4 U

For all the kindness you show


for making me feel the need for no other but u

realising that others were artificial

and to me u were always beneficial

you were not only humble

you were patient with me babe

kept me abreast so i wouldn't stumble

that's why i was so into you

and still is

for no i couldn't ever give you up

even though time and space tore us up

i aint never stopped thinking of you babe

the few scares, arguments and sea of laughs

i had to write

to show you how much;

you had your boy feeling good

so tonight i wished upon a star

just like the one by my window

the night;

i couldnt stop thinking how beautiful u are,

-that you find fields of endless happiness

in the freedom from loving

and not being able to receive as much as you deserve

that you could see my eyes

and read how much my tears

spell how much you're appreciated

for the time you gave,

your dedication so brave

the prayers that continuously availed

tonight i'll let the truth prevail

and tell you how much i miss you so.

Thank you,

even if i filled the universe with those words

they aint enough to thank you.
 

Love Bipolar

you see I summon truth

but from the teeth of bureaucracy

I must have been crazy 

to think I'd find 

something meaningful 

something kind

in the long lost wars of my mind.

lets rewind

maybe find the first piece 

that made the snowball rolling downhill

o what a steal

you found the preciousness in my kind

shift gears and cant decide

love me politically correct

shit hits the fan

somehow you managed to push eject

and the theorem of your trust being futile

I still can't reject.

Belittling words define your phrases

indiscriminate injustice 

yet I still sing your praises

love with no reciprocate value

just thinking of it,

I turn blue,

walled by lies of no hue 

I'm within

would you set me free

I sure am crazy 

to still see love 

in your awkward plea.

We can make a mountain of every mould

we did that the best 

even when the sun chose to rest

I made a piece of you 

from a cast iron mold

frigid like you, quite stone cold

but in my sanity, quite frankly;

you were truly the best

but I still hate you, more so than the rest. 

Fimisola-Samuel

The point of it all; Living free

Got my eyes set from atop the hills
to see beyond the horizons
fenced by excessive thrills and bills
feeling the voice of the breeze
as the eagles glide with will
still sleeved in the scars of reality
that only time will heal.
It's not a mistake that's a mistake
it's all that we give and take
for congruency in life;
purpose we still seek each day
to attain it,

we sip of life's poison and slowly age
with a chapter each day, turn another page
through a line half written
suddenly caged
put asunder by a higher power
and I wonder if I'll wonder
whether I found it or
if i finished where i was supposed
but i suppose,
I caught a glimpse of what it should be;
how I should be remembered
like dust, Living free

Picture from: Sycamore Publications

Fimisola-Samuel
9/25/2011

untitled

Would u make me feel spicy; 
As in my soliloquy 
I still find you pricey
But u seem to have lost your key
Dry as the dead sea.
Well if u ask me
U still got the flavour,
that charmed me.
So let's get risqué
Forget the risky
Lose all senses
Till we titillate we.


Fimisola-Samuel

Free Verse 1

Hello, hello Perfect lil world
having you speak
where speaking is contraindicated
we're both acting like bodies
with their minds disconnected
i'm laying low with spirit evicted
from a mind that was once elated
now sitting in seats with the conceited
doning hats stigmatised by words i repudiated
I wonder?
If you ever realise or even maybe visualise
how much of my land you basterdise
yet with your critiques patronise me
I wonder why my cries
are met with a loud bellow of lies
Hmmn, I'm tripping,
who gives a sha what I'm thinking?
since it aint what your nice little thoughts
are thinking
I'm guessing, undressing; naked
then suctioned into soliloquy
heart fractioned smaller than peas
left dessicated,
dedicated to fearing your thoughts of me
pssh...you see me, you know me
but time flew by
deleted the old me
scold me, judge me
try to tell my future
extrapolating from curvatures past
life aint no straight line graph
drop the past, learn from it
take of yourself a radiograph
see your intense defects
and upon them reflect
teach me to hold a better tomorrow
but you'd rather shoot arrows
with words that pierce deep
beyond the heart of the souls' marrow
the truth hurts
but your judgement captains sorrow
so perfect lil world
how is it you're so perfect
as not to see the failure
in your inability to access tranquil behaviour?
yet you're my only saviour
wush...sh together we dive into contumacy
and once again my mind in conturbation
the cycle keeps a steady pace of replication
but tell me why
this world cant seem to mind its own
while the blood of my thoughts
spill out a collage of lonsomeness
where i find joy and kindness
away from the world and all of its likeness.

