"The Thing" - quivers from gods.

His eyes roll back and the nape of his neck tenses.
The triangle of his neck, stretches.
His arms; flex, as his fists he clenches.
He is firmly locked in place.
Stiff as a rod, he falls off the chair.
Rapidly, his eyelids begin twitching.
The air they displace; almost palpable.
With the strength of a thousand men,
He proceeds to moving his arms back and forth.
Sinking in fear,
I sought for my friend.
I call out his name,
knelt beside the small doorway of his;
I was received by the white of his eyes.
Unsure and terrified,
I can see as he foams in the mouth.
My friend,
he was not there,
in that helpless body of his.
And as he danced ferociously
to the disturbing but quiet tunes of his mind,
a gentle chaos ensues
as our classmates scurry away.
“The thing has entered him again.”
One of us says.
My hands between his head and the concrete floor,
I can hear their minds and mine wonder;
whatever was it that possessed me
not to fear the wrath of the gods
as they dealt my friend a handsome number.
Had I known what I now know today,
As my hands cradled his head over a decade and half ago,
He is having a seizure, I’d explain.

Seizures are not arrows and the gods are not to blame
#neurology #Neurological disorder.

4^th Feb 2021
Fimishola-Samuel

Morning Glory

Arise,
to the quiet sweeps of fingers
strolling across the forearm boulevard
gentle whirlwinds of increasing diameter;
“Morning.”
The imposing stance of a Quebracho,
a fine piece of timber.
Quality response,
to match that vocal timbre.

Entrancing scents of Black Opium,
silhouettes skirted by shadows;
together,
dancing into the still of the night.
Celestial bodies perfectly align;
the tides are right
and off her chariot of fire,
she gracefully alights.
“A good morning to you too.”

Fimishola-Samuel
2/19/2021

Petals

Sun kissed skin
exotic like Ranunculus
fine as soot;
I’m amazed by your charm.
Daily sliver of sooth
you soothe my soul
beautiful pink Magnolia,
my good luck charm.
The friend of my heart
and wind beneath my wings
I hope you always know;
you’re a very perfect gift.

Fimiṣola- Samuel
6 Sep 2017

Love letters

If Valentines are the equivalent of a gentle rain, love letters have all the power and unpredictability of a tropical storm
- Jennifer Williams.

So let me take it from the T,
and write you a letter that would tinge your spine the colour of Eros
as I run my fingers through the thick curls of your tousled crown;
Primrose, Jasmine and English marigold.
I dream;
just to lay with you, each and everyday,
even until we grow old.

Shh...I'm so in love with you, there is neither describing nor defining it.
The thought of life with you;
the fun of it all, with you in whom I've found the one; arrgh..., mesmerising.
Hmmn...Touch me,
Cos with you, perfect is today, tomorrow and always.

Hold your breath gentle one.
Wrap your hands around you, yes you.
My drug, the perfect high.
Celestial drops of honeydew,
the spice of sauvignon rouge
the breathy vibrato of champagne
the joy of losing myself in you,
culminating into the fresh of moscato;
It is peace like riesling.
Creating we in the mix,
bearing perfect ideas through life's beautiful helix;
she has your nose and he my hands.

The euphoria, just sitting before my textbooks
my ears listening to the sound of your kiss
as your hands lift my cheeks
a beautiful phantasmagoria no money can buy.
I can't help smiling;
I have found my way.
The friend of my heart
whose love sees past the safety of my front
reaching behind the walls of my flaws
intruigued by my imperfect love
before whom I'm naked; truth, unafraid.
Madame allure, you're so damn riveting.

Fimiṣọla-Samuel
18 Feb 2018

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