A Bird's Eye View

Is your world a little less plastic?

Dead to your ideologies

Old and rustic?

Or is it much flatter than your selfish mind

Revolving around you and the several like your kind?

That use, reuse, wash and destroy

Never seeking to employ

But all sorts of discrimination and tactical evasion deploy.

Shh...Quiet,

The rugal folds as you watch from above, made of mangroves and hills.

The Cars like sprawling ants of different colours

File behind each other like a line at the till

And nothing is more beautiful

Than life itself.

As Yellow gold drops, pearmeate the atmosphere

Like grating a big fat orange - zest everywhere.

it keeps spinning,

The same cycle everyday

Day after day, we age

Slowly fading away like the green on Autumn's leaves

And I wonder,

What is there to life anyway?

Its beauty that we cannot see

Because we're busy

Fighting wars across the sea

Universally

- Peace,

She is still missing.

And unity has gone astray.

Love, is a stranger in her home

Yet in the land of the brave

Daily fear - our daily bread

Of seen battles within

And the unknown ones

Posed by the rest of the world

That to her remains largely unknown.

Life, What is it worth?

A strange person's penny?

Or the blood diamonds that flirt with our fingers?

Is your world still flat?

Chicago - 17-Jan-2015 Photo by Fimisola Samuel

Fimisola Samuel

17/1/2015

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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