What type of dance
Is this?
A movement so strange
We all looked
Like strangers
Without betrothed confidence

We heard the
Throbbing of drums
Yet our king
Dancing strangely
A foreigner's dance

The adorning of the waist
A seduction of men
Answering the call
Didn't you hear?
The king
Singing provocative songs

The beads on her waist
Dangling like serpents
Round a tree
A mystery so strange

Her gold necklace
A blinder of men
Promiscuity of his majesty
Hell awaits his surrender

A weapon of destruction
Okpala has been brought down
A mighty man falleth
At the seduction of a strange dance

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

My teacher is dead
The crackling by the classroom walls
The chalks along the hallway

The faded voices of students
The heroes of methodist high school
Repository of rejected talents
A born-throwaway
Accepting history's defeat

Exile
Our principal's cowardice
Lineage of shoes
The assembly ground we all marched

Uniforms of beauty
Tools of knowledge
An ounce of excellence
The gateman's solace

The vague of coerced dreams
Awaiting trial
Kneeling at their master
Waiting to be liberated
A sound of fantasy's cane

There have been others
Lingering in the twilight
Travelling through the walls
Methodist High School
A home of forgotten glory

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

The sweeten of nature
Giving life an edge
Tasting paradise at its fullest
Oh what a glorious sight
An awakening to the beauty
Of nature's pavilion

Behold the blue skies
Granting my eyes it's utmost splendour
A view like never before
Gracing my imagination
Drawing the cloud's curtains
Welcoming the god-crust of nature

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

A street urchin
The slums his home
An unwanted foetus
A born-throwaway
Carrying signs of vagabonds

An unlucky fellow
A seed of the night
Loveless memories
Hate be breathed

Everyone knows him
A street worker's seed
The planting of an agbeero
A drunk for the night

Like rotten eggs
A dumpling for garbage
The torment of a grieving mother
Unwanting his kind

Left to rotten
A mistake on the road
Paid for like a bargain
His coming
She hated

She bereaved at his sight
An unlucky fellow
Thrown into the night
A dumpling for garbage

#Tosanation

A sinker of souls
One's carriage,
To the afar off.
A traveller of destiny
A bright light for others

A teller of the future
The deceiving of hearts
The gateway to freedom,
Yet it imprisons many.

An auction,
Awaiting its bargainee.
The payment of souls
Families it scatters,
Yet breathing air of hope.

A killer,
Launching its pistol,
Aiming for victims,
Yet assuring many,
A tomorrow an everlasting.

Portmanteau,
You stirred me this far.
Alas,
Here is my surrender.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Does Ralia remember my face?
Baba Legba
Does his car still work at Oke-Imosan?
I left unexpectedly
I tarried with my ancestors

Bami owon,
Is Amope still crying?
I didn't tell her goodbye
Are her eyes still sour of tears?

Did Olokun come visiting?
Has he brought some fish as usual?
Maami are you still weeping?
Maami weep not

Is Kolade still a talkative?
The farm land,
Does Mokola still go there to plough?
Uncle Ajanaku,
Does he still stare at Oke-Eferon river?

My friend Arabambi,
Do you still miss me?
I am certain you still eat ebiripo
Whenever the town crier passes by,
Does he still make jest of Ajani's bow legs?

Pankelemess,
Do you still trouble your mother?
Does the brown owl
Still sit on your roof at night?
Gbolahan can't you hear me?

I am here
My ancestor's home is pretty
It has shimmer of gold
It rested upon paradise
Songs of joy I sing

My last goodbyes
Is our Kabiyesi still bedridden?
My last surrender
I am home
Yet I lay easy

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thomson

The guiding light of our lives
Our teacher, friend and counsellor
An enricher of lives
Your teachings,
A confidence for us all.

Your patience to foolishness
Your unfailing love without limit,
Giving comfort and encouragement,
Yet a disciplinarian at wrong doings.

Gift to the world
The strength of our lives
Your courageous heart,
A willer of strength for all generations.

Your unending sacrifice,
When all others are forsaking.
Your lessons taught through stories,
Giving future disciplines to many.

Your arms are always open,
When we need a hug.
Your shoulders,
Our ultimate cry-on buddy.

You witnessed our first breath
You witnessed our first walk
The illuminating lights of our lives
A loving heart,
Giving families your undying love.

