The memories of the shooting
Stars
Clinged to the wall of our souls
Putting out the old wounds and scars.
As we watched the sun set, embracing the soft air at twilight
Enjoying the tales of when we first met.
Pointing at the beautiful stars at night.
As we hoped for dreams to come chase us
After we've shuffled off this mortar veneer
.
Dearie, I see the dawn of pellucide in your eyes
The shining of pearls on your skin I remember.
Be well! My adeiu isn't forever
Maybe if am lucky I will end up
In your arms


©2017
drunk poet (David balogun)

There was a man blown in by the east wind
He was never late for a feast
His liquor always at his heartbeat
.
He walks clumsily like the wizard of the West
His clothes filled with holes in their
Fleets
He sought comfort but hunger precedes him
His hope is charmed with the light Of the sun
He dreamt  of chasing the sky into the ocean
He has no friend to lean on
Alas! He would put a smile on
.
But his soul chirps like a cricket
A complete waste his life has been like water in a basket!
So he died! Who is to be blame?
Oh! It's such a shame!
Only that his laziness was too phat and lame

Life is a struggle
A place where no one goes without a cut
This I wonder looking up to the hill before me
The hill of age!
.
Could this be a disease ?
As each strand of my dark hair refashioning into grey
.
Could this be an aliment?
My dimples renovating to wrinkles
My skin losing his smoothness
.
Could this be amnesia?
My brain on strike?
My memories are fading like sunshine at twilight
.
Climbing the hill age
Full of struggles like a
Tapper climbing a palm tree
Climbing the hill
To join the ancestors
Climbing the hill to
Begin the journey to the another phase!

My hands are heavy
Heavy with aspirations of this world
Like a lady with ample ambition
Beneath thee my body lies
Above thee my soul rise
Air full with elegy
Like smokes beneath mother's ***
As I journey up to the ancestors
To join the prepared feast
Drinking ale with them from curved horns
They would bask in the tales of my triumph
A hero is gone!!
So I would smile through the gates of Valhalla!!!

Death

The ominous wind

That blows from the north

Collector of women's wrapper

Exposing their dangling breast

To tears

.

Death

The mythic Eagle

That hovers in the sky

Abnegator of mother's cries

Scaring off children like “ojuju”

In the dark

.

Death

The shadowed beast

Giver of tears

Lurking in the dark

Laying ambush for innocent souls

.

Death

A blessing to the old

A cause to the young

Messager of light

Servant of the dark

He hunts at night!

Feasts by the day

Time triangle
.
Time
The pyramidial form bewilders me
It's main focus set in my blury eyes
The triton of fate on which
The  destiny of my feeble soul lies
Of what answers to my poor
Soul seems to seek
.
When will my soul disappear?
Like the smoke from an old man's pipe
Vanishing into the clouds like it never existed
When will I pass from this physical life?
To embark on the  journey to the pillars of the  the world
My soul trembles because he know not bout his departure!
.
How will my soul evanescence?
Like stars fading away to avoid the day
Leaving no traces on the skylines
My soul troubles because he know not about his departure!
.
Where will I die?
Bidding farewell to this world!
Like young bride saying goodbye to
His fathers house
My soul grief for he know not about
His exit!

Balogun David
Drunk

The man I met on my journey
Around the the world
His Shadow at every corner
A voracious being, dexterous with his teeth
His ears only obey the demand of his belly
Mouth litterd with unchewed crumbs
From previous meals
.
A sluggard gait he had
Plumpy and grumpy
Each meal jumping in ready anticipation
A heavy-handed aspiration for his unsatisfied hole
.
"I won't choke"  He stereotyped
I must have it all! I will have it all
Man and his vain aspiration
Only for the profit of the mouth