Fimisola-Samuel

Woman

She's born of another
and to others;
a mother.
A friend like the rose
gentle and thorny
cultured and principled
free, like the living rivers.
All of her is beauty
inside and out
like how he desires.
She speaks truth
but in words;
moussed with fire
over a tongue that rolls;
whilst his kiss, is acquired.
She can foretell the future
from the feelings in her gut
that may have forgiven
the heavy soils of the past
but not forgotten its smell.
Inquisitive as a shadow, yet,
as mysterious as dark.
A conundrum, sunk in attraction,
as his approach
she meets with decorum
and a hint of seduction
watch you shiver to your liver,
tickle your spine,
like drops of frozen wine
as each eyelash, shuts against another
like; ka-boo--oom! -...
your brain capsizes; whooom!
you hear your heart drum,
as from her words she relays persistence.
Strong,
the power behind his very essence
yet gifted with palms,
that have minimal use of friction,
placed on your skin,
drives you to tumescence.
She makes him look handsome,
his ego, bigger than it is
her sanctum, innermost of which they both lay
site of eternal worship
isn't it amazing how she makes a house a home.
Yet all this she may
and everyday still hold her own,
is as a dove is, to the very core of her bone,
but her path if you cross as you may,
you'll find exactly,
where raging dragons lay.

Fimisola-Samuel

Schitzo's Note

The night is endless

the morning has no future

the day is blind

and at this point all hope is lost.

I stretched out my arms

they're pushed back by the bars of freedom

too much of it, left in confusion

a contusion of the mind

or yet maybe tedium

I find myself sitting in obtundation

and time cannot be contained

yet another day has walked

don't ask me how,

but it did just as it came; empty.
I cry out so loud
I hear it from a mile

Yet in my ears the silence rings

I have it all, humbled by my nothingness

what am I looking for?

if you ask me, its nothing I'm sure.

My thoughts racing,

like from morning through evening

sentences framed from pictures

of thoughts broken,
coagulated into colourful pieces

spilling out like juices of light

from the endless circling of a kaleidoscope,

bodily motions and gesticulations

to all of which I'm seemingly lackadaisical

you hear me and think;
"what a piece, so anecdotal
O! what peace it is not to care,
or know what the world thinks."
The grains of sand dancing in the wind
wondering along my lash
what a feeling of life

a gift I should be thankful for

a chance at normal, I pray for each day

though my ways unruly as they may

I'm learning to see peace in the eyes of the sun.

Today I took 2 tabs, with my coffee and tea,

as with each morning

but I walked down the bridge
read this and know,

so long I've been buried

deep within the belly of the sea.

Fimisola-Samuel

Picture by , Toon by

Beautiful Piece from Broken Pieces

Whole I was made
deception played a serenade
tumbled over pride
I lost my secuirty
shattered into obscuirty
I had died, to my identity.



To eyes without acuity
my shambles,
were percieved as ugly.
Pieces kicked itinerantly
hopeless and lost
I remained, inevitably.



Piece after another
days rolled after each other
He had collected pieces
and made for Himself
in the eyes of the beholder
a perfect idea.


They laughed at His folly
I had lost my glory
"in your eyes" He said.
As he unravelled the new me
dumbfounded, He shocked they,
that knew the old me.


Uniquely way past beautiful
the cracks and patches left me.
and from inside each crevice
He radiates my glory
I'm remolded, piece by Piece

into; a beautiful piece from broken pieces.

Picture By: Woomie

"such perfection in the hands of the potter..."

To the woman

To the woman,
who taught me in the way I should go
to the woman I pray
sorrow may she never know.
For her kind and loving soul
and hands that upheld my grey
as the world slowly turned away
to the woman I pray
that her peace never be stained.
for her many nights without sleep
and her numerous days without food
for all the miles she walked
that my entity I may keep
to the woman I pray
long life, happiness and strength
so in due season
from her labour, may she reap.
Have u ever been loved so deep
constantly,
every second of each 365,
have u ever been paid such attention
I mean: her ears heard each irregular breath.
even her back,
knew who it was when I walked.
Will you ever know such care?
constantly at my service all day,
from conception till her last breath
feeble hands or blurry eyes
her hands never tire
to cradle me on her chest
even when she knows, that, I detest.
And so to the woman I pray,
the comfort of heaven.
For not flushing me down the drain
for each and everyday that she stayed
for love and tolerance no other will ever have
for all her prayers everyday
even as we're miles away,
To the woman I say
you've done wonderful
keeping your home and
thank you for being so sure
even when I, saw no future.

                                          The Hawkeye
To every woman
and all mother's especially,
Happy mother's day.
Fimisola-Samuel

8-May-2011

My Kind of woman: A valentine in words

She is graceful like a ballet 

peaceful like the violin 

well spoken like words 

and her beauty is penned in figurative lines

that reveal the artistry 

of her creators stencil.

Her figure and curves 

are calligraphycally exotic,

like a pencil

her smile shades away tears 

that endless years of blue and black 

have collected.

In her eyes is the suns beautiful glare

into which when i stare

my glory is reflected

for like a crystals glare 

the best about me 

she brings out and bears.

