If I could believe you,
I would,
But your words are so not real
The wind steals them from your lips
If I could forget you,
I would,
'Cause your smiles are so not real
They would melt under the snow
If I could end this love,
I would,
'Cause its weight is so not real
A feather, the weight of
Thor's hammer
Or maybe I won't, maybe
I'll stay,
You are my onion
Our love in my tears
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Friday 16 October 2015
Warring House
War in the house,
peace is on her heels,
best friends now enemies;
the ever changing world
One moment they are holding hands,
next second, they eat the beef,
tolerance is the key-they can't pick the lock
It's not all about the smiling masks,
smiles disappear, scars don't;
the scars, a seal of true friendship
So stop staring at the scars, a
glance at all is poison;
let the sleeping dogs lie, let
the evil thoughts die
Rain
The rain is a friend
that comes from above
sometimes we pick a fight
it is our wont;
she beats me, whips me
makes me feel dumb
What friendship is this?
What slavery is this?
Rain, rain
the daughter of nature,
come apologise
to the daughters of men,
don't stop
releasing you goodness
just halt
at the point of our weakness
I will take orders from you no more,
absolutism in friendship I refuse,
for years i was tricked; millennia
of grief
our friendship has made me
a man of troubles
This is man versus nature,
our presumed friendship now sour,
thank the heavens my eyes were opened,
thank the heavens i listened to the flowers
Dear rain of the twenty-first century, I
have taken off the garment of worship; the
daughters of men refuse to be controlled;
we detest curfews from friendships so-called
-Olawale Ibiyemi
My Sun
The Sun, my Sun is a lovely masterpiece; a
creation of the Absolute Being,
work of art brought to life
My Sun, my God, the Prince of Peace
who for my sins turned into a being
to be substituted for many lives
The sun, my LORD left all His glory, and
took a trip to His footstool in
obedience to the Father of all spirits
My Sun, my Sun, my hope of glory
let your rays of love shower us with truth, a
light to guide our paths everyday
creation of the Absolute Being,
work of art brought to life
My Sun, my God, the Prince of Peace
who for my sins turned into a being
to be substituted for many lives
The sun, my LORD left all His glory, and
took a trip to His footstool in
obedience to the Father of all spirits
My Sun, my Sun, my hope of glory
let your rays of love shower us with truth, a
light to guide our paths everyday
Purpose
The fuel that keeps the fire burning;
the fire of zeal, the fire of hope
The fuel that keeps a man going;
giving his all, just for the goal
can be produced only through the heart-
the heart that pants for victory
Though life be filled with obstacles;
some real, many imagined
we still can spread our tentacles;
avoiding obstacles through purpose duly imagined
The power of the mind is in its usage;
a power to be harnessed in birthing fulfilment
Truly we all run a race, whether
we will it or not
time determines our pace, with
an innate desire to hunt,
only some go hunting in the city, and
meet death before the game
while some go hunting in the wild, and
meet death after their aim
Purpose is that fuel,
Purpose is that which is imagined,
Purpose is the game,
The game of fulfilment
-Olawale Ibiyemi
the fire of zeal, the fire of hope
The fuel that keeps a man going;
giving his all, just for the goal
can be produced only through the heart-
the heart that pants for victory
Though life be filled with obstacles;
some real, many imagined
we still can spread our tentacles;
avoiding obstacles through purpose duly imagined
The power of the mind is in its usage;
a power to be harnessed in birthing fulfilment
Truly we all run a race, whether
we will it or not
time determines our pace, with
an innate desire to hunt,
only some go hunting in the city, and
meet death before the game
while some go hunting in the wild, and
meet death after their aim
Purpose is that fuel,
Purpose is that which is imagined,
Purpose is the game,
The game of fulfilment
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Flames of Passion
There's a twinkle in the skies, not
the sun, the moon or the stars
It's that glimmer in your eyes; the
flames of passion that keep me alive
-Olawale Ibiyemi
the sun, the moon or the stars
It's that glimmer in your eyes; the
flames of passion that keep me alive
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Fall
The thick forest of air scares you
The ground you think is too far
But I say, "fall", I say;
"Jump"
The rushing air, the engulfing sounds,
The tickling breeze upon your face,
But I say, "jump", I say,
"fall"
Swim through the oceans of reality,
Let's cut through the water of illusions
so i say, "fall", I say,
"jump"
You may grow wings and you may not,
that to me, is not mine to know,
that which i seek is that you
fall in love;
fall from the skies, let
me the catching, hold
on to nothing; I'll
be your hope
Just jump, just let go, just jump
Just fall
-Olawale Ibiyemi
The ground you think is too far
But I say, "fall", I say;
"Jump"
The rushing air, the engulfing sounds,
The tickling breeze upon your face,
But I say, "jump", I say,
"fall"
Swim through the oceans of reality,
Let's cut through the water of illusions
so i say, "fall", I say,
"jump"
You may grow wings and you may not,
that to me, is not mine to know,
that which i seek is that you
fall in love;
fall from the skies, let
me the catching, hold
on to nothing; I'll
be your hope
Just jump, just let go, just jump
Just fall
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Tamed
My ambidextrous heart, jack
of all trades
wants mastery of your face
sees forever in your gaze,
my monstrous mind, virtual
Frankenstein
tamed by your perfect flaws
will love you till the Reaper knocks,
hold you till my breath stops
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Who stole the moon?
