DOOR TO DOORS

DOOR TO DOORS

The lingering question

lingers on.

Fingers flipping through

the encyclopedia, glue

my eyes on Wikipedia

trying to figure out why we are here.

Door lead to doors

lost in the days of Tudors

The era of Renaissance

Jahiliyyah, the period of ignorance.

Took a dive into Euphrates

swimming back in time to save Socrates

interrogating Aristotle and Plato

my astral plane froze in Pluto,

clinging onto Oduduwa's chain,

Time ticking, the hour glass drains,

anticipating utopia,

I awoke in Ethiopia.

Seeking keys to unlock 

mysteries from Darwin or John Locke,

inside the mountain I snuck up on Mohammed,

Jihadist strive to have me beheaded.

For undiluted answers

I questioned st Aquinas

his Revelation was the Genesis

of my unending mental crisis.

Banging on the doors

of Christ their Lord Jesus

to quench my thirsty for eternity

and be fed at Galilee

I waiver for the fear of hell

if ultimately I fell

into Buddah's temple to visit Guru Maharaji

maybe his promulgation might come in handy.

Confused on who to follow

Zeus, Prometheus or Apollo?

Resisting the cave in

found myself in the caves in 

which Egyptian mummies laugh

my tummy starve

Curiosity is hunger, 

curiosity is cancer,

we'll all die without

figuring nothing out.

THE FLOP! :)

THE FLOP ! :)

Embedded in wisdom,

a slave to freedom.

Adorns a crown of nonchalance

as he leaves everything to chance.

Irrelevancies his priority,

handles necessities with frivolity.

Once a bright star twinkling

before twilight already dwindling.

Slumbered and slumped

whimpered as he is dumped,

submerged below sea level.

Depression cuddles,

saddened to the marrow

drowns his sorrow 

in a pool full of liquor

as peers no longer view him as equal.

THE BRIDE IN BLACK II

THE BRIDE IN BLACK II



Half way around the world,
he disappeared with her wealth
without a word
to anyone, in a freight
with his coveted mistress.
Basking in affluence
his bride in distress
she mourned in silence
the demise of her blossomed hibiscus.
She cried a waterfall
with no one to discus
but the empty wall
of her desolate mansion.
Not even time could heal
her wreaked emotions
Years on she reels still,
Her bags of mystery 
she  carries around with an Axe
till the point of insanity.
"Have you seen Clayton" she asks
round the world she searched
for two deacades
in sorrow her mind drenched.
Her body is a pile of wreckage
Smile replaced with frown
still donning her once white as snow
but now black gown
everywhere she goes.

THE BRIDE IN BLACK I

THE BRIDE IN BLACK I


Several months
they sailed in courtship,
satisfying all his wants,
her property to his trusteeship.
Smooth sailing,
on the ocean of passion 
both peacefully coexisting
in her forty bedroom mansion,
as they planned 
to walk down the isle.
Night and day he showered 
her with roses and phony smile.
So carried away
she was, never thought 
she would be standing alone at the subway.
Two diamond rings she bought.
On her hen night,
she partied like it was her last
on tomorrow she had her sight
set, it couldn't come any fast.
Overly dressed for the occasion,
she headed for the shocker
her groom had other intentions
he left her standing at the alter.  

THE NEXT EPISODE

THE NEXT EPISODE

Pages flip,

rage drips,

the rib cages

uncontrollable heart beat. Stages 

set for the next episode.

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

The rat so smart,

neglects the Monkey's stat.

Phony smiles from the Reaper

as the interloper
continues to enjoy his stay,

calm holds sway.

Like the sea snakes's motion

at the bottom of the ocean,

watching, waiting

for the right timing. 

The drama yet to unfold

soon to be told

by this pen

then, the interloper's carcass in the lion's den.

THE INTERLOPER

THE INTERLOPER

Creeping,

as a mouse reaching 

for cheese. Like a leech

carving a niche.

The Reaper is still

the flying monkey is not ill,

sits back and watches 

as the bitch bleaches.

He is not blind,

but has his mind 

set like the sun to the west,

nothing will perturb his rest.

The snitch creeps deeper,

the bitch falls over,

ashamed of their shit,

they hide under the sheet,

and make out in secret.

Right under the Reaper's nose

till the wind blows. 

MY MOON DOOR

                     MY MOON DOOR

Here in my Eyrie

several thousands feet above the valley,

the wind whispers loud

up in the clouds.

As men fly,

wail, weep and cry.

My fortress in times of distress

their misery brings me happiness 

as I watch bodies float,

hysterically I gloat.

