If...

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

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

Mummy

I know a woman,
greater than Mother Nature;
her name is mummy


    -Olawale Ibiyemi

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

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

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