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Dike Aduluso May 2019
Do you know what you’d see in a broken mirror?
A different view from each piece that calls itself whole
You’d see a thousand stories begging to be told
Each prosed on the jagged faces of scattered souls
Warring against the sight you were meant to behold

You’d see cunning wiles amongst the broken bits
A faithful few whose light would sing your praise
Would sing a broken tune and would all your truth belie
And a piece on which no flaw could hold a gaze
Is but a piece of you no more than meets the eye

So why probe on bended knees and battered hands
Why strain with reddened eyes and hopeful plea
Through scattered shards of a shattered view
In hopes of sunken dreams that should never be
For but a tattered guise that was never true

You’ll find no peace in pieces of your truth
In pieces once part of a whole before the fall
The perfect whole in whose light you were made
A light that crowns the true you fairest of all
And the only you that need ever be portrayed

Within a broken mirror lies a broken world
Of broken dreams it seems, and a broken you
So flee from all that would see your light misplaced
And shut your eyes against every mangled view
Even if the lies for a time are sweet to taste

Because within a broken mirror you’d see everything
Everything but you.
#identity #self #you #faith #hope #peer pressure #conformity #society
  Jan 2019 Dike Aduluso
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
  Jan 2019 Dike Aduluso
when a poet falls in love with you
you can never die
they will notice the way
you rub your palms and look down
when someone is angry at you
and the way you smirk
as you pull away from a kiss

they will notice how you can't sleep
without your body touching someone else's
how you never crease any pages of books
and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen
with your record player on

they will find all of the words
that they see you as
and turn them into something beautiful

people say you die twice
once when you stop breathing
and when someone says your name
for the last time

if you fall in love with a poet
they will never stop
mentioning your name
you will be alive
for eternity
  Jan 2019 Dike Aduluso
Jasleen kalra
And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.
Dike Aduluso Jan 2019
It came from cloudless blue
No herald of its fall
Was served as heaven’s brew
To quench the thirst of all
To give to morn its dew
And cause to tiller’s prance
To wet dry ground anew
With peace, joy, song, and dance

A peace of spotless white
Urged warring halves to join
As weary eyes did sight
The gleam of nature’s coin

A joy of love’s consent
Burned bright from empty core
As ailing nose did scent
The rise of petrichor

A song to woe's distaste
From voice of grateful praise
As thirsting tongue did taste
The ale of favour's daze

A dance of festive tier
On soles of arid sores
As shutting ears did hear
The tune of Angels' scores

A comfort so surreal
Set last of five to race
As numbing nerves did feel
The warmth of wet embrace

It came from cloudless blue
As touch of God’s good hand
To bid fierce drought adieu
With child for barren land
Who looks not to years past
But thanks the Lord laid bare
Having found at long last
The one for whom to care
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