Wide enough to accommodate 

your discrepancies, tolerate 

all forms of stupidity and melancholy

warmly embrace all absurdity.

Scallywags, interlopers and whores

welcome to my moon door.

GEDEON !!!

GEDEON !!!

War of the worlds,

at war with the gods

for we are Outlaws

at war with the Laws

divine, eternal or Man-made.

Here comes the crusade.

Unlike the Jihad,

no one has to die

for we are all infidels.

Sound the horn

for the crusade has began.

The resistance has come,

the eclipse of the sun.

This is the Armageddon,

call me GEDEON!!!

for I lead the faceless battalion,

marching towards these walls barricading

minds from critical thinking. 

JOSEPH

JOSEPH

I am the sun, 

brightest I shone 

amidst the constellation,

the confluence of opinions,

the messenger with the crown of thorns.

The storm 

headed for myopic norms,

the sunny rays from

shadowed blinds

and shackled minds.

I am Damilola Durojaiye

the statue of those afraid to stay.

I am not seeking veneration,

but to be heard by future generations.

I am not a believer,

I am Joseph the dreamer, 

the voice of the mumbling crowd

scared to shout their thoughts loud.

CRINGES

CRINGES


Caved in this tomb,
dim, faint and gloom
as darkness illuminates the room
these taunting shadows evoke,
I crack as a yolk.
Transmogrified into moscow,
it begins to snow in my soul,
drenched to my sole,
drowning, sinking, shivering
frozen and cringing
the vanity of life is bewildering.
Pierced and punctured
yet inflated by mental torture.
Memories flash as I picture 
you from the past,
this hurt will forever last.
Thoughts of you,
fresh as the morning dew.
Glancing through your portraits in the frame
the world has lost a beautiful dame.
Peeping from the window
wishing you'd smile back from the rainbow,
staring back  right into my eyes
nothing but the blue skies.

Now you are free,
soon it will be me
joining you in oblivion,
the peaceful dominion.
                                 


                                                     In Loving Memory
                                                       DEBOLA OJENIYI
                                                         1989-2013
                                                            

DECIMATION

DECIMATION

Evolution was the genesis,

immortality the nemesis.

Biblical tales in apocryphal,

centuries on, the mysteries wouldn't decipher

till minds debilitate

still undecided our fate.

The unending race,

tickling down are the days

as scavengers wait

on fresh flesh from bones to decapitate. 

These lines more honest than the gospel

aired on the minimum of decibels,

causing ripples in the blood stream

as we live life to the brim

body crave rest in a tomb.

Inevitability is not doom,

inevitability is decimation,

as the journey continues into an unknown destination...........

JAW ON PALMS (الثورة)

JAW ON PALMS  (الثورة)

Jaw on palms,

as the raging storms

disturbs not my calm

mindless where its from.

North-East or South-South,

my pen cried out,

you all ignored my shout

so I shut my mouth.

Watching the avalanche

from a distance,

knowing we stand no chance.

Too late for repentance.

Here comes the torpedo,

here comes the volcano,

whirl winds and tornado,

wiping off the rainbow.

The conversio is here,

the epananstassi is near,

the breathe of fresh air,

no one shall be speared.

even the deaf shall hear

the dead shall feel

as the decietful reel

and the decieved heal

This  الثورة  is real.

THIS IS FOR

THIS IS FOR

This is for the wisdom lovers
and budding philosophers,
who do nothing but seek
for answers to theories opaque and bleak.
For the offsprings of eve
who are of the truth naive.
Hunting from door to door,
fishing out theoretical flaws.
The minority like minds
who refuse to remain blind
valiantly declining to conform
to obsolete and frivolous norms.
Wallowing in ignorance for no one knows
those who postulated these ethos,
yet sheepishly we follow.

Call us rebels of society,
calls us soldiers of reality
as we seek to liberate,
rejuvenate and emancipate
the lost and depressed
the crushed and oppressed 
the weak and suppressed 
the feeble and meek
the skeptics and agnostics.

Though few and marginalized
our objectives shall materialize
and make the world realize.

HADES BOUND

HADES BOUND

Popping morphine
because truth hurts, as nothing
can save me.
This is inevitability.

Reality is dawn,
obvious as the sun.
The rays come onwards,
I wake up looking eastwards.

What a cold world we live in,
no matter what season,
hypothermia is chilling.
Tremors and shivers
no fear, no fever
nothing kills faster.