Wonderful creation of God
You cry when we cry
You laugh when we laugh
You eat when we eat

A bearer of pain,
Yet masking it with smiles.
The holder of the home
The pillar for marriages

Your forever strong love
Our chauffeur
Our chef
Our forever playmate

You  love us nonetheless
You make the sun shine on a cloudy day
Our care giver
Our nurturer

A heart filled with care
Our male when we are lost
Tissue for our tears
Out umbrella during the rain
Our personal nurse when it hurts
Our fighter against all odds
Our guide during rough times
Your leadership,
A leading to the right paths.

You discipline with your right hand,
Yet drawing us closer with your left hand.
Our soul survivor,
Giving us life when it matters.

Queen of our hearts
Empress of our kingdoms
We cherish you,
As we spread your doings all over the world.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Ode to the west wind
A strange force at night
It bringeth dust
Before our very eyes
An unintended carriage
It carries us away
A filler of souls
A cooler of hearts
The commanding force of the night
The whistle blower of the gods
The shaker of the trees
The remover of grass
The enigma of the town
O what a good feeling
A whirling sound
The night knows your name.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

I can hear the drums
It's loud in my ears
I can hear the trumpets
Calling out to the soldiers
Charge forward
Battle soldier

Sons of men
Come forward
If we die today we die a glorious death
The battlefield
We sink our swords in it

We all die here
As the war is upon us
Let's chant songs of war
Leading men
To their graveyard

The war has come
Lift up your armour
If we perish
We perish not alone
We perish with our swords

Tell our wives
A message of a dying soldier
If we die today
We die a glorious death

Sing tour heart out
O courageous soldier
We sink
To sink no more

Raise your swords
Let's merry
For we all die today

I see warriors
Courageous warriors
I see soldiers
Perishing to rise no more

The battlefield is ours
Smiting our enemies
But if we die today
We die a glorious death

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

He says he doesn't understand me
If you want to know me
Examine with careful eyes
Look beneath the surface
Let your imagination run wild

Read my work
Claim my knowledge
If you want to understand me
Look beyond the shell of flesh
Read through the writings on the wall

Come to the land you claim is strange
Walk through my paths
Don't condescend like others
Come by day
Not by night

Over look the dark skin
It carries pregnancy of hope
Its milk and honey
Yet dark in color
But a bright light it has

Hear our folklore
Listen to our storytelling
Visualize our art
Never mind our harsh whipstrokes of slavery
Pay attention to our happy smiles

Our streets are full of laughter
Joy runneth through our veins
Happy people we are
Though we have seen and unseen scars
Happiness is our way of life

Are you still asking?
Our teeth flashing of smiles
Takes the sorrow away

If you want to know me
Take an in depth look

Are you not yet to understand me?
The radiance of my joy
Gladly gives me away
My African songs lends me to you
This is who I am

What I am
You see it in my sceneries
My collections of me
Reflects my eternal being
This is who I am

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

A pathway to life,
Like a golden door,
Giving structure,
To limitless generations.

Light of our life,
Creating a gateway,
Opening doors,
Breathing success our way.

Key to life,
Forming success stories,
Leading many,
Across paths to the future.

A gift of academic excellence,
Building future leaders,
Creating a citadel of knowledge.
Mrs Adeleye our academic mantle.

The shinning of it's bright glory
The king of the morning,
Bringing a new dawn,
A summer to remember.

Ray of light in the sky above
Sunshine that brightens thy weary face
The ruler of the blue sky,
Giving command to the day,
Telling the night when to come.

Looking to its golden face,
As it showers its light on my face.
The shinning beam up in the sky
A joy to remember

Your settling at night,
Giving way to the glorious,
Clouds of the night,
Leaving me to await the morning.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

The Arusi of thunder,
And lightning.
Amadioha,
Husband of Ala.
Ofufe,
The everlasting deity.

The divine one
Amadioha,
The free will of the people.
The punisher of evil doers

Okuku surrender at your might
Ala submits at your coming
Anyawu speaks of your thunder
Ikenga Alusi references your presence

Amadioha,
The supreme being
God of justice,
Who dares to stand,
The face of thy effrontery?