Who stole the moon?
Is it the sun
With her glower,
Or the clouds
In their envy?
Who stole the moon?
Is it the shadow
Of our hearts; the
Eclipsing of eternity?
I found the moon, it
Was hiding in
Your eyes,
Mirroring my sunlit heart
I found the moon, it
Was hiding from
the night,
That we might
read our love in the stars
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Is it the sun
With her glower,
Or the clouds
In their envy?
Who stole the moon?
Is it the shadow
Of our hearts; the
Eclipsing of eternity?
I found the moon, it
Was hiding in
Your eyes,
Mirroring my sunlit heart
I found the moon, it
Was hiding from
the night,
That we might
read our love in the stars
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Sweet Smelling Grim
The turning clock,
Dangling pendulum,
Revolving earth,
Burning sun;
Time has cast her spell on me
The luminescent skies,
Frozen memories,
Apathetic smiles,
Melancholic songs
Have stolen from me, the
Eye of the storm
I am a bubble, you
are a pin, you
are my bane, my
Sweet smelling grim
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Dangling pendulum,
Revolving earth,
Burning sun;
Time has cast her spell on me
The luminescent skies,
Frozen memories,
Apathetic smiles,
Melancholic songs
Have stolen from me, the
Eye of the storm
I am a bubble, you
are a pin, you
are my bane, my
Sweet smelling grim
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Cold Whispers
The Light of love need
illuminate us all
The scent of happiness passes
away like the wind
The eyes have seen but have seen not real
The thought of life; a dead man's wish
Dear heart,
That you may ache no more
That you may worry no more
Love no more
Dear heart,
That you may live so long
That you may live so strong
Trust no one
We have seen the works of men
The pillars of hate; the shadows of death
We have dwelt in the centre of life
But in the back; stabbed a million times
Dark pointed edges of hate;
Deep in our souls
Deep in our minds
Why leave the key of our souls
To the princess of grim?
Our light she made dim
Why fall into the abyss of love;
The cold breath of death
The mad rush of blood?
We have received a mandate from the
soul;
Love no more, trust no one
The twinkles of the stars have echoed
these words;
Love is a myth; a fable for hatchlings
- Olawale Ibiyemi
illuminate us all
The scent of happiness passes
away like the wind
The eyes have seen but have seen not real
The thought of life; a dead man's wish
Dear heart,
That you may ache no more
That you may worry no more
Love no more
Dear heart,
That you may live so long
That you may live so strong
Trust no one
We have seen the works of men
The pillars of hate; the shadows of death
We have dwelt in the centre of life
But in the back; stabbed a million times
Dark pointed edges of hate;
Deep in our souls
Deep in our minds
Why leave the key of our souls
To the princess of grim?
Our light she made dim
Why fall into the abyss of love;
The cold breath of death
The mad rush of blood?
We have received a mandate from the
soul;
Love no more, trust no one
The twinkles of the stars have echoed
these words;
Love is a myth; a fable for hatchlings
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Friday 9 October 2015
My favourite shrub
With deep riches of the Nigerian flag,
the glory of its photosynthesis unhindered
it waves to me
and calls my name,
no ant can climb on; too
weak to bear the weight,
yet the elephant's fight
is nothing compared to its strength,
the competition is fierce,
surrounded by greener friends,
in the midst of enemies; survival
of the fittest,
Pleased to meet you, honoured
to know you exist
I remember sliding across oceans
like a boat,
all in pursuit of the unknown; you
Dear dear favourite shrub,
How I wonder your age and gender
Are you a she or an he,
the age of a baby or older than me?
