Dark lover

Dark lover Mar 2020

He have been walking on a track,
A mountainous hideous tract.
A ignorantly self created track..
A tract of which the very ground beneath his feet is made of broken bottles and everything sharp..
Piercing through his feet..
Getting used to the pain already
Not very sure, he can hold on..
The bleeding under his feet, he might pass out half way..

Piercing through,

#track #hideous

Dark lover Mar 2020

Topsy-turvy

Life is like a pyramid stairs where everyone struggles to step up, some takes few steps up and drift down-up until finally and gradually they slide down ward, while some makes it to the top of the pyramid and tarry for a while before stepping down through the other part of the pyramid or steps down the same path they have paved.
But there are those never privileged to take a step...

Pyramidal melancholy.

#ups #downs #life #metaphors

Dark lover Mar 2020

Tears and Propellers.

Tears so subliminal that it quenches the scorching radiation of the sun, that it watereth the most dreary of deserts..
Tears taken from the very ocean of life,
Ocean which is the event horizon of ships..
Ships whose propellers are naught but two elements, with the given names pleasure and fear..
Two elements driven the ship thither and whither but to the nigh end..
End which is determined yet not determined, an interim end which transient into phases..

Transient between phases..

#transient #phases #determined #interim

Dark lover Mar 2020

The sunset....

Admiring the sunset with its radiating beauty, quite intriguing how it sets in ur view but to another it's still a beautiful noonday, to another it's just a rising sun.. Quite fascinating how time crawls swiftly, I found myself walking through three sunsets in oblivion, quite slow in my sight hence just turned my vision for what I could say 2 passing seconds to the North, on restoring to the west I met with a sunset again..

Starring at a beauty in its highest peak of perfection, the sunrise,

The sunset

#beauty #peak #oblivion

Dark lover Mar 2020

Conceived

Conceived
By the pleasure of the flesh and
By the the discharge of a dispersed fluid, a leech-like cloth was formed.
He was conceived in warmth void, delivered into a space betwixt paradise and hell in a night of oblivion, then baptised with all impurities of hell and paradise.
Impurities infringed from all baptism, the dominant one will determine the direction of his life...

Conceived....

#conceived #paradise #hell #dominant #impurities

Dark lover Mar 2020

If this is not love

IF THIS IS NOT LOVE..
IF THIS IS NOT LOVE, nothing else can be love..
Emotions beyond words!
Beauty beyond perception and appearance!
A luster she is, from a different dimension entire..
She is like the waters never fights but conquereth all,
Takes the form, shape of every container yet never loses her state..
Effect so strong from a distance, quite imponderable.
Orator looses his sense of speech when in contact,  audio or visual.
An entire topic of discussion conceived, changed at sight..
Mere thought of thee transforms a state completely.
Ignites all plans with just a little flu of hope from thee.
Do everything for the sake of thee even at the absence of thee..
For thy sake the world is not enough, ready to attain the other,  at least that might satisfy and assuage his inflamed desires.
Even this scribbling is not enough,  forgive and accept the token of a scribbling , cause he found no better way yet..  Still rummaging through the earth and heavens for the perfect replacement of inscriptions..
If this is not love,
Role modelling! That's an awesome understatement, thou affected his entire being, physically and spiritually.. What else can be love..
The melody of her voice sublime and caresses his entire soul..
Like the rhythm from a fine melodious masterpiece blues, she rejuvenates his positive emotions.
Blessed is thee,  thy has reconditioned all his misappropriatedly conditioned neuron associations..
Inscriptions are not worthy enough to express this feelings.

Validated..

#luster #perception #appearance

Dark lover Feb 2020

What a man..

Oh what a man among men.
What a creature among creatures.
Like a tree He remains never changing from his good ways
Even when stones where thrown at him by the very ones that enjoys It's fruit, still, it remain, even when piled from all part of him for their own purpose still he remain. Though,  the tree had no choice but this man had a choice yet stoic he was
During the day and night he stood still..
Comes rain comes sunshine he was never changing, brought fought fruits and other endowment not for his own benefit but for those around.  he was friend to all and enemy to none he was, aware of every phenomenon and occurrence around him yet never said a word of it, just allow it to pass,
Even axed down or cut down by the very once it shades from the scorching sun rays and from the rain drops and while thought they that never will he rise again, he sprung up again with the love of all, never concerned by the past records, he lived a life of absolute serenity, he never complains about anything to anyone external from his being, but the wisest of gazers will understand the complaints from the strand it form on his branches, blissful his he for even the universe appraises its good deeds, during the wind  that carries away the roof of others blow, it stood still to protect it's very own..

He his my dad

#appraisal #blissful #serenity #loveofason