Precious beautiful

Amazing is who you are
Awesome, is what you are.
Sexy is how you act
Appealing, is your art.
Playful are your thoughts
They're generous with no buts.
Brown are your eyes
They satisfy I.
Interesting are your goals
Vivid pleasures lay in your moan.
Curvaceous is your butt
It caresses my thoughts.
Soft is your touch
It warms like dry scotch.
Soothes like a rose
I pour, like a hose.
Some rambunctious attitude
But always exuding gratitude.
It drives me to higher altitudes
I lose all aptitude.
Decently indecent
It's undisputedly tumescent.
My Precious beautiful,
That's all you.

-Fimisola, Samuel.
Jan 21, 2013

Rain

Friendship; it's a bit like rain
With no reason
Comes and goes in and out of season.
It's beautiful
when the fresh drops first kiss your face
Dissolving the salt of your skin
As it rolls down your cheek
Such tingling of desire
O what peace.
As more drops fall flat on your head
Opening up like daffodils in the sun
You gently feel its frigid cold
Covered up in the lacy pearls of deep blue raciness.
It wraps you up in it's overwhelming caress
touching you in places you never perceived or permitted
While you grapple to sustain your exposed nakedness
It's incomprehensible the sustained wickedness.
Suddenly it stops
you're left alone to seek shelter for your bereaved soul
Drowning in a pool of your own
You can taste the salt
As it crystallises a trophy
For every moment you thought you together owned.
Friendship; it's a bit like rain
Abounds in its season
And scarce with the summer days
When the grueling heat of reality sets in
Slowly every drop evaporates away
The dryness is left to sort its infertility-deserted.
When it pours by the river banks
Slow to merge with what seems to be it's likeness
And then forks out at tributaries
To part ways
As widely spaced as when they first came.
Friendship; it's a bit like rain
it pours truth
it needs no defending
There is no end
To how careless it is with itself.
And so it floods
then leaves crystal clear
The damage it's made.
Truth is, we're only loyal
until the next better offer
And just like rain we drift away,
heal beneath the sun
and come back
Only when the clouds are right.
Friendship; it's a bit like rain.

Fimisola-Samuel
9-7-2013

feeling good

Feeling good is when your words caress my ears
Feeling good is when my lips kiss your tears.
Feeling good is how your mind hears my cry
Feeling good like when we combine, flavourful; you and I.
Feeling good is every time we think alike
Feeling good is how I like what you like.
Feeling good is when I close my eyes and dream it's you
Feeling good is when I wake and breathe by you.
Feeling good is in how you pray for us
Feeling good is knowing we care about us.

Fimisola-Samuel

You are so "Phy-ne"

You are so phy-ne,
it's beyond completion
more in the realm of perfection.
Your beauty; mind, body and soul-
has a predilection,
towards the attraction-Of,
things of a positive nature
I like how you are cultured;
like your walk, talk and actions.
Your life's direction,
a sophisticated culture.
Desire for the finest
yet unselfish and simplistic.
Through your eyes,
my thoughts are in perfect realism,
a kaleidoscope framed in euphoria,
great hedonia,
I'm dissociated from the realistic,
lost in a world gated by your lipstick.
Im a biscuit
or better still a dipstick,
dying to be dipped in the-
endless flavours of your innumerable colours,
wild cherry odours
watch me race though those doors,
leave them ajar
we drive free and far
Just you and I.
'Cos I like who we are
sunk in love with the thoughts-
of what we can become;
like an item; better, best and beyond it-
Imagine what we'd create
laying within a four poster
Lawd such fine fruits from such beautiful roots-you,
Precisely.
Looks are a complimentary shade,
I like that you care about it
But are not all about it
Love that you walk tall with shoulders high
Not a single sigh
Not an element of pride.
Yeah, I'm Missing that smile
That fuels my daily miles

Nostalgia

Tasting the sweetness of your words resound
I forget myself in your world
But you already disappeared
And left a dying diabetic
In my mind, I look in your eyes
Blinded by the pain of unanswered whys’

How bitter the sting
To know to hear the song you sing
You gave my very own
To be left with none
After several voices that warned
Of course the voices were ill formed
Since it was norm we only listened
When our voices echoed in cacophony.

Okay let’s watch from outside and critique
I can certainly see how planning with me;
Was cold, long and bleak
But would you admit;
Our foundations were weak.
Oh the smiles on our faces
when I see it's pretty orange face tick
We lost sight of what mattered
And sunk into a show of individuality
A party of idiosyncrasies
What happened to the sum that equalled us?

I’ll tell the truth and admit
I feel as though an island sat alone
And before driving me loony
Projected from my thoughts 
The memories of the beauty in seeing you smile
It’s rejected by my mind
Deprived of its vitality;
That-which came from you,
I realised, it isn’t missed
By the skin; it chose to scorch.

While I wonder if you know
Though it appears so you chose
One thing I had failed to realise
I guess my biggest regret
Is seemingly how the ugly
Is beauty at its simplest.
Beetroot red
Sorry for all the wrong that was said
While I keep memories of us alive
I wouldn’t be lying
Keeping missing you suppressed.

"...things end, memories barely ever...
And sometimes you miss the memories more..."

I told my story

I am free
like the song bird on a tree.
Today i told my story
to a wall with three listening ears,
I said the days were bitter
they said you walked out your fears
out the terrors of the night
away from the memoires of horror-,
I am free.
Free like the winds of forgiveness
but im sinking in the inability to forget.
You handed me life drops in a cup
and forced them through my tiny hiccups
you patronise me with kind words and gifts
sadden me with words of your reflection
and then you do it all over again
till you derive a joyful expression.
but I am free.-
Free like the edge of a river
dying to spill into the endless sea
I died long ago, in one named emotion,
revived today, still sitting in a pool-of 'hemotions'.
Hate flowing in my vein
as i hoped and pray you'd feel such pain
but didn't I forgive you already
but i forget, because of the horror
I see in the mirror
each day i awake -
from a night time of terror.
But I am free
free from my blood, pooling with hate
hoping to see your brian deflate
watch you bleed
through all the orifice my eyes could find
but of what good are you
if to life you were blind?
after all I turned out pretty well for myself
not a  single imbalance
I am free
from the years of hate, self hate
and wondering how life would equate
if your undignifying act abates,
but i want you and your cowardly likes to see;
I told my story
to a wall with three listening ears
and Im free and you're forgiven,
may the Lord help me forget.

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.