-Olawale Ibiyemi
the glory of its photosynthesis unhindered
it waves to me
and calls my name,
no ant can climb on; too
weak to bear the weight,
yet the elephant's fight
is nothing compared to its strength,
the competition is fierce,
surrounded by greener friends,
in the midst of enemies; survival
of the fittest,
Pleased to meet you, honoured
to know you exist
I remember sliding across oceans
like a boat,
all in pursuit of the unknown; you
Dear dear favourite shrub,
How I wonder your age and gender
Are you a she or an he,
the age of a baby or older than me?
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Guilty Scrawl
Flung myself across the frozen oceans of Enceladus, and
Watched my pain ripple across Saturn's rings,
Words written in my nucleus have begun to fade,
Lupine teeth have gnawed my wings
I am a little speck of dust in the Milky Way, the
Little ant of which earth's bird sing
I am lost in this reverberating continuum, a
Thousand splinters have left me a ding
Sheol's fingers have braided my fate,
Windows of conscience are stained with shame,
Like a punctured balloon,
a ruptured vein;
my lips are flaccid and frayed
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Watched my pain ripple across Saturn's rings,
Words written in my nucleus have begun to fade,
Lupine teeth have gnawed my wings
I am a little speck of dust in the Milky Way, the
Little ant of which earth's bird sing
I am lost in this reverberating continuum, a
Thousand splinters have left me a ding
Sheol's fingers have braided my fate,
Windows of conscience are stained with shame,
Like a punctured balloon,
a ruptured vein;
my lips are flaccid and frayed
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Faulted Lines
The shortest distance between points is a line,
The longest distance between us is our faults;
We think with our heads, we
see all faults
We think with our hearts, we
see nothing at all
There be a kingdom
There be two crowns,
only one ring to rule them all; naivety
such childishness
Eyelids are shut to the dust of truth;
Like the earth we are faulted lines,
A crack in the crust of perfection
Ying, Yang; the model of love
A line has been drawn, let's
embrace our faults
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Judas
Etched my thoughts on
the wind, to
the clouds I gave my
heartbeat,
off they ran without a
care;
a price to pay for
playing with Judas
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Moon Gazer
There's a shadow on the moon; sitting,
standing; we know not
Maybe a handwriting on the wall,
the gods we know have spilled
their thoughts
standing; we know not
Maybe a handwriting on the wall,
the gods we know have spilled
their thoughts
Crackling, cackling, flames giggling,
The portrait of Hades right over our heads,
the stars of the East have fled to the West,
the angels, seen they, a vision of death
Dancing, prancing, rocks igniting,
Rhythms of Sheol have flooded our ears,
Heave...Ho...the tears of the moon,
the thought of hope has darkened the skies
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Passion
When bolts of joy hit the heart,
and cause the rivers of blood to overflow,
when your heart does the act, and
feels happy to do so;
know that you have
found it,
know that it is at
your fingertips
When masks of smiles are stuck to the face, the
colour of dental exposed,
when the future is pounced upon without a gaze, and
still conquer foes
know that you have
found it,
know that it is
your masterkey
The act and joy that seem
to walk in harmony;
all act as guidelines for life's map,
both serve as signals for the lost;
the lost in life's jungle,
a signal of hope,
a pointer to destiny,
You only live once, but
can die a million times when
you ignore the bolts, and
take off the mask,
you die so many times,not
for being a corrupt soul, but
for being a coward;
A coward who ignored his passions
- Olawale Ibiyemi
and cause the rivers of blood to overflow,
when your heart does the act, and
feels happy to do so;
know that you have
found it,
know that it is at
your fingertips
When masks of smiles are stuck to the face, the
colour of dental exposed,
when the future is pounced upon without a gaze, and
still conquer foes
know that you have
found it,
know that it is
your masterkey
The act and joy that seem
to walk in harmony;
all act as guidelines for life's map,
both serve as signals for the lost;
the lost in life's jungle,
a signal of hope,
a pointer to destiny,
You only live once, but
can die a million times when
you ignore the bolts, and
take off the mask,
you die so many times,not
for being a corrupt soul, but
for being a coward;
A coward who ignored his passions
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Paranormal Conflict
The sparks I behold
come not from a camp fire trial,
not from the hunger's
gun, or the adventurer's match
The sounds I hear
do not fit into my library,
never captured by
memory; cries of fear and despair
The stench I perceive
ooze from mystic places,
the olfactories are thrown into
confusion; the stench is paranormal
I have seen the unseen, heard
the unheard, I
have perceived that which
no man has; surely death must be a stone throw
But before I am stung,
Before the scorpion arrives, I
must tell all men
that which I have seen;
the die is cast,
the mystics are warring; the
Sparks hail from swords, the
Sounds; of conflicting spirits,
the stench belongs
to the dead; this is a morgue
of angels and demons
Adieu.