This spherical surface
we grace with grace,
is soon to be transformed into a tomb.
There is enough rough room
for everyone's doom.
The direct opposite of my mother's womb.

THE AFTERMATH

THE AFTERMATH

Silence sniffing 
through the alley, deafening
as a deserted valley.
Souvenir as lifeless bodies,
swimming in a pool of blood
thick as mud.
Brains pour forth from skull,
something they all 
have in common.
Fresh widows mourn,
tonight orphans were made,
as fathers kissed the blade
of blunt thirsty axe.
Fleeing faceless black mask,
the task was done,
as families wept till dawn.

ALL SHALL FALL

ALL SHALL FALL

Vain,

The whole world to gain,

achievements higher than mountains,

wealth dripping as the rain,

soon to be washed down the drain.

The wisest of brain,

the sexiest of dame,

the trendiest of game,

the highest of aim,

the brightest of fame

even the wealthiest of name,

to count for nothing,

when inevitability comes knocking

when time comes ticking

be you ready or stuttering

The glorious call 

awaits all, no one shall

be exempted, for all shall fall.

SUCCUBUS

SUCCUBUS

In the dead of nights,

creeping beneath sights,

destination was my lonely bed.

My shoulder, pillow to her head.

On my ticklish nipples

softly she nibbles,

tricks with her tongue,

nothing ever felt so wrong.

Moans, groans

and late night sensual tones.

Eyes closed as I fantasize,

Leilani Leeanne and I on the edge of  paradise.

Gliding on the milky way,

sliding through the dark ray

into an oasis of guilty pleasure

with this sexually possessed creature.

Events unfolding free flowing express 

activities this pen dare not express

Till the climax after suspense 

letting off all my defenses

before coming to my senses.

Open up my eyes and there's no one,

looking around and she's all gone.

BLACK POETRY vol. 2

BLACK POETRY VOL2

Funny aint it? 

The motherland

 and

 the cradle of civilization

 endured years of colonization 

before it attained a level of modernization.

 Pour me some scotch, 

even God watched

 as my ancestors were lynched and torched. 

Those who stood their ground

 had their foot chopped off and bound.

 R.I.P KINTA KUNTE,

 R.I.P MARCUS GARVEY. 

Racism is still alive today

 Brothers from distant clan,

 The Klu Klux Klan 

still striving to conquer

 the black panther.

 A prophecy paved the way

 for the self realization of today 

as the dreams of Dr Martin Luther 

manifested in Barack Obama.

BENEATH THE SHADES OF MORASS

BENEATH THE SHADES OF MORASS

Journeying in austerity,
toiling in vanity,
morrow's dawn of uncertainty.
For the oceans burn,
the planet turns
and the moon shades the sun.
Beneath the shadows I hide,
laid to rest my pride,
as I embrace fate like my bride,
just maybe if I show some loyalty,
she might come to empathy
for I am wretchedly filthy
and deserve no sympathy.
Passionately I kiss her
married we are, together
for all eternity
in this unholy matrimony,,,,,,,

FOOTPRINTS

FOOTPRINTS

Walking the path

of greatness unshod. Fat

blooming thorns caressing,

scornful stares spiking.

Your nights, my days

overly flawed my ways.

Paw-prints on scrolls

as ink from pen flows,

filling the lacuna of the blind

permanent impression left on their minds,

like Buzz Aldrin on the moon.

Your time shall be done soon,

what shall you be known for?

This is what I have to show for.

Future generations tracing my track ways,

timeline in gold, brass or clay?

Deeds of our prime,

etched on the sands of time.

APOCALYPSE.....

APOCALYPSE.....

The meek waiver,

the weak wither,

The ruthless thrive, the ruthless conquer.

As we enter,

edging closer to the final hour,

I and I standing on the Eiffel tower,

looking down on the Pyramid of Egypt,

with the chosen 144 brothers from distant clan deemed fit,

pushing beyond boarders, pushing beyond limits.

Clenched fists thrust in the air,

marching towards Armageddon without despair,

DEATH TO LIFE, DEATH TO FEAR!!!

DEATH TO THE SYSTEM OF THINGS!!!

ALL BLACK EVERYTHING!!!

NO SKIN ! NO SEX !! NO SIN !!!

NO HOLY BOOKS! NO PREACHERS!!

NO SAINTS ! NO SINNERS !!

NO SLAVES ! NO MASTERS!!

NO MERCHANTS ! NO PEASANTS!!

NO GOVERNMENTS ! NO SUBJECTS !!

The soil wet with our blood and sweat,

as we march to our death

with no iota of regret.

