our saviour comes with change Which is good for we do need change Our big currencies bite our pockets As our thousands is some man's tens Our quest for change is shown to dwell Deep in the breadth of guests Our saviour has called to a Duel, The forces of light and big hard cash Our saviour is come He's come behold... He's come Lo On a white horse so stud He rides with age on his shoulders, Our general rides oh he does But look! Is that barbed wire I see? His horse neighs His silk flies! Our banner drowned in a sea: A green speck in a sea of blackness Our saviour's cap flies off He struggles with the briddle He fights for control We all crane our necks Our red and green brooms in our hands We wave! We debate But our saviour drowns sl

I found a jewel in the strangest place In the home of unlikely kings Amongst mere metals, I found A motal man who is imortal. In a sick room I found health Glowing and shinning with the morning sun I found him naked and perfect Sparkling with the touch of the world In a defiled pot I fished out the sacred Friend of the gods, who knew his flaws At the risk of being an oik I present My faith in you to you alone.

I know how a caged bird feels Put for the first time in a box of wires Know what a caged bird thinks Tossed and lost in the labyrinth of the mind I know how it is in dreams When it feels real enough to be complicated I know what a weaver bird thinks When the work of a year is found wanting I've been to the stables of the crazed Only they're saner than I'll ever be I know the disease of the weaver bird's heart The pain that a caged bird feels.

If I ever was anything I wasn't If I ever said anything I didn't If my smile ever carried a double edged sword If I ever drowned myself in a throng of feelings If I ever denied myself supper Or let my dirty clothes pile for longer If I killed a rabbit once in my fury Or let a helpless mouse drown while I watched If I ever said there was no God Or implied that I loved no one If I let the days pass by without learning And let the nights slip by without loving If I fucked life from the side and upside down In order to bring you that which you lost If I gave myself up to the lust of youth And in my excitement forgot to not be loose If I ate all fruit in its season And never remembered to bow to the tides of time If sometimes I lose my cool And act like a complete rabid skin bag of bones If if if if If I tell you all these secrets about me Then know my friend, that it is for you That I live this life that there isn't much left of.