Aurora's Poetomania

You You are one whose love makes all silent. You You are one that makes thoughts loud. You You are a song that never leaves the tongue Music that stays ringing... Till the Vals don't val much And the lovers don't find love. You You are a soul solid A thought sound silent A truth spoken, but mute A good in the midst of bad A val for all times. You Stretch beyond distance From silence to scream You are a gust of light A tight knot in the stomach You're a God A soul A thought A gust of love A sound From silence to scream. I love you.

I die in my bed From my father's cold kiss I die from the air And the sick pout of love I die and I walk...  alone Feet bare and clutching Tobias The lone street of the dead Welcomes me with glee Alone in the earth...  I Weep for the days lost And the  fright gained. I'm alone Daddy... DADDY! There's a witch under my bed But daddy doesn't come Tell that kid I'll cane her to sleep' If she doesn't go to bed I hear him say it And when later that night Tobias whispered in my ears I knew it was done The child in me fled Far away Damn you...  don't leave me here I yelled Then I went  after  her  I yanked her hair,  dug My nails dug into her neck Tighter Tighter Till  she was limp. It's been years since that night And the body still rots slowly But  Dead or alive She's mine I carry her with me The girl that was But the stink of death pervades the world Putrid scents masked with flowers Tobias is still i...

The cloud called The earth responded With a heart felt gratitude Stepping up for the soothing cold touch She didn't ask for much As she walked on her clutch Desperate for the starch You promised So days have gone Son of man They did say he was gone Relegated from sin It has been long We ain't no more strong Maybe I got it all wrong But the widows sing of a song A welded wire of husband that long They hope their own belong So she craves for his return The husband that was full of promise That gifted hand which did browse Through the many gentle souls The widows cry The orphans strife All in vain to have Nothing came not even in half Though time nears So the man preacher says As many walk in grace The death penalty to others They choose to embrace. Come to thee he calls But am an agent of redemption I hope to have you in contemplation Nothing much to mention HOPE TO THEE SOON HE COMETH. ®Peace ©by Ol-Ledama Mdigo

I'm not a bad person I swear I'm just a selfish person my rides through life ends in winterbottom But I know to hold my summer tight It's not true It's not false A yes is a nay A no, maybe a yes I'm a fiery eyed tigress Bloodthirsty and cranky But I'm not a bad person I swear I'm what we all should be Fiery, bold, proud and selfish.

So when i say, Out of a beautiful anger That this was not meant to be You think i talk of my sorrow So when i say With the zest of one bereaved That this world is so cruel You think i refer to death So when i say Because i lost my voice That my heart will stop someday You think i talk of love But when i say That with the speed of lightning And the lust of the furious Being fast is just one thing And being furious is another He lived for the madness He breathed for the beauty His gaze was filled with rubbie Of the rarest greyish blue Once, he raced the mortals Challenged them to a war One at a time Or a couple at a scene Now, he stands tall Challenging heaven's best racers Looking them in the eye I know he feels Whole again He refuses to be mortal He is racing to the border Wherever that may be..                                            ...

When the roads to Ibadan melt and flow, When in anticipation of fate, our faith gains momentum Splashes truth, cold hard truth across these hallowed lying stones When the sky shall retreat back to its place, and the vultures with it When the seas that claimed our paces are called to order Finally rebuked for making our feet wet When the ports of our minds are no longer raided By the bandits of human opinions, the thieves of time and their cousins; care Then my dear Then, you will be back in my arms And I in yours Then my friend Then. Our souls will soar together To the apex of good feelings, the height of old pleasures.

Will you mourn me when I'm gone? Will you hurt deep and cry a lot? Will you lose appetite and cry In thought Of the times we spent making plans for us? Will you stare at the stars and make a wish That it all be nothing but a dream Me being gone and you being hurt Will you wish for us to be together in our hut Will you wander around at night Weary and tired for lack of sleep Will you close your eyes and hold out your hand In wait of mine sneaking up your arm Will you mourn me when I'm gone If a shooting passes above your roof Will you remember the fault in our stars And pray that the star takes me a message Of the true way your heart bleeds Will you tell it tales long kept Secret. The things we did The havoc we wrought Will you, if nobody else, mourn me when I'm gone.

Time ticks. Slowly at first... put me at an eager stop Barely able to wait to grow Desperate for age Wanton for independence. Thus I have lived Thus I'm now dying I was eager to grow To I carried dolls when I was one I was desperate to cook So I mixed sand in a bowl as I waited to be called for dinner I was desperate to be grown up To be married And now I just want to go back It draws nigh everyday That place that I was eager to go And now I step back in horror As I'm forced to see my destination from here I wanted to grow I got my wish And now i desperately need to stop growing I used to love life I used to love love I used to love babies I used to want to be responsible But now I just wanna be a child again Play in the sand and not feel guilty I just wish to not know I just wish to not care I'm growing up Slowly but surely, I'm dying too I feel life seep out of me as it seeps in I feel the draw into the world of adults The world ...