-Olawale Ibiyemi
come not from a camp fire trial,
not from the hunger's
gun, or the adventurer's match
The sounds I hear
do not fit into my library,
never captured by
memory; cries of fear and despair
The stench I perceive
ooze from mystic places,
the olfactories are thrown into
confusion; the stench is paranormal
I have seen the unseen, heard
the unheard, I
have perceived that which
no man has; surely death must be a stone throw
But before I am stung,
Before the scorpion arrives, I
must tell all men
that which I have seen;
the die is cast,
the mystics are warring; the
Sparks hail from swords, the
Sounds; of conflicting spirits,
the stench belongs
to the dead; this is a morgue
of angels and demons
Adieu.
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Carelessness
If only the sun slept, and
the flowers forgot to bloom,
or the waves provided no surf;
then would I never leave my room
Prickly pins pinch peace pith,
the truth is mean, it troubles my soul,
leave me lie, let me sleep
Why care I? Why run for gold?
the flowers forgot to bloom,
or the waves provided no surf;
then would I never leave my room
If death were only a myth, and
the earth merely a dream
or life's flames were never lit;
then would I never see my grim
the truth is mean, it troubles my soul,
leave me lie, let me sleep
Why care I? Why run for gold?
Build me a castle, make
me it's queen, with
a lot of slaves be my eyes and ears,
dawn, twilight, let
them the worry
gleam, morning, let
me the riches,
the days will fly, hours
will creep, but
the grim I caused will never cease;
then I remember death is no myth, the
bridge of life has crumbled to bits, waters
below take me to sheol, the reason is this;
"I refused to care"
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Success
The air I breath carries a message;
that success is not a lover of short-cuts,
More than a thousand breaths a day,
Miss a breath; the body will rot
The future is a story untold,
days to come are packed with surprises
I will wait and watch unfold;
The vespers of failures, as success arises
Need I work? Need I run?
Need I lift a finger to wear success' crown?
"Ask the ant", father said,
Those tireless things that build big empires
I see a tree whose fruits allure me,
Planted in the wild; the wilderness of pain,
hunger pangs, death's palm
One need endure to taste success' fruit
I have a little black ant,
Deep within a very dark voice;
"Work", says the ant, "dine", says the voice;
Striking a balance is success in itself
- Olawale Ibiyemi
that success is not a lover of short-cuts,
More than a thousand breaths a day,
Miss a breath; the body will rot
The future is a story untold,
days to come are packed with surprises
I will wait and watch unfold;
The vespers of failures, as success arises
Need I work? Need I run?
Need I lift a finger to wear success' crown?
"Ask the ant", father said,
Those tireless things that build big empires
I see a tree whose fruits allure me,
Planted in the wild; the wilderness of pain,
hunger pangs, death's palm
One need endure to taste success' fruit
I have a little black ant,
Deep within a very dark voice;
"Work", says the ant, "dine", says the voice;
Striking a balance is success in itself
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Thursday 8 October 2015
Love Eternal
Pour my soul into yours
All my thoughts, make them yours
Let you silence give me joy
Leave our hearts to do the talking
Let the moon be a witness
Let her smile at true love's kiss,
Let her rays ignite our passion
And the owls sing our song
Open my eyes to all your faults
Let them glisten through the clouds
Love Eternal, a bed of roses
But teach me first to remove the thorns
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Beast
The crow that belongs to the cock,
Key Lord with power to all locks;
You know that he is
The beast of our ease,
Nectar from heaven in a rock
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Key Lord with power to all locks;
You know that he is
The beast of our ease,
Nectar from heaven in a rock
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Imperfectly Perfect
I'm imperfectly perfect,
Full of mines and exploding
ideas, the universe is my
Playground, and the playground
Is my universe
I'm imperfectly perfect,
Son of the Most High
God, dust made of Eternal
Breath, Eternal breath clothed
With dust
Afire with passion, came He,
Lachrymose love hung
From the cross,
Dangling in the darkness
Of new creation,
Perfection echoes
Through the vacuum of time,
Three words have made me perfect,
In three words i got my pardon,
"It is finished"
"Tout est accompli"
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Full of mines and exploding
ideas, the universe is my
Playground, and the playground
Is my universe
I'm imperfectly perfect,
The wild seed in desert
Forests, illusion is at my
Core, my core;
A myriad of illusions
I'm imperfectly perfect,
Son of the Most High
God, dust made of Eternal
Breath, Eternal breath clothed
With dust
I'm imperfectly perfect,
I'm stupidly wise, honestly
deceitful
Impatiently patient, so full
Of wiles, imperfectly perfect
Lachrymose love hung
From the cross,
Dangling in the darkness
Of new creation,
Perfection echoes
Through the vacuum of time,
Three words have made me perfect,
In three words i got my pardon,
"It is finished"
"Tout est accompli"
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Mother Earth
The world, we know, is a really big place
Our hands, we know, are really small things
How did man ever change mother's face?
