Damaged Control

I asked for a piece of mind

You give trouble

Finding faults on every part of me

Crisis leading to full blown battles

Is this any semblance of love?

Or devil lust?

I seek peace

You give blood

Pain equalizing the suffering

All these you give freely

Leaving me dry to the bones

Empty without an outlet

Garden ridden with thorns

My skin stuck, red dripping

My hunger never filled

Rumblings and enzyme ruptures

You promised bliss

All I see is turbulence

Freedom, blocked by denial

That leap refusing my feet

My legs week from trekking

Roundabouts, circulating

Heart pumping out loud

Mind docile,

I sense mouse

Instincts missing

Will lacking

Energy depleted

Air snuffed

All I have is:

the curse and gift of loving

Both penned down onto my soul

Livvin

Around the city

The noise of celebration

Looting! some call it

I don’t care

We’re here

Standing on bricks

We’re here

Concocting smoke bombs

Dazy sights, throat coughed up

We are here

focused

fighting

restless

through the confusion

of this new age:

pilling old constricted adages

down, on and over our souls

Beyond skin

Finding love in different eras

To be free from the within

Finally after so long

Yeah! at night like this

The moon runs into hiding

The wind, effortlessly brave

Soothing with ambition

finds the well: infinite

And the Youth will drink

To forge a new voice

bringing all out from extinction

Thin Line

In the high of the highest

I want every part of you

The sweetness, I can’t describe

Every curve, the smallest details

the appendix relocation, no pain

Moments I hold

Yet the trigger goes off

One day, the return

History revives

The hurt, blemishes

Now revealed

By spots once hidden

Knowing it was coming

A hurricane sweeping through

Now the eyes clears

Water washing the delirium

I guess, I deserved the madness

Sweet and dangerous,

a wounded love can be

Inside Our Love

Cake present, I received

I dipped first, hand full

Velvet taste, wine feeling

Plunge, a message full of liquid

Separation, a meal full

eaten to the point

her eyes completing the act

asking for continuation

Sing my language

letters and stars twisting

Following every interval with morning dew

All set, back and forth

The long trip we start

the end, many routes

——-

We give our all to the one

Every angle, shadows never lurking

We share the good and bad

the rights, the after kiss

Warm from the brimstone

On and off

We continue our ride,

engage the initial gear

Of love and fever

When the temperature rises

We sing high

and jump in motion

never stalling

full on collision

Nobody else we can share

Only

ourselves to the full

Fathers of the Beautyful Ones

Easy to find the bad in people

Harder to point a good spot in the dirt

The land rummaged with vile and hurt

Misunderstanding turning into battle wounds

Mistakes forgotten

Forgiveness never asked

Hoping for acceptance

Souls all caught in a web

Spiral, when we dance

In a bottle, Gulliver’s romance

Sun color, fake blinding

Tell me more

These walls do speak

Of my history

Of Badagry

Right from the ledge

into wooden moving houses

See!

the cleaner spots

I refused

Easier to continue

Hence, I’ll stop

In the tradition of forever

I seek and keep on

Black skin under the catacombs

Souls buried within encrusted diamonds

On foreign fingers and border necks

To further and protect?

Maybe! Until the day comes

when the beautiful ones are finally born

In Case You Forgot

The makings of a supreme

Equals extreme conditioning

Empowered and confident

Black boy

Like a tug of war

Your face, snatched

Your pain, drank

Your death, sang

Your glow, rinsed

Extreme resilience, I must say

Micro waved out from the gutters

Envisioned

Predicted,

like the messiah

You are the clock

that keeps all ticking

You are the currency

that pulsates the market

From the turn of the southern belt

To the western lagoon of Lasgidi

You are the sun

From you, life exists