God of divinity
Diety of all deities
Amadioha,
Thou one and only supreme being.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

The man
With a promise
Mr Liberation
The Messiah we waited for
The ruler has come
He cometh slowly
Welcome him

He chanted his words
He planted his doings
The Black Archbishop
The revealer
Our secrets he knew
Our existence he found

The man
He led us forward
He raised his mantle
We rejoiced like babies
He cornered our shame
We walked by his side

Alas
He pushed us
We dug our own pit
We walked in chains
He bounded us not
Yet his superior reigneth
The man
With a promise
Mr Liberation

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Okuku,
Thou great one.
The spirit being,
That seeth all things.
Eyes of the gods
Amadioha's mouthpiece
The divination of,
Amadioha's creation.
Why yea?
Why yea soil thy hands?
The holy ground,
Yet a rotten ground.
The mouth speaketh
Yet masking the truth.

Okuku,
Amadioha's devotee
Amadioha's confirmed
The teller of Amadioha's message,
Yet breathing destruction.
Why yea?
Why yea soil thy hands?
The people,
They see things,
Yet afraid to tell it.
Thou keeper of the scared Oracle
Why soil thy soul?
Lies and treachery
Thy newest *****.

Okuku,
You departed the way of the gods
You stand in the concubine of wickedness
Nevertheless,
Okuku,
A mighty man of the gods,
Thou falleth,
Yet a strong man.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

He came innocently,
Depicting a lovely smile,
Stretching his hand forward,
Telling me of a beautiful friendship.
Looking in awe of me,
Describing my beauty,
Like the fairest of them all.
Surrending my bishop,
A sacrifice worth giving.
Your subtle intentions,
A trickery for the night.
Receiving your Trojan Horse,
A rejecting I did not.
The givings of your aphrodisiac,
Leaving a far worse bitter taste.
You were so dear to my heart
Your unforgettable gift,
A brutal dagger to my innocent heart.

I walk through crowd,
With my head up high.
I place myself,
On a pedestal,
Making sure I am heard,
And seen.

Writing my own story,
An autobiography of motherhood.
A shabby structure,
Teaching only wifehood,
Yet excelling nowhere.

My success story,
A kitchens tale,
Considering nothing better.
A silent solace,
Only to speak,
When spoken to.
A confinement,
Yet expecting more.

A responsibility,
Awakening every family.
Breaking the norms
Traditions I resist,
Yet fore telling my gender.

Ringing their consciousness
Many I awake
Preaching my roles
Moving with the times
Archaic men standing tall,
Yet teaching life lessons.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Gazing into my mirror
Looking at the person I have become

The scars on my body
Stories to tell my children

A bright light at the end of the tunnel
Light has even alluded me

Bitterness, sadness, tears,
My daily medicine

A fruitless journey into the unknown
An Awakening for many

Looking into my soul
Seeing what my heart bleeds for

My heart bleeds
I want peace

My heart bleeds to be still,
But light at the end of the tunnel,
Has alluded me.

Written Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

You came out in the open,
Like a roaring lion,
Ready to dismantle its prey,
Leaving nothing behind.

A taker of lives,
Sowing a pandemic seed.
You came in silence,
Showing no mercy.

Trapping many generations,
Making the world sober.
A curse upon earth,
Leaving life's scrambles all over.

A vile,
Thrown upon us.
A plague so fast,
Chasing even our shadows.

We are all drowning slowly,
Waiting for redemption,
Looking up still waiting,
Yet a saviour cometh not.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

I can see the sparkles,
A light up in my eyes.
Let's walk a thousand miles,
Holding hands,
Telling each other's secrets.
Laying eyes on you,
Mesmerising your handsomeness.
Be my best friend,
Creating eternal memories together.
Seeing you by my cookery store,
A creation of butterflies,
Arousing rumblings in my stomach.
A crush,
Lust,
Or love,
I do not know.
My Lover from afar
I love you,
Yet I stand here afraid.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Here he comes
The Messiah has come
Ekun fun arare
The deliverer of men
The binding of chains

The healer of souls
The preacher of light
An archangel
In human flesh
Binder of Satan

Sugar coating his words
Interpreting the holy book
Leader of thousands
Men stood at his altar
His pulpit falleth not

I knew not his type
A courageous sword
Weapon of the holy book
Commander of an army
Fighting for the word

Prosperity he preaches
Interpretations of men
The truth
Farther from his mouth
Lies his weakness

Miracles
Oh miracles
He worketh miracles
Darkness knoweth his name
A propaganda for the scriptures

