An open note to you

Hey, how do you do?
It's I,
Just letting you know
You ran across my mind again.
The third time
Or maybe 4th today
As it would happen everyday.
Through the phone,
I see you slay.
God it's so beautiful,
To hear you say;
"It's a busy day
Call me later today".
Then I miss the truth
In the silent whispers of your touch
As the wind,
Gently caresses my skin;
I hear my hair stand up
To the feel of your fingers
Running across my skin,
A gentle organomegaly
As you're felt so close,
Vicariously.
The hour ends
I helplessly keep trying
To peek into the days ahead;
With you,
Before I'm consumed again
By illegible writings, paper trails and pages.
For whatever it is I did
To earn the nation's envy;
You,
I'm thankful.
It doesn't get any better than this,
I thought you should know.
;-)

Fimis.ola Samuel
10 Sep 2016

Affirmation

I am change,
Waiting to be made
In a world where hate rules;
I am peace
Still winds of calm
Spreading
Till life, on every tongue
Finds itself palatable.
I am Indelible,
Like heavy clouds on a rainy day
Palpable,
I'll be remembered
For the change I've made.
I am life
Waiting to explode; with hopes,
I'll someday achieve.
Dying to exhale
And be inhaled by the conscious mind of me and yes you.
And indeed I will,
Achieve;
The grand theorems
Of my beautiful mind
Frail cocoons of untired ideas
My resolve,
is nothing like you've seen before.
For I am destiny
Certain I will attain.
Refusing to be derailed
By social inoculation
And tired theories
Of empty classes
Garnished by the minds of
Baseless classists
And the
Loose ideologies of fascist faces;
the lost race of running racists.
For I am;
No limits, no boundaries
And in simple eloquence
A life that will be lived.
My life refuses to be played out,
And my story rejects being sung
In chords designed by another.
So my melanin speaks;
See me and hear me
No need to fear me.

Fimisola-Samuel

A beautiful mourning.

The morning begins
with beautiful whispers of winds strolling by
broken by the piercing chirpings
of bone bored merciless birds.
Your shadow hugs the wall
a beautiful silhouette
she whispers to me;
"Remain within me."
The earth quakes into ceaseless vibrations
I'm drowning
caught between the waves
waterfalls,
swallowing each drop of rain;
she leaves me vulnerable
and it ain't no shame.

The day continues
with the staccato of raindrops against my windshield,
the mellow bassline hum of the wipers
lost in trance;
an unperplexing euphoria
a subconscious refusal
of the beautifully distorted reality
unraveling before me
- Blink,
I too gently squeeze beneath
the warm sheets,
of a rather short 12 wheeler.

I hear the melisma
it's Corrine Bailey Rae
with;
"Is This Love,
Is this love; that I'm feeling?"
Numb,
Is how it feels.
Her pearly brown skin,
wide smile,
and warm hugs
appear before me,
she loves me;
"I love her more"
I tell the nothingness around me.

The day breaks
To the familiar taste of salt;
From tiny rivers I've one too many times drank,
the beeping counts of my heartbeat
Ah! There she was,
drowning in that same river.
She looks at me,
smiling, visibly disturbed.
Nothing could be said
but nothing could be more.
"Stay with me," she says,
like when "within me"
She tells me to stay.
Would have wanted nothing more,
but it was all I couldn't do.
She rubs her belly,
Kisses me and whispers
"You left your seed within."

Fimisola-Samuel
14-4-16

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We Keep our love
In little pockets
As Honey bees,
We glow like Fireflies
In the summery evening
Of the Nigerian rainy season;
Loving you,
Is beautifully easy.
In soliloquy
I delve into the depths of myself;
Weird,
To see yourself within yourself
And realising
No reflection is more true.
Walled by gates of emotions
To which someone else
Possess the keys,
She unlocks and locks them
However she would please
But that's no bother -
Pretty please,
It makes a well-formed tease.
Like Chai
Silky, rich; smooth & soothing
I'm ready for this beginning of no ending.
Even in the distance
And tempests to withstand
It all simply makes me understand
Like the snail and its shell
Nothing is more beautiful;

O.re. o.kan mi (the friend of my heart)
E.ni a f'o.wo. o.la ke. t'o f'iwa s.'e.s.o. (one nurtured by the hand of wealth but who is beautified by her character)

Than knowing together,
we still stand;
Today, tomorrow and always.

15-Aug-2016
Fimisola-Samuel

The way

The way you make me smile
I could walk a million miles
feeling nothing,
but butterflies all the way;
as they run along the bougainvillea,
in my belly deep.
Their vibrant colours
the way thinking of you makes me feel,
in the dreamy state of pastel colours
one day we seal
and the other, we open,
with a kiss good morning.
Beautiful hues of purple
as the morning shimmers
with stolen reflections of you
mottled across the room,
black, sheep fine wool for a crown,
alluring scents of a jasmine bush.
Imperfect lines,
that make for beautiful curves
your lips form an innocent smile,
you like the way I feel,
tumescent.
How everything you are,
you share,
and how you deeply care
beyond the realms of the good, bad, and ugly
if I lost all sight
not even in the dead of the night
will any star, outshine you.
O.re. o.kan mi (the friend of my heart)
e.ni bi o.kan mi (the person like my heart)
No one else,
brings as much calm and joy  
the way that you do.

Happy Valentine's beautiful.

Fimisola- Samuel
1/15/2016

Surrender

We dive into controversy
A deep divide;
Conurbation of trumpeting rioters
Housed in a heart reduced to smoke,
She speaks;
Her words make you choke.
As you try to finagle freedom
You watch yourself,
Debased below the nothingness
she at the very least, thinks you are.
For a moment;
You die,
And as she rains;
You awaken,
and of all the noise in the air,
Nothing could be more mordant.
So you endure a couple more lines
Resolve into the safety of your silence
She finds it deafening
No, no; unsettling
She forks out some more
And somehow you manage to think;
Had she been more passionate
When we fuck;
She, the venom of your life,
must not know this thought.
Yes, she; the love of your life,
She walks in & you surrender.

Fimisola-Samuel
5 May 16