  

 

 

CASTOR AND POLLUX

CASTOR AND POLLUX

Unlike poles,
two estranged souls
residing in one body,
bound together for all eternity
in an unholy matrimony.
War of the worlds,
conflicting words,
distorted thoughts,
fervently they fought,
harmonizing only on the 14th of June
torn apart so soon.
Chapters of too many sins,
two contrasting beings
merged in isolation.
His compulsive obsession, 
his convulsive addiction.
Lust of lots
Lost in lust.
Resisting all he could,
an epitome of good
in a very bad way,
totally gone astray.
The zeal to do evil,  
the demon and the angel.
His body is a confluence
negative meets positive influence,
bi-polar mind going crazy
battling for sovereignty.

PREVIOUSLY

PREVIOUSLY

Unconventional memories

like leaves falling off trees.

Distorted thoughts

maybe, I forgot

somehow I am lost.

Chronic amnesia?  but for sure

I have been through this shore

in a not too distant past,

I once walked this path.

Lightening flashes,

again the pictures crashes,

weakened frame

of mind, I still cant remember my name.

Familiar scenes and faces even you.

This must be deja vu....

On a podium like a revolutionist, 

a respected philanthropist and humanist,

noble man, free of evil deeds

surely did no weed.

Spread love to all

including alcohol.

The hall of fame

engraved my name.

A renowned 17th century visionary

soul rebel not in the military.

Betrayed to my untimely death

robbed of my life in a stealth

but I wasn't done with my mission yet,

I wouldn't succumb to death,

my wondering spirit wouldn't rest in no tomb

so I strolled into Maria's womb

in 1990 14th of June

another miracle not Jesus

I did not return to save us,

but to fulfill my purpose solely. 

rejuvenated in this new body .

They took my life but not my legacy

all these I remember previously,,,,,

REDS AND BLUES

REDS AND BLUES

Overly depressed,

body, mind soul stressed,

the undermining effects of being anonymous,

inconsequentially he is unknown to us.

Overwhelming, the price of fame,

the crowd chanting her name.

A companion to relieve mind

off stress, but blind 

to its inverse effects

caution, warning, neglect.

Plunged into an ocean of addiction,

Pills and Potions.

Caged by freedom,

none with wisdom

could not possibly foresee

the untimely demise of Brenda Fassie,

a little overdose on cocaine

and go Kurt Cobain

as Marylin Monroe

woke up in her grave tomorrow

heart broken as tears drop from us

for there is no rehab for a corpse......

THE SAMURAI

THE SAMURAI

Conscripted into this psychological warfare,
strolling through without fear,
armed with my mind and pen,
wadding off marks men.

From time immemorial,
christening to funeral,
the truth eludes mankind.
Visionaries go blind,
missionaries without compass
spreading factual farce.
At the end of the puzzle, the eyesore
nothing but another jigsaw.
Wallowing in uncertainty,
all confused, laity
and clergy, philosophers
postulators. Propounders, 
sold us tales without receipt.
Mastery of deceit,
like archery, archers shooting
arrows of deceit, deceiving,
but my mind is a shield, words
and ideas form, my pen is a blazing sword
sanitizing the world
off polluted ancient ideologies hurled.
Like a shock therapy 
dislodging cacophony.
Set patterns of thoughts the society permits,
I vehemently resist,
till the day I die,
pledge to remain a Samurai.

FADED

                                               

                                    FADED

Driplets,

trickles of breathe

at civil twilight, yet

the moon betrays sunset.

Flames devours candle,

illumination dwindles,

the triangle fizzles

as oblivion becomes visible.

Left for dead again,

as life drains

faster than neutrino speed

for immortality is greed.

Epoch extincting pass,

watching the hour glass,

grass to grey,

brass to clay.

String of tomorrow

hanging on death-row.

The wind blows off etched names

on the sands of time, fame,

glory, fortune and dame.

gliding on memory lane.

terminus for the system of thing

excluding probably the phoenix.

DEATH ROW

DEATH ROW

Parturition, delivered.

Awoken bewildered,

memories withered.

The invisible monarchy, 

condemned us all to this penitentiary.

Trapped in time,

ignorant of what crime,

taped to mime

to the tunes of chance,

as uncertainty takes it stance.

*deep sigh*

Life, walking through this mine field,

Strife, keeping the mind filled,

Fife, playing leaves the soul thrilled.

Despite this respite,

darkness yet shines so bright.

Empty as a hollow, 

gazing at the gallows,

Earth is  Death Row,

we all are not promised tomorrow.

immortality is inevitability,

no intellectual capability

has defiled this ultimate eventuality.