Her faith is strong,

elegantly unmatched,

it's the bone that collars my neck.

She touches me 

and heals my wreck.

Her cotton soft hands

laced in pearls of love

strum my efforts with joy

and when I drown in rivers

they wrap around me in faith.

She makes the stars shine brighter

and her smile adds an 'er to the words; 

sexy,

and pretty,

prettier than all other

oh what a cutie.

The skin that sleeves her hands 

simply is; to touch, soothing.

Calming, relaxing,

are the words she airs,

she dispenses them with glory

intelligently sophisticated 

and yet no ounce of pride.

My Joy, My kinda woman

                                                        Woman by window: patent place

whose soulfulness 

moves my body 

to the rhythm of her blues,

whose pulse is the tempo 

to which my heart dances.

My kinda woman 

who has hands

and is willing to use them

and still respect me as her man,

guide and provider.

Whose occupation not need be a chef

but handles her business well enough

it keeps me wanting more

no precautions about concoctions 

just pure satisfaction.

whose warmth not only radiate

from the silky smooth 

and beauty

of her ravishing nakedness,

what unharmed pulchritude

that so delicately keeps me insatiable

it's awing effect

like a butterfly out its cocoon,

but  also from knowing 

I wake beside the grandmother

of my childrens' children

and her infinite beauty

even in they yet unborn.

I know what you're selling 

and I'm very happily buying

you're such a beautiful conundrum

i hear drums sounding immaculate

it's my heart beating

to the tune of your love.

So I'm testing this river with both feet 

walking on flaming coal

to place all my eggs in a basket

at your door,

open your heart 

and let trust be the bridge

between the gaps of our heart

and love the screw

that keeps 'em together...

Love you this valentine and beyond...

Fimisola-Samuel

2/13/2011

What Do You See?

I see;
a forest of trees, that bleed away
hundreds of growth years
as they are felled and cut.
As their barks are sanded,
fined and mashed to a pulp,
and bleached,
sun dried and cut again
to the satisfaction of mans gain
worried only about the papers grain
too thin and wide would bleed out ink
bright and slippery,
would it frame the perfect smile?
Or would the finely sewn synchrony
of alphabets like polka dots
on its dull, clean-white background
be the key to unlocking someones' closed ways
or will they hold the secrets of ancient days?
Would it be flexible enough
for a scroll to reveal God himself?
maybe they would bury a childs' playful thoughts
with his stick friends in a note pad
as they arrange a beautiful orchestra
and dramatically act out an opera
or maybe, just maybe
explain the cure for cancer.
Shall these words make new laws
or will their choruses ensnare us in prejudice
would they scream out lies
or be a gentle caress on the soul
letting spines tingle.
Shall they make bellies rumble and tongues water
or maybe they shall outline
the hollows in our foundations
On a dirty brown sketch pad.
But what do I see?
a plain sheet of paper
lying in my imagination.
What do you see?

Fimisola-Samuel
3-Feb-2011

Picture and Title By Woomie

My Reflection

Poem Inspired by:  Woomie: You-nique Reflection

                                                              


You stand before me
in perfect resemblance
a complete ensemble
of characters that sleeve my soul
is packing in the depths of your heart
we're wearing the same hat-
you are my reflection.
Sharing my emotion
I see you
and see the scars that,
line the very depths of my mind
from the painful habits
that inhabits my spirit,
I see you and think
oh! purify me.

Role play

you can be my lawyer

stream down the four-poster

lemme hear your heels kiss the floor

turn me on some more

aagh baby,

till i burn from the passion 

of your lips' work.

Punish me a little

and let my fingers work 

till they make you squeal like a kettle.

Or you could be my doctor 

listen to my heart

hear it beat

racing as fast as my hands

rubbing around your body

in harmony,

with the music's melody.

I'm throbbing doctor

from the sensation of your lip balm 

I like to feel the tip of your tongue

rest, on the mushroom cap.

I'll be your priest?

kneel before me,

as i stand with your head

before my thighs,

now prey and prey...ohhh prey

prey all over me

until i moan in tongues

and anoint you with my oil

watch it stream down your chest,

neck, breast till it hit your abs...

aargh just prey, prey on me.

Let me be your pilot

I'll guide you to the right buttons.

You see them 2 on my chest

touch em, and set me on auto-pilot.

I'll map out the geography of your body 

from the asymmetry of your contours

and the symmetry of your curves.

Buckle up around my back 

it's going to be a bumpy smooth ride 

through cloud nine.

Play devil and incite this beast

i'll play the guiding angel

watching you moan uncontrollably 

in your delightful vibrations

of endless orgasms.

You can play a mime

I'll be the ventriloquist

that makes the bed squeak 

in a twist you can take the top

like how i bite my lips in pleasure?

now do me like never before! 