The last time I loved was yesterday The next time I'll love is right now Life seems to have a penchant for disgrace Death seems to know only the bows Bows and spears escort me from cupid's gates today And my dance of puberty ends in a daze The last time I fought was yesterday The next time I'll bleed is today The place I danced was in the square With bare shoulders and bobbing breasts As my hips sway in the darkness and I felt the sweat flow west The spring of my steps call to winter And the sounds of my voice begs spring That last time I felt the pulse again As the earth breathed into me The last time my consciousness opened to you Was that day when it rained in the zoo As we made love in the thick mud And the spirits roamed the pool The last time I felt love was yesterday The same day that you left Never to return to my arms again As the gods have maybe said! Maybe to return to my arms again As the fates have clearly said

I'm going back to the time when your lying was truth to me... I've always been a slave to this passion I find myself struggling within the confines Of devastation that is really love Of destruction that feels like passion I can feel the star's falling off the plane's of reality I can feel myself dying more in my illusions I know it's not good but I can't help it My soul dies with your last gift to me My heart cries out for this single deed Of help that only you can give.

This is a slumber deeper than sleep Past the gates of life but not quite dead Where the sleep is just so deep to be relaxed But not so deep not to cry out in pain This is a place darker than a grave Where the fear of the unknown kills The little hope that glimmers from the known This place where the sky is just grey enough to instil fear But not such that I die of it This is a time that is colder than ice Clogging my veins and freezing my blood This is the split second between being saved and being left In a pool of ice cold blood, on your own This is that drink that burns your throat Either forced down or downed This is that meal that bites your anus As it comes out as not excrement at all But the same as you ate it To prove to you that nothing has changed And till the last of your coward tears drop Nothing ever will.

despite proclaimations of ferocious adherence, do you still dare doubt my manifestation of desperate affection? Despite the countless beautiful atrocities comitted by me, in a fit of despondent hilarity targeted at making you feel ecstatic do you still wonder who the recipient of my ditty is? Shame on the dame that looks to tame a subservient little tame that lives out of her merlot jar and on her flimsy oats and like a jewish undertaker, should take a mikvah.

My husband Sumonu came home today He came bearing the usual gifts I don't know if I'm to thank Allah Or to rain curses on my destiny He looked around at the thatch door Glared like a dumb lost sheep Be pointed at little sheri on the tattered mat "Whose child is that chit" he said "Whose house do you see her" I asked My husband thinks hard for a while "I think this house is mine" he said Gulping down sputtum and saliva without shame I bow my head in regret and shame And watched as my husband Sumonu moved without gait Towards a scared and scarred me as we made our second unknown chitlun I wept bitter juice out of my blood shot eyes In a few thrusts it would be over" I mussed Even though I knew it would be another nine months of quiet pain And rains of curses on my husband. Sumonu.

Under these brown rusted roofs Children play with toes like hoofs They sing of the devils hoods And dance at the food mom cook Under the huts of thatched age I stand with my back to the gates I hear the sounds! Loud and guaged Of this fountain springing, I wanna have a taste. Right here under these brown rusted roofs Adunni o ba duro na, say hoot Tap your finger against your lips at the ganihols Let my feetsteps never fade from the sandy rustic wools.

When on these chilly silent nights my heart holds still D sounds of distant barking dogs of past passions Lay to rest the last of the wreaths of fates D gates of heaven finally leading to d pits of hell When d last hair of my shadow falls And my eyes droop finally in trust of summer As my soul eagerly awaits d beauty of spring D only assurance of life is d thought of you Come home soon my love To dis place where the earth is warm Where the love is true

Does earth have a filter? Or a system of choosing Doesit think before a litter Or just sanctions every beginning Does it prejudge anyone Or dispose any for perjury Do the stakes rise even higher Farther into the nothing clouds? Is there a spec0ial place for thieves of bread In the supposed furnace of hell? Is therea VIP place For the decendants of cain? Is there a defence fit for judas Or will he be hung again Do i have to let this thoughts go For fear of being judged for judging?

It draws nigh my eyes again The first tears. The very first As I watch the falcon move, gingerly As I watched it's courage, despite the tree branch caught in one wing She held it together She held it tight From her, I got courage after my first failure She hopped when she could She hoped all The time A bird like her would on many times Move me to pity, but not this one She inspired in me respect And a dedication to achieve all that I can When one day, I summoned courage and asked her name After many times of failed need to know I gave the highway a big kiss It wasn't Good-bye Anthonia It was a Hello that will stay It was a silent acknowledgement of your rareness And as today marks another day A remembrance of the day falcon chirped I salute your creator And for the first time... I associate publicly With the greatness that is in you The greatness that is you. Happy birthday. Anthonia

The last day of fasting came... came And went... I gathered my faithfulness about me, with Hopes, dreams and aspiration for answered prayers. The son of cahlen visited me, bearing gifts Gifts that brought back thoughts of lost Gods. Didn't we think once that God was in the ground? Well, we Dug and found no God. Then we Thought, maybe the bushes But we searched, and the shrubbery mocked us So we figured maybe the mountains house God, For days we. Climbed! For years we panted But We say god not And then we flew, soaring high and getting lost In the terrains and hills of the sky But silently, the sky mocked us With every flap of our vain wings. Now we are back to earth, and still searching We plummeted from the heights that our vanity climbed Straight down into a pit of consciousness That God is not in any place we know Not in the trees nor in the snow Not in the fog that sleeps down the slope Not in the waters, not in space But in every single breath And ever...

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.

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.