Euphoria

How do you love
without knowing hate,
how do you seek light
without feeling dark?
Excitement yet confusion
deluded, locked in
but freed in the unbound mind.

How can you know the truth
without being told a lie,
how can you be rich
if you never were poor?
Stolen yet found
lost in words
revived by the power in them.

How do you have friends
without being a loner,
how can thoughts not matter
without them being hurtful?
Self awareness, self broken
constant criticism
still will fight to finish.

How can you say impossible
without first failing,
how do you quit
without knowing the start?
Searching still, floating in tears
unfound identity
yet everything no other can be.

FiMisola-Samuel

God Dilema

Confused, missing, broken
searching, yearning, questions
yet no clue, no proof, no answers
so I hope at the foot of the cross
ain't nothing but people's words
they annoy and make me cross
searching through the books
nothing makes it better than history
like someone sat and made up a story
but at my every wrong
those words make me sorry.
All brovas trynna win you over
sistahs saying there ain't no other
but if all paths were right
so what decides the right?
The son of a preacher man,
the one who refuses halal
what about the toddler...kissing on Baal
from that junction-ain't no other word but lost
'cos i've tried at every cost
just to hear him speak like they say he do
searching is like trynna find the unexplainable
'zit cos we don have enough wisdom to be able
how 'bout it's all just a fable
like some friends dining over wine at a table
may be that's what makes a miracle
wait-how about we just consult an oracle?
They say he ever faithful,
how about man just created a thought
to fill the void of him needing something more?
and he just passed it to his sons
with stories exaggerated all the more.
Without it they say we'd be lost
but because of it the twin towers have been lost?
would 7.7.'07 ever have happened?
maybe the Nazi's would never have lived...
if in the end there were no heaven or hell
what if 'twas a thing of culture
well that seems to ring a bell
judge not that thou may not be judged
innumerable are they that said in hell i belong
i just might remind them about that law
when someday, i walk by them in hell.
They say in his breath all life was made
from whatever was it he was made
as fondly called...the uncreated creator.
In his image all was beautifully made
if you will allow-then u imagine her image.
so what happened to sex and genome?
and since evolution wasn't that the norm?
who would deny being formed by nuclear fusion
and then chromosomal and cellular fission?
evolution itself has tables left unturned
for earth has rolled over many millennia
yet the only thing evolving are viruses and bacteria
that's because humans mock up their genes
and already expiring patients'
failure to comply with drug regimes.
Speaking of sex how about they that judge the sodomites
and say it's cos such men be possessed
how in animals can they explain it
if it were such a sin
why would he let the world be so full of it?
so he can sit there and count more people go to hell?
and ain't that breaking his words
that he ain't one to take pleasure in wickedness,
Some say its a matter of choice
tell me since when did 'bent' swans tell left from right?
and all this while of the just suffering
so where did he have his eyes?
Since life indeed is not fair, so maybe it's just-coincidence.
To talk about his incidence is to dare his precedence
so we all follow along...like zombies with no conscience.
How do u have a leader with unquestionable principles?
and nothing about his incidence we know,
and yet his perfection so rightly remains unquestioned.
Well i keep asking my questions
even to the men and women who hold his positions
in what ever clan or religion
and all they keep saying is read his holy words
and some even dare take the piss
cos i've given them a taste of their own medicine
but certainly i walk away with a hiss
but that is to say in other words
that they themselves are just as lost.
But more disturbing is the question...
what exactly are we living for
and a more incongruous answer
living life for God...
so what is this God?
don't get me wrong...not taking a piss off anyone!
zit just another hide and seek in the mob
or simply all by the books called?
then twill be nothing but defined by someone
but just as i think..its all vain
and until he speaks, or does someone with answers
so i will remain...

Fimisola-Samuel

Opportunity

My days i wish were easy as the wind
searching beneath the turmoil of hope
i have awaited turns
in my blindness missed them all
unjustifiably yearning
inexpressibly dedicated
but opportunity where at thou?
Closed thine ears to my raging cry,
sitting behind the sty
watching birds fly
i see how they never worry
but if i never do
left of me will be sorry.
If it were wrong making choices
why serve me them on a platter of gold
but even with every choice
opportunity where art thou?
I wouldn't sit and fold my arms
if only i had that choice
at length of arms.
So each morning rolls
like a pebble in the running stream
but then i realize how much it never moves
but you see i can move
and maybe just when i do again
and again and again with each day
i pray thee-opportunity
...you'll finally look my way...

2.B.Cntd...

Fimisola-Samuel

Crave II

you need me like the air you breathe
but you cannot need me
just as much as i need you
in my thoughts of love
lust is just pure contradiction...
a moment with you
the peak of all addiction
you being far away-disrupts my senses
in a altered state of delirium
i forget my tenses.
if every grain the made a mountain
were enough to express desire
i'd sell my soul to retrieve life's fountain
and then get you each one
before i gladly retire.
you're the rhythm
to which my heart beats
you're the soul
that gives me the blues.
in four lines...i crave you like this;
just as water knoweth no source or end
and in the ground
it shall always be found
you are the wind
my lung never ceases to breathe.


...yet in my every fall
and my heart left
in the centre of the mall
i've been loved, felt love
and yet know no love
still, after it i still run.
Left in the dark of lies
but my fire of trust still burns
pictured by the side of your eyes
you ignore it and leave me burnt.
so why do i still want?
why am i so thirsty
as to endure all this hurt?,
for to deny my feelings
is the aftermath of a gun shot
and in my search of what is true
is living in daylight torture
my confusion speaks to me
"exactly what are you looking for?"
but in my denial
my brain's froze...only my heart speaks on
would i ever know
what on earth it's looking for?
then i look on to the brighter side of life
but it's yet to be complete
and is sick with strife
without you my eternal desire
and until i find you
i do hope to keep inspired.

Fimisola-Samuel

Crave

i try to imagine
what it's like to sleep with a healed heart,
i try to find the freedom in sweet words
i'm still hiding beneath the fear of hurt
i doubt every second of trust
i just call it lust
but indeed i long to read/hear ur thoughts
and in my anxiety i start to shake
i tingle and quiver with each line you make
staring at your picture
is like heaven again
every moment, every second
every minute of everyday
my head like a balloon
you keep blowing away
i think you're cute
dream of your voice
it's like the melody of a flute
maybe its love, maybe its lust
but all i know is, for u,
i can never cease to hunger...

Fimisola-Samuel

Beautiful Weakness

On a bright sunny day
you're the cloud that pours down rain
soaked and heavy,
I continue all the way.
Through the fresh summer days
you're the little pollen grain
that makes me wheeze through another day
the beautiful flower, I need to smell again.
Through the stormy weather
you were the nights darkest hour
but through it all
you sheltered me beneath your umbrella.
In the dark of the night
when in my sleep I'd dream
you're my nightmare
but when i pray, it's to dream you over again.
The days roll by
left only in the pages of memory
some forgotten and some, we'd like to be
but you're a page-so beautifully written
it be impossible to.