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