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Bible: open port

We are writing this book

Our own bible

Our own version

Our own voice and comments

Blues, reds and more blues

We had the old book to sit down to

Now we barely stand, hunched 

spines all curved out

Typing and capturing our souls

into bits and data warehouses

I think further down the line

when we are no longer around

and only but cord away from disconnect

The masters of illusion, will then

plug a future generation into a different port

A new improved and container socket

will that future look back and read our bible with glee?

Our stories of gigantic feats and leaps

Our versions of stupendous bleak and failures 

Living things finding ways to morph into phone screens

Is that a magic wand or an apple from a phone?

Creatures of ai springing instantly from pink-red blocks

Fear peddlers shouting from Truth churches

Upright men failing and breaking their founders neck

Pretoria women silenced from the blooming hills

Spies and snakes

shape shifting into leaders of the sun gods

In all,

What we write now is laid bare 

waiting for those that will come in front.

Star Lights

Fast forward

Everything in ones twos

Pace of a matador facing red

Our legs barely land

Then soar

Our bodies left behind

Watching as we rise

Stars lighting up the night sky

Moon illuminating our minds

In this moment

Whether we stumble

or

kiss at the start of rain

No matter 

Only after 

The aftertouch

Hands locked

blemishes on knuckles

Sunlight burns

and mortal sins

Only after

When we return

Back onto bodies

will we feel and realize

that the longest part of life

lies away from these hearts.

Fall3n

Sometimes, wings appear

Barring teeth cutting gum

the blind closes

Night visions, illuminated eyes

A horn next

Crossing the line

Many times I feel

like hell and heaven

kicked me out and

closed both doors

.

Divine feeling

words on lips

when we kiss

The devil I mean

Her eyes locked on mine

Sky pact, when we bleed

Gives us the space to tangle

Stronger connection

Knock me off!

knock me down

I’ll hold on

While we rise

Same high same sight

when our Eyes do meet

..

A closed channel

No one dials in

Except me

And I like it that way

I stay and revel

In the ease of evil

drops of rain when I laugh

dark moments, I swim

gray clouds, I submerge

The energy, I savor

every drip, please on tongue

Livvin

Around the city

The noise of celebration

Looting! some call it

I don’t care

We’re here

Standing on bricks

We’re here

Concocting smoke bombs

Dazy sights, throat coughed up

We are here

focused

fighting

restless

through the confusion

of this new age:

pilling old constricted adages

down, on and over our souls

Beyond skin

Finding love in different eras

To be free from the within

Finally after so long

Yeah! at night like this

The moon runs into hiding

The wind, effortlessly brave

Soothing with ambition

finds the well: infinite

And the Youth will drink

To forge a new voice

bringing all out from extinction

Fathers of the Beautyful Ones

Easy to find the bad in people

Harder to point a good spot in the dirt

The land rummaged with vile and hurt

Misunderstanding turning into battle wounds

Mistakes forgotten

Forgiveness never asked

Hoping for acceptance

Souls all caught in a web

Spiral, when we dance

In a bottle, Gulliver’s romance

Sun color, fake blinding

Tell me more

These walls do speak

Of my history

Of Badagry

Right from the ledge

into wooden moving houses

See!

the cleaner spots

I refused

Easier to continue

Hence, I’ll stop

In the tradition of forever

I seek and keep on

Black skin under the catacombs

Souls buried within encrusted diamonds

On foreign fingers and border necks

To further and protect?

Maybe! Until the day comes

when the beautiful ones are finally born

Simple World: black balance

Random: at our core. We grow up understanding this basic principle of life. For example, the idea of power; Our tribe-culture understands the diversity of what the word brings but we don’t dwell on that bad knowledge in past tense form, we grow up seeing, speaking, dancing, feeling, eating with the two sides of power at equal lengths. The infiltration and desimation of our culture has broken that stability so much we stand fully with the yin, the controlled. The yang; uncontrollable side we have blindly left, that’s why I believe we are stuck in this revolving control system never accounting for the balance that will come. I think for our balance to scale back to the middle, we lots must face real time repercussions of dwelling in the yin for this long.

Reflection and Reintroduction

Three Kings

Of different ages

Lineage stretching back to Anoha

No chains

No adages

No cowries

Streamed down by oral droplets

Spoken through mountain peaks

Through ridges and wide spaces

Marks, Spears, hair twisting

Fire, feet warming

Circle, from top of huts

Into cell molecules

Souls transfused through sight

Off beat, Offbeat

One and one

One plus two

One snap, pause

Then another

Three Kings

Stretching past the Nile

Blue necks, blue hair

Different centre

Same spirit

All three Searching for one answer

Her reply to their quest

Events of Earth Move in Cycles

At that time

I saw it all

I tell you

My eyes were shut

Still, I saw everything

The beginning

My beginning

In form of an egg

Light piercing through

Giving me life

I was awakened

Surreal like art, past

I was there

Alive

Reborn to a new point

Lines of old ventured memories

Scribbled, printed onto my palms

To remind and guide

I saw all

I tell you

I saw everything

The creation of Erinwmin

Mother welcoming

Like a gush of wind

Dragging fast past the stars

Like a race

Head on collision

Blurs of space

Burning stories onto my spirit

I saw all

I really must say

All was seen

Boundless space of infinite existence

breaking through Saturn rocks

Brought to a summation

To now

A place called earth

Yes, I must tell

before time had a name

we of the energy constellation

existed

breathing along side

the planets

forms, all made whole by the one and true Osanobua

 

Light of the Land

What is heaven to you?

When you close your eyes?

What do you see?

I see peace in colors

I feel the breeze

I know God is speaking

Like the old Gold Coast

Nomads settled

In tribal beads

Future unknown

Yet praises touching the sky

Underneath, earth awakened early

Far from carnality

Technology in trees and birds

The sun telling time

Huts forming circle

Fire only a tool

Seeds sowing

Children harvesting

A heaven always close to my heart

 

 

Sand, Shells and Red Corals

Clusters of distant souls

All bright shinning

Star light years ahead

Retelling existence

Origins beyond books

Crystal bells ringing

Adding to the hue

of sparkling red

Blue waters, mesmerizing 

Ancient tales told in energy

Sang by the angels of Osanouba

Holders of the beginning 

Creators of the ends of time