The jinns, of course, all his minions, the jinns
Protons and neutrons be bending physics
Puppets, these puppets, they puppets of him
Where is the Adam that tendered silks,
the one whose shadow upon us a beam?
Above the storm new horizon awaits;
City of dialoguing humans and plants
Fetter fetters fettering fearful fate,
As gold love the earth, win medals with plants
The world, our home; a really big garden
For us, our hearts; we better not harden
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Our hands, we know, are really small things
How did man ever change mother's face?
The jinns, of course, all his minions, the jinns
Protons and neutrons be bending physics
Puppets, these puppets, they puppets of him
Where is the Adam that tendered silks,
the one whose shadow upon us a beam?
Above the storm new horizon awaits;
City of dialoguing humans and plants
Fetter fetters fettering fearful fate,
As gold love the earth, win medals with plants
The world, our home; a really big garden
For us, our hearts; we better not harden
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Monday 5 October 2015
Soured Dreams
There's a blackhole on the wall
And a person at the door
All my phobias now have souls
They have crawled out of my dreams
All of tomorrow remains concealed
Till my hinges be oiled with courage
What do i do with soured dreams?
And a person at the door
All my phobias now have souls
They have crawled out of my dreams
All of tomorrow remains concealed
Till my hinges be oiled with courage
A smiling crocodile is one of courage,
Rivers of tears must be hung on the wall,
Devour the future with pain concealed,
Only revealing to fate at the door;
the shades of horror that colour our dreams,
the smoking terror that chokes all souls
The scent of the past is a stench in our souls,
The monster on the wall will taste of my courage;
When she tries to suck on my dreams
Atoms rebelling will build me a wall,
They will hide behind the door,
Even their shadows will be concealed
Naked truth is overly concealed,
Ever buried by frightful souls.
Even when love walks through the door
Pinocchio will sit opposite courage
Excuses and lies will be a wall
Standing on foundations that bury dreams
What do i do with soured dreams?
What happens to the overly concealed?
How do i heal the cracks in the wall?
How do i banish these demons with souls?
Maybe i will, a dance with courage
Maybe our tango will unlock the door
The eye of the needle is a door
To possibilities cast in the realm of our dreams,
Off I go, through the eye, quaking "courage",
Time to reveal infinity concealed
in the crust of our souls
Hiking on stars; with no boundary or wall
Reality is a door, to secrets concealed
in the path of dreams, hinged on our souls;
A door opened by courage; our fears we can't wall
- Olawale Ibiyemi
Expressions
A million seconds to build the thatch
A little spark; our dreams be ash
A thousand reasons to stand in line
One silly shunt; our aims be dashed
The sands of time have freckled my
gaze, or
Maybe my eyes have darkened the
light, the
Shadow of expressions be cast in our minds
The future trapped in an helix of night,
Words as pins
Pricking our being;
Big office pins,
The human skin
-Olawale Ibiyemi
A little spark; our dreams be ash
A thousand reasons to stand in line
One silly shunt; our aims be dashed
The sands of time have freckled my
gaze, or
Maybe my eyes have darkened the
light, the
Shadow of expressions be cast in our minds
The future trapped in an helix of night,
Words as pins
Pricking our being;
Big office pins,
The human skin
-Olawale Ibiyemi
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)