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I, - am dancing in the sun,
like liquid waves of transparent beams, -
rays,
bending at the order of your powerful gaze
I, - find myself in a mystical haze.
The sheep in a herd
stand together and graze
their glossy white wool
brilliant beneath the sun's ray
such tranquility,-
unmatched unity,
I'm thinking; you, me and I, -
see myself through your eyes
as they play memories of a distant future,
pleasant fantasies of life with you,
your hair looks beautiful silk and grey.
Piece by piece,
we've laid blocks from the bottom up
a masterpiece
of mansions in the sky,
yet we rock steady
as over each mountain we fly.
What is that fear that makes me cry?
It's nothing, for you're here
and together we've chosen to try,
never looking back -
but only to see how far we've come
when in autumn the leaves start to fall
and we're standing before each other -
bare
with everything we bear but nothing to hide,
my seed, your fruits,
- our Spring,
like March, April, May
to share this life, with you -
I hope I May.
As It only gets beautiful
with each passing day.

Fimishola Samuel
25/11/2014

A heart and contrasts of grey

Funny, how I'm sitting,
alone,
and thinking,
of the many memories
enveloped in my,
- mind, your business
I tell you
for nothing is selfless
about you creeping,
in and out of my heart.
That you
- left, it hanging,
bathing in your toxic grey,
infiltrating venom of lies
and craters of distrust it left behind.
I'm above the high
or maybe somewhere in the middle
dangling back and forth
between loops of lust and love
- beautiful contrast.
A shadow of everything I once knew
cloud my thinking
and your reflection before me
makes no sense
for there's nothing
just waves of frail memories
for a poisoned heart to latch on to.
We died long ago,
like faded whispers
buried in the grey skies of May.

Fimisola Samuel
15/11/2014

The happiness in knowing that you achieved what you wanted to, is so worth more than all you gave for it.
With every step...it only gets closer.

Shaydee shay

Only in trust
Can deceit take root
Bear it's fruits,
The conceits
With which man,
His nakedness conceals.
The lackadaisical tongue
Stewing up words
That reflect the egocentiric -
State of mind,
Eccentric,
Lost in the city looms
Spending currencies of pretence
That reveal the neediness
Of his facade -
Indeed,
King in his own world
The real life river
that forgot its source.
Unfulfilled promises,
A few among
The many bridges burnt.
Liable to rust
The flesh is not to trust
And the narcissistic acrobatics
Of a man's mind
The father of all discord.

Fimishola Samuel
12-10-14

State of mind

Weak in the knees
Like bees
A humming heart
Conundrum
Tedium of the mind
Yet irresistibly
In my soul flows
Imperfectly perfected
Withering flowers
Scents remembered
Stench of attraction
Divinity of love
The perfect connection
Too alike to repel
Poison of the mind
Food for the soul
I don't need to survive
But life is not without.

Fimisola Samuel
29-9-14

Curtain call

In the loneliest hour
The perfect lover
Has taken my heart
And like a thief
Has walked away with it
I'm watching it all fall apart
Like oil slipping through my hands
Leaving behind toturing traces
Of what pieced it together
The many promises of endless forevers
And in a new dawn
You realise
That even they, come to an end.

Fimishola Samuel
27-9-14

Perfect stranger

I walked the hallway in anger
Listening to the footsteps of a stranger.
Pressed my thoughts
And lined them on a hanger
She smiled, we converse.
It made me some joy and laughter.

Patiently, I sat at the diner
Listening for the words of a stranger
Pressed my thoughts
And lined them on a hanger
A warm hug, we wine and dine.
It left me full and buried all hate.

I'm layed on the soafer, unsure
Longing for the touch of a stranger
Pressed my thoughts
And lined them on a hanger
She danced, we carress.
It kept me home in sweet duress.

Tiredly, I chase after the train
Thinking about a beautiful stranger
Pressed my thoughts
And lined them on a hanger
Wrong timing, perfect encounter.
It gave me love for the perfect stranger.

Fimisola Samuel
23-09-14

Let me Loose

The lush and it’s pleasure
your gentle touch and
spoken words,
so beautiful beyond measure
you priceless creature.
Nothing pure by nature
but so is this I had to nurture.
Ten million colors
for one man of valor
awakening to the crippling miasma,
of midnight at dawn
seeing you become vapor.
His timeless piece
and nothing was more more.
Let me loose
for If he loved you, we’ll never know.
We’ll run and keep running,
like the rainfall
the very first morning.
What he’ll never know
are rolling days of your mourning
and how forever meant nothing.
Drifting rafts towards happiness
the morning clouds
following nights of endless bitterness,
one last sunny smile
with a feather light kiss,
Only if I could
one more time I'll be your mousse
for that's a goodbye he really meant.
let him loose,
let me loose.

