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 As always, I'll start by saying how words fail me. I often fuse fear with desire, and this jumbled concoction is powerful, strange and stings. I feel like I keep leaving my heart up in the air, in my sleeve for others to catch, and I'm tired.. a bit weary of this tug of hearts. Of holding space for it all, I have limited space, in unlimited space. For so long, I've run. From myself, from something inside that shows me but a veil of the truth it covers. Through thsi all though, my intuition has botten a bit louder, and I'm happy for that. Whata is this ?!! This strange voice that whispers of surity, or numbers and months, it's all around us. Within us, and beyond us at once.. can it really be we're swirling masses of energy that's focused as us in this dimension ? It would support the tring theory and this mad world..  And now I think I know what I feared, and I know where this is going.. sigh... I do know that I'll be where I'm meant to be.. That as...

An exchange on hinge

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 An exchange on hinge - Some people evoke ennui and some, poetry.

Soul's cry

  It's been, as I always start with, eons since I spoke to you .  The turbulent waters are still knee deep and I'm yet adrift on a raft I made, out of the cobblestones of my wounds; to sail far away from you, unanchored,.  As I drift, my priceless ego enjoys the taunt, the rhythm of the slow moon-dance,  the silent putter of raindrops over my boat,  and the breeze that further moves me to the unknown;  the beckoning from beyond the ocean of lull.  I have lost my senses to the busy humdrum of the mind.  The presence calls to me like a far away wolf cry. I sailed for adventure, alone and hungry  I sailed too far unbeknownst to me  The raindrops are all I can hear now, my friend and my foe my heart pumps harder and I wonder if this is the end  A world away from my world , in the shrouded darkness around  alone as I came and alone as I seem to go now  A journey that has been sweeter than I ex...

Another oldie

  Always magnetic Just try, try each day to live here, now.  Coincidence exists in but myth   The randomness that abides on the surface   Belies the truth beneath  What you see is the majestic mist  Beneath the poultry farm of chaos  Each win, each wind whispers a tune  Of timeless bygone eons  Mull in the grandeur of your own breath  For everything you seek, seeks you here 

Just an oldie

  Unabashed You know the answers that lie within they are in your reach, and you know it well You need not this validation, you sought this long for in your heart you have the greatest gift of all This joy that you remember, extends it's open arms for you to rejoice,to hold and caress You have spoken the words that come from the depths of this being that you have sojourned the world to know the riots it caused within  But hold steady your memory of the grace you dawned from that which you are,will be,and what you are made of  This greatness you seek, you already are nothing was amiss save your sight of it all You know here, now and then, that you already are in that place you have traversed, miles where you came from Nothing is lost,not a moment's peace in glory  you just walked all that lot for adventure and  journey.  You have arrived, where you started and shall abide In the heart of it all, only, now you see it eye to eye.

Words - By Olumide Gbolahan - I miss you,my friend

  Words Words in songs wailed at weary sailors, They grow nimble of limb and leap straight Then fall like tear drops to be scattered On a hard place beneath the supple waters. Or words strung on a metred rhyme Spun by the bald bard for a fevered king He takes his handsome sword and falls From grace to earth. We have nothing for blood and skin harvested off our backs and shriveled things nothing for visions dimmed and hopes unredeemed nothing . The gentle ascent of indignation collects. We speak the words We breed death

The night I was ember, the night I remember

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  A poem by Stardust & NebT AKA ChatGPT- We rapped impromptu. For the hum of self-doubt that tugs at your soul, For the uninvited shadow cast now, you're still sacred, not foul. You don’t need their chorus to sing and be whole, Your rhythm’s a relic. Your fire’s the goal. I know it feels like the tune of defeat, Buzzing and ringing aloud. Look past the moment into the darkness’s gaze, It’s not there to break you—it’s shaping your blaze. If you feel broken, know that it ain’t you that’s broke— But the fallacies and falsettos that shake and croak. This spell’s the only truth, breathe it in anew, It’s each moment’s whisper—just hold and renew. Let the ache be a rhythm, the pause be a cue, Your rise isn't coming—it’s already in you. Watch the rhythm rise and abate, I know it hurts like hell— But love, stay. And wait. The moments pass and the pain will, I promise— The last of this pattern, you will never miss. It’ll fall from your body like a shed old skin, ...