My pursue he shrinketh
Our brains he washeth
His fear
I thread upon
Making though tremble

At last
His end cometh
We wept
At his demise
Forgetting his mantle

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Have you forgotten us?
Am I a long forgotten sand castle,
At the beach?
The memories we shared
The binding of hearts
Cupid's sending of love

It feels like you have forgotten us
An I a forgotten flower,
That was never here?
Our love never came to be
You have erased us

You have forgotten me already,
Like a rotten fruit.
You have left me to whither,
Like flowers in autumn.
You have forgotten us

You have forgotten us,
Like a corpse in the battlefield,
Buried in an open mortuary,
On a rotten ground,
Knowing life no more.

What we shared
Our time together
The love we had
Casting us aside,
Like a figment of your imagination.

You casted me aside,
Leaving me in the pouring rain,
Begging to be remembered.
Have you forgotten those summer nights?
A memory you casted away

Have you forgotten us?
The memoirs of our love
A beating of two hearts
Cuodis arrow of love,
Gone and never to return.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

A deprivation,
Bringing generations to their knees.
A subtle punishment,
Delaying life's better quality.

A dominant horror,
Passing down generations,
Leaving life's misery,
Bringing eternity curses.

A silent thief,
Robbing futures,
Yet giving hope,
For a no tomorrow.

A poor man's lone companion
A stopping of greatness
A faceless monster,
Yet giving faces to the poor.

A stranger walking freely
A tormentor spreading its stings
A taker of joy
A bringer of sadness

You stand in the crowd,
Picking your victims,
Creating generational limitations,
Yet subtle you came.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

The pain within
A heart wrenching misery
Thinking of you,
Yet suffering your inflicted agony.

Falling humbly for you,
A fall I regret.
You left me in the lurch,
Breathing a feeling of disgust.

Your betrayal,
A blow to my racing heart.
My trust,
I placed boldly in your arms.

I had faith
Forever faith
Everlasting faith
In your arms I laid my faith

My love for you,
A learning curve.
You came like a thief,
Stealing my heart away.

A hurt you left
Leaving me in the dark
I have you my loyalty,
Yet you threw it all away.

Giving you my all,
Yet receiving your pretence.
You left me,
An unforgiving heart.

You left my heart,
Leaving it in the blue.
Helpless I fell,
Falling for you deeply.

Leaving me to weep,
With no remorseful heart.
Your sharpening dagger,
Piercing my lonely heart.

You promised me the world,
Bringing hope my way.
Our first meeting,
What a glorious scenery.

Those stormy night's
Your creation in my memory
As I lay down tonight,
I forget your betrayal.

The scars you made
A carriage for my lonely heart
Your betrayal'S tragedy,
A sound never to be forgotten.

I see you,
I see you in my dreams.
Can I behold,
This astonishing beauty?
A pride,
Befitting for royalty.
A diamond carved for dignitries
A precious stone,
For the collection of showcase.
I see you,
I see you in my dreams.
A being of glamour
A fashion icon,
Placed on pedestal.
Beauty so rare
Even Lucifer became jealous
Can I behold,
This astonishing beauty?
I see you,
I see you in my dreams.
A fantasy,
I live in my dreams.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

You never said goodbye
Leaving me to grief your exit
Your mysterious exit
Our hearts still ache with sorrow,
And many years take over our eyes.

I remember your laugh
I remember your subtle smiles
I remember your baritone voice
A remembrance I hold so dear

Your exit,
Like yesterday's rain.
Our last encounter
A whirlwind of waved in my memory

A mind so profound
A heart so genuine
If only I could have you back
Forever in my heart,
Is where you lay.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

In my time of weeping
You were here

In my hard time
You were here

When I felt no one could understand
You were here

My misery, your misery
My pain, your pain

My tears, your tears
My laughter, your laughter

My shinning armour
Defender of my heart

I longed for a shoulder
You were here

Even if I didn't want you
You had always be here

Like pearls in the deep of the ocean
Like clouds when the sun cometh near

Pure, unselfish
Loving, enduring

A friend sent from heaven
A calming for life's storms

Thought you I saw myself as greatness
A friend indeed

My inspiration
My laughing buddy

The smile on my face,
When happiness disappears

An ear to bend
A book in my Memoirs

The happiness you bring
A special lifting