Dead Love

Inspired by the picture above taken and titled by a wonderful friend and sister; Woomie, is the poem below. She's a free-lance photographer (for now) and a owns a blog: Woomie, visit and feed your soul with beauty through her lens and let your heart listen to the words they speak...enjoy

It,

smells so beautiful

be careful.

It,

blossomed one spring morning,

falling,

like petals in autumns evening.

My heart,

deeply in mourning.

It,

brightened your smile,

Now it's dull!

like a trees bark

in the empty winter night

boring,

like the lone dogs bark.

It,

still smells so beautiful

the pretty summer odorant

Lingers,

In my stone cold thoughts,

as the memory

of a once beautiful thing,

warmed my soul.

It,

then eludes me,

as I’m reminded

by the sorry wilt it had become.

It,

drank of my tears

nurtured,

by the labour of my hands.

Grew,

before my sight

and with my hands buried it.

It died,

and you killed it,

the very moment

you lied about it.

Yet,

beautiful still,

is the smell of; it

grow

shalll another

the orchid is full with;

it.

Fimisola-Samuel

fragile,

Milk and Honey; It's not failing

Your sight un-paused me

you fulfill my clause

i like to feel your claws

bet you know it hurts,

d'you feel the heat? 

I like the way it burns.

You deceive me

to reveal me

then you hide me,

fulfill me,

I'm feeling how,

you let me fill you.

your lips, and eyes

your neck and ears,

forever dry my tears.

Oh, like when you kiss me

(it lifts me)

and touch me

emotions in my heart,

down there running uphill.

The stories in your touch, 

hotter than a blow torch

got me drifting high and high

baby just relax,

while I take you to the sky.

ugh, un-hold me,

control me, 

let you depose me,

sweet how you don't oppose me.

Yes harass me

and caress me

renounce him,

I'll let you own me.

your lies suppress me, 

oppress me,

and depress me.

You smile at me

baby, it's wooing me.

Your neck tastes so innocent

it's got me tumescent.

We're not perfect

but we love so perfect

forget the side effects 

every night i reflect,

i lied,

when i said this wasn't right,

crave me and save me.

Uphold me,

and hold me

I'll support you,

forgive me,

and comfort me.

I'll forget your sins

because you're special,

essential,

it's so crucial 

that it; incites me,

excites me and 

ignites me,

arouses me

got me on my knees,

dying to love you

forever,

ever and ever

till we're aged

and spent like money,

won't you warm me,

and hug me,

kiss me,

my bunny,

so lovely,

milk,

and my honey,

yes, we're ailing

but, we're not failing.

Fimisola-Samuel

Earth: Song in her tears

Inspired by the political unrest and social injustice around the world.

Naomi-Moremi-Lucas: black man crying

I have no home, no friend or foe

sitting amidst beauty in splendor 

at the crossroads of what seems to be hell
is this fire falling from heaven?

I watch the ashes dance in the wind

No farm, no food just a single hoe

the land is barren and yet lay fallow.

Bought for a price; one pound of cowry shells

that your shells, may cease to rain once again

but enough wasn't his sacrifice

another round of "kpuh-kpuh, kpa- kpuh, kpuh"

and we're exiled from our lives,

and as strangers, lost  in our homes.

You say you know who I am

then you ask me what i need,

If you know who we are,

shouldn't you know what we need?

You sow in my land with my own seed

you call me a weed, where my fathers lived 

why! Are you so damn full of greed?

You stuff money down his throat

to cover the murder of your human goat

he sells you his dignity

then you take care of him 

like you did your goat. 

You're all demons we altogether loathe.

We've been living in darkness 

one day an hour a second too long

when will you die

so no more shall we cry?

What's the worth of a gladiator

thirsty for a fight in an empty colosseum?

you have no followers.

More allies are hungry to kill you 

even before an enemy

useless is your first name

worthless, the second.

Your wings soar above the law

your voice roars like thunder 

your heart squeals in delight of our death.

Tomorrow all three will be six feet beneath the floor

you will stand before the superior.

Who cooks without a fire?

a fight for which you are unprepared.

Your children feast off our flesh

our blood cries in agony,

as they drink from your cup.

What you sow you shall harvest

and of it your generations shall reap

but you're too blinded by selfishness to see

that when the plantain tree raises her hands

she ends up smacking herself.

Who goes to the river with a basket?

they were better off staying home.

Don't start a battle you'll never live to finish.

Heaven rejects you, earth repels you

and there is no space for you in-between

you evil people of this world.

I'm working 30 hours overtime

that my children may eat 

yet I have not enough to buy meat.

You think you control my life,

but while you forgot my cries

heaven heard them all.

It's been four hundred years coming 

I finally drop my rickshaw and find my freedom

now light is our burden, 

you save yourself  and help your soul.


Fimisola-Samuel