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...........