Iwin

As the sun goes down

Man sighs, blissfully as ever

He eyes his day’s deeds

“Tomorrow brings accomplishments”

He said, unaware that somewhere

In the sands, air or water

"Iku" secretly smiled,

Knowing it is yet less another day

before he strikes

Iku is the Yoruba deity who determines the time of death.

As the golden fingers of the sun

Recedes into the belly of the evening sky

My tear-bathed eyes looked,

Seeking pebbles of happiness

Amidst rocks of mystery and fear

Searching for droplets’ harmony

That drifts in the river of chaos.

The quietness of the evening breeze

Wafts a chant of the old warriors

Swaying to the jarring tune

Stiff-leggedly rowing to the rhythm

Hoping for nothing, dreaming no dreams

All the time silently chanting chants

Waiting to hear the voice of silence.

Thanks for the help :)

Tonight I shall prove my love

The tales I long told

I am here to show are true

If you my hand hold

We both shall go to places

Far, near my darling

We shall bring the moon, the sun

On Milky Way dancing

Let’s go where history is made

To make real our dream

To the pulse of stars that shine

And rainclouds that beam

I know the way the steps go

Put your hands in mine

And when the morning comes

I’d still be here my darl’

How in itself

Our life seems

But a moment

We are here merely

To fill a timeline

We are but a ray

Amidst the zillions

Of fingers of the sun

We are a drop

In a ocean of waters

Each a leaf in the

Forest of life

We crave length

And seek rhythm

We create cycles

But forget it is

Only the moments

The momentous

Transient awe

That of which

Cannot be frozen

In time or words

And cannot be

Created, expected

Or replicated

That of which

Happens on us

With not our make

Nor wise schemes

Is the sole essence

And silent aim

Of our wanderings.

If you see me win

It is not luck

If you see me lose

Do not mock

Its all because I choose to live

If you see me cry

Do not pity

If you see me smile

Do not envy

Its all because I choose to live

If you see me now

Embrace me

If you no longer see me

Forget me

or remember me

It will not matter whatever you

choose to do.

I wanted to live

Yet I continued to die

I wanted to die

So I continued living

I wanted to just be

Nor alive, nor dead

Only so I could loiter

And with mermaids, banter

Frisking in the deep of seas

So I could with cloud fly

And dine in the air with silvereye

And in the morning dew, burnish

I wanted to just be

Nor dead, nor alive

But tonight I cannot.

Not sure if it will make a poem and I have no idea for a title, thanks for your comments.

in economics.

Left Behind THE MIRROR

One day I was walking

In front of a mirror, surprised

I saw another me, he did as I

Even wore same clothing

I took a closer look, he did same

Then as I lost interest in it, him

He grabbed at me from within

The mirror, the horror and shock

Swallowed all my resistance

In an instant I was pinioned

Behind the mirror, I saw my captor

Dusted his sleeves of same shirt

As the one I had on, I did same

As on cue, in my trance I disappeared

As he left for wherever he went.

The Truth Shall Make You Mad

I shed smiles

And cried tears searching

For pen to berth my cerebrations

I arrived here jaded, weary

Hands and heart empty

I kicked against my fate

And thrashed my destiny

Amidst unworthy mates in places

Spoken of in hushed voices

I had myself hid

I threw me away

And left me for forgotten

Only to come see me rise, thrive

And glow through debris

And dying grasses

Poetry has not healed me

It is the fatal contagion I am

Blessed never to be cured of

I have wished for a lesser me

And gotten the me I got

Through the eyes of my pen

I see and know some moments of calm

Even in the throes of my calamity

I embrace and love my destiny

On her bosom, I sleep at nights

I heal knotting verses

On the hems of my friends pants

On the paths to truth and beauty

Threading swamps of darkness

Led by maps never drawn

Each time I heal

The cure, I seek again as I am the bug

This truth I know and know too— that

Ye shall know thy truth and

Thy truth shall make thee mad.

They ask me why I listen to music of the old

I answered “we will all get old soon”

They say I live in despair

I said “like miracles every man’s woes finds him eventually”

And now they are asking “why can’t you find love”

In reply I said, “Like every crook, like every saint, I love”

I love to love

I love the sons of men and theirs sons

I love greatly their daughters too

More than the common man could, I love

And was and is always loved

While I learned “twinkle twinkle” I gathered stars

On cloudy nights I pluck these stars from the pockets of my heart and paint them on the pages of heavens

I collected smiles on the path to my grand father’s farm and trapped them in my tender palms

I fell in love first with the lilies then, the whiteness of their petals

The cranes showed me the sun—

I committed passing rhymes of clouds unto my eyes

The orange of twilight showed me the ambiance of dawn and schooled me in the art of bringing forth what never was

One afternoon, when I was yet a child I found rainbow—

I craved beauty

I searched and searched; through the leaves of my father’s books and the faces of my peers, I looked at peaks of hills and peered into the depth of our ancestor's rivers but she was not to be found

One morning

Long after I stopped looking

Beauty revealed herself to me

While looking at things unseen, I saw her

I was a child one moment, the next I became a MAN.

Your hands on my nape

Mine on your waist

Closer, tighter

I hold you in my arms

Closer still

Our breasts

Our lips, our hips

Our bodies melt together

We became one

As our hearts synced, paced

Then rise and fall in solemn rhythm.

Get brave

Get brave

Crave, crave

For more

Cry "encore"

The warmth

The beat of our hearts

They melt into music

A classic

So rise

Let us dance

Time and tide

Has found you and I

From left to right

Let us roll and sway

Its alright

This way.

One quiet morning

I took myself away from here

Then flung me far

Through the façade of today

Into the frontage of ‘morrow

There I found an old man

He stood aloof, musing

His eyes were wise, they glister

His delicate fingers

Were honey colored

He came across as one

Who’s threaded slippery ground and fell

Who’s waddled swamps and sunk, and

Rose and scaled mountains

He seems as who was forged

To be and live alone

On closer look

I found the guy was me.

& Happier

All day

I forgot to eat

It is 2 a. m

& I have forgotten to sleep too

I lay on my bed

& counted the dots on the ceiling

My sleepless eyes

Remembered that

I cannot will myself, to be

Nor be happy;

As time has made me

Older, thus uglier

Wiser and sadder

So I pray the gods

To attenuate my perception

& tame my instincts

That I may be less wise

& happier.

Or tell me where I can download it legally.

She woke up saying i told her certain things at night... I did not see her throughout yesterday.

Is this a serious mental illness?

What is the brand name of the drink.

On my 2009 birthday

On my 2009 birthday

I made a mistake, I blinked

When I opened my eyes

It was 2010, February 20

I instinctually knew I had grown

I woke up very old this morning

I knew I had grown

faster in the past one year

Than all my time on here

I dashed to the mirror in the corridor and

Checked my hairs for grays

None was there, I sighed

I remembered, I

Have lost and won

Smiled and cried

I have been in love and so on

I saw kindness

Even wickedness

I was serious and unserious

Sometimes I feel I don’t belong;

I concluded you can’t be too serious

With this life;

Our world is a stage

Life is a transitory comedy

Where all actors must die

The good, yes the bad too.