A man asked me to help him stop smoking cigars
I told him to eat a pack of rat a day
Two days of madness
Crazy Poseidon
Living Times, dying times
You got the princess in dresses
I leave them in messes
Author Archives: Uyi
I write
The People
The choir sings
Louder, the cries rings
Lonely folks, hopeful nemo
The strength of yoga
The living heard
By the stream
Flowing without the taste for high
The gift of water
Transparent, till its marred with hate
Soonest the day will be bright
Gold Gold
Is that all you cry for?
Well, I know of an incurable affection
Forged through your own fire
Shaped like your dreams
A precious gem
Mineral for your soul
Wadayo
Emblems of the water culture
Future, present in their hands
At heart, on ground
Bumping shoes, stirring heat
A will from the sun
Harmattan blessed
The set time of cleansing
The children of karma
Wishing rain was dew
A fresh, a new
A float, in pain
Root in faith
March and talk
The catch of fire
The cream to tea
The gift of birth
The seed of growth
A child of joy
A Pit Bull Morning
Plastered with a rough beard and a scruffy look; the man probably in his late fifties gently held the lease on Ritta’s neck. With delight Ritta opened her mouth wide open happily receiving the sky’s cozy warmth. She had a brown and white fur, and her eyes carelessly moved from one unknown object to the other. Those large bright eyes of hers said it all. She was in good place and the love she had for her owner flowed effortlessly. Mr. fifties, as I often called him was not the picture-perfect owner, nor was he clean or well-kept. He had a faint odor which smelt like a hot afternoon carried deep away from the south. Unlike her owner, Ritta did not have any distinctive odor, in fact she smelt surprisingly better than Mr. fifties. Her toe-nails were well-groomed and her fur was silk-like smooth.
“I don’t know where my sister got Ritta from, but I love this dog, man,” Mr. fifties said. After which, he and Ritta began their walk back to whence they had come from.
Early in the morning with the sun still nowhere to be found, Ritta and her owner strolled down the quiet empty road while the cars refused the light of day and the birds talked about nectar and berries.
away with you
Sweet sweet morning
Month of rainfall
Now we’re awake
Smooth caramel, crushed almonds
We can escape the sun
And run through the coming
Of night
Higher goes your heart
Beating, heaving
To the sky, bright blue
Burning in sapphire fire
Making sweet jams
Recording moments
Love scenes
Throwing clothes
Primal art, they call it
I say it’s just the two of us
The higher we rise
The softer your lips gets
So I must return to your heart
To find the road of red
Wait, before we crave the taste of peaches
Let’s burn the candle bright
Because, the dew has become the moth
Dreams Followed
Distorted beats
Stapled Rhymes
Living in rags
Mind blessed
Un-acquired henny
Tide swinging
Swishing in shark bite
Wine lunging
Smooth rolling
Free cruising
Losing ends
Lashing luck
String from a bag
A self-maintained
Just another soul regained
Tribal Thirst (SW)
Heart to sleeves
Pact of wolves
Chilled anthems
Scattered verbatim
The world, word
Staining the proud, loud
Dirty road
Maybe crowded, padded
Word of the proud
Crystal hound
Believing the void that dropped
Selective thirst
Words, the lost stole
Origin, the ones that held
Seconds dropped, voices laid
Shower spending, timing Skype
The Same (SW)
Slow cut-offs
The walk alone
The shape of your smile
Glowing from the cloth of night
Heart teaser
It’s love like this
That makes a man fly back
To a place where your touch is absent
O, I thought you were gone
You said it yourself
Then
But now,
Your shelf is full of orders written in my name
Never change
Change is no longer needed
Cos with you
It’s the same
Rain or starry stars
We the same
Remaining the one we once loved
Midnight Intermission
“There” she pointed
“Further past the blue moon”
“Past the sleeping mountain of Red”
“Where death is known”
“My people claim the richness from gold and silver”
“Where are you from?” she firmly asked.
“I hail from the Land of Ododo”
“Where the beasts answer to my name”
“Behind the hills of the Red”
“A place where peace binds us all”
“I keep the balance of good and death”
“In my land there is beauty”
“Their eyes do not speak of death”
“A land blessed by the god of the morning”
“A man with a god”
“In all my time of this earth, no man has mentioned of a god such as yours”
“You speak like a man beyond this life”
“I am no mere man”
“My blood, my soul”
“Lady of the night, you have surely possessed me” He proclaimed
“So have you, strange man from Ododo”
“You have grown on me”
“As I have on you”
“Come with me to my land” he begged
“I offer not gold but the gift of the red moon”
“You talk of strange words”
“I come from a land I must return to”
“I have men many to be one with”
“Then why did you run away”
“What do you fear?”
“Ask me no more till the morning passes”
“For the back is rested and ready for grass”
SIMPLE WORLD 