LORD OF SILENCE

LORD OF SILENCE

*bell dings!!*

Deafening echoes of silence,

peace rules as no violence 

rumbles this tunnel,

just the dings of the bell.

Dark the firmaments

all day in this continent

though the cloudy skies bring no rains

for there are no grains 

to be watered

as those that thirsted and hungered

are eternally comforted,

are eternally contented.

*bell dings!!*

Kneel before the Lord of silence,

mesmeric his filthy essence,

all shiver at the feel of his cold

grip, young and old

the timid, fearless even the bold

kiss the ring of the soul snatcher.

Embrace the grim reaper

and be free forever.

SHACKLES

SHACKLES

Born servitude

the black race.

White demons with all the ace.

Burdens of magnitude

weigh on the descendants of Cush.

Flesh in pains,

minds in chains,

Jah bless the Kush.

Thirsty in the Atlantic,

 shivering in the Sahara,

like warmth in Alaska.

Suffering a midst gigantic

affluence. Eyes wide shut

to the truth,

buried to the root,

whoever speaks is shot.

Roll up the blinds,

liberate thoughts from manacles 

cast off those psychological shackles.

Emancipate opaque minds

with the swinging Axe of freedom.

Servitude stings,

we are kings,

and Africa is our kingdom.

VERTIGO

VERTIGO

Fazed at this crossroad,

weighed down by a truck load 

of worries and wary.

Burdened by my bags of mystery.

This futile mortal journey,

from cradle to grave,

to vanity we are enslaved,

psychological shackles

and torturous manacle.

Trapped in this asylum,

the lingering question,

where did we all emerge from?

Shut the Venetian blinds

to my soul, my mind

seeing through the dark

as ideas lit a spark.

Faced with the stark 

of reality. The crack 

of  dawn at sunrise,

I rise to soliloquize.

Looking back, taking a peek,

not even close to my peak.

I just flew over the moon

might hit my pinnacle soon,

Nostalgia and panic,

skull numb unable to think.

swerving to this vertigo

breezing with the wind flow

uncertain what the future holds.

SATELLITES

SATELLITES

In my castle on the clouds,

alone a midst the crowds

wide awake dreaming,

dusk till morning.

The planet keeps spinning.

Lens fixated on the stars,

thoughts lost in mars,

wandering, wondering,

existing gets boring,

ambition keeps me moving.

Maybe dreams come true,

that I can't assure you.

Life blends joy with sorrow,

nights brings no rainbow,

skies might be sunny tomorrow.

Stay wishing on the satellites,

listen to the tales by moon light,

fairies might tend to your plight,

paradise is but a fantasy,

hell is reality.

SOLITARY WONDERER

    SOLITARY WONDERER

One score and four

years, been on this tour.

Wondering till mind sore

eyes wide shut, star

gazing till optical nerves tore.

Flooding questions pour

forth, rhetorical answers sought for,

door leading to further doors.

Nature's works left me awe.

*Deep Sigh*

So a cosmic blast bore

rhinoceros, dragons and dinosaurs?

Evolution dispatches any creator.

We all have a common ancestor.

Gravity failed to pull the earth's core

as nowt suspends its floor.

Neither bright nights nor

dark days eyes never saw

through the Bermuda. War

of the worlds, theoretical flaws.

The earth was flat before

its spherical shape restore.

Curiosity's claw

keeps me mining like iron ore

determined to request more

solutions to this puzzling puzzle. Unsure

if my mayflower will reach its seashore.

BALLAD OF THE DEAF

             BALLAD OF THE DEAF

Married to the pen,

bleeding on sacred scrolls, 

as priceless ink flow.

On the boulevard of confusion i stroll,

watching heads roll,

welcome to the lions' den.

The world is an asylum,

clerics and evangelists

robed up as therapists,

we run to our chemists

as they refill eardrums

with same old fallacies.

What is the weather 

in hell at winter?

no one questions the maker,

only but a fool's fantasy.

Yet, curiosity chewing me up 

we all need something to believe in

no theory is relieving

as it all seems deceiving.

My skeptic cloak I drop,

and make this realm my solemn haven.

Certified out cast of heaven,

expecting no raven

from the sky hurled

to quell this hunger

for undiluted wisdom.

Unlike the prophet  Elijah 

when my time is done,

in headed for oblivion

the state of perfection,

with the fairies and elf,

the winds holding sway,

dark nights all day,

listening to the bagpipes play

the ballad of the deaf.