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