Fimisola-Samuel
20-6-2014

Race of the colour blind; human

Social inoculation
to create ramifications
from the heart of manipulation.
The birth of counter intuitive
stratification
named by words of no
disambiguation
highlighted by the injustice
in rainbow coloured segregation.
Stand at attention
and salute the fear of
integration
at ease
and respect the death of
celebration.
Human boundaries
drawn out in the circle of sets
A union B
thrown out the equation
they don't quite fit the preset.
So the coloured ones
with twists and curls
run perms and gels
and the other; cooks in the sun,
adopts a child from Africa
and so you see
suddenly we're one,
- and still stereotyped
to appear and act a certain way.
I once heard the patient ask
if the low faded doctor
made a good janitor
and when he took Lizzie home
The first question she go'n ask
"da f*! dat cracker doin' up in 'ere?"
She ain't even seen her yet,
she darker than the night itself.
Lest I forget,
the beautiful fruits
of the union of two worlds apart
yet no place for their kind
geographically separated
and divided by patented stereotypes
How shall we command respect?
African-,American or not
it's a one word root
Africa.
Brown, black, purple and green
All beautiful eyes
under one sky,
and sat in one world,
Segregation is no joke
it makes our world choke.
There is only one race
and that's the Human.

Fimishola-Samuel
12-5-2104

Surfs and shorts; thinking of you

Looking into the horizon
your eyes
reflecting all of I
feeling the fresh
of the wind rushing past me ears,
I can feel the wave of the oceans
drowning my fears.
Hope; like when you kiss me there
and touch me here
like when you run across my mind
-boats in fleets
like little lights on the sea
yeah,
like the cool breeze
those lips stand out
the only ones I see.
Glistening lights
bouncing off the refracting waves,
deep waters made shallow
-illusions from above,
the firm rocks
that hold it all together below
and the fish
drifting between each wave.
Undulating like you,
with firm grips
latched on top
as when we groove.
Can't nothing move your;
-Indispensable
can't nothing move your;
-Smart
can't nothing move your;
-Strong
can't nothing move your;
-Inimitable
Can't nothing move your;
-Ease.
yeah,
Excuse me please
you're so much more than a tease
preciousness and all its bliss
loving you is such ease.
The butterflies
and weakened knees
dang,
Words couldn't say it all.
Simple and plain
sometimes such pain.
Do me something mean
I'll still want it everyday,
perhaps only if you say I may.
Let the world revolve
and we, evolve
to speak words that keep us involved.
Let the waves drift ashore
I'll recreate my space
to fit your world
then let me get lost in it,
I'm feeling you
I'm feeling good
Thinking of you
sat on rocks by the seashore.
And hoping you rest assured.

Fimishola-Samuel
1.Mar.2014

Feeling good

I'm feeling good
From knowing you care
To feeling you near
The smell of your hair
And kissing your ear.
Delight in the night
Knowing I'm your knight
I'll be Flying your kite
As I'm loving your bite
And yes feeling good,
Is the name of the night.

22.2.2014

Stolen

My O my~
bread of my flesh
has taken the purity
that pearled my soul,
unlaced the petals
and highlighted the thorns.
The world stops
and what have you done?
The so called -
brother of the seed
in the soil of my roots
lost between my labyrinth
a picture perfectly vivid,
still in flight
like the lil. bird - twitter.
My heart; unapologetically bitter
it leaves a stranger asking me
why can't you trust?
Well my first love
was my blood and confusion
you should have watched me
add growth rings,
to the many years of rust.
Delusions -
and positively reinforced
episodes of self imposed lust.
They cover up the madness inside
- a fragile mind,
the perfect toy to be fiddled with.
inquisitive and only of 1, 2, 3 and 4
the perfect warm-hole to go diving in.
Jailed for a lifetime and
shackled by my mind,
meet the colors,
of my troubled crust.
A lack of identity -
I paid,
for the expression of your curiosity.
You see,
he gracefully moved on.
Craziness to weariness
unforgiving forgiveness,
rejection to depression
from liquor to stupor,
trial of suppression
and living in oblivion.
Wrap 'em all up
and Crunch!
Here I am,
dressed in thorns
still standing,
within my unlaced petals,
- deflowered.


Let he that have ears, listen
and save them
from the likes of himself.
-Fimisola, Samuel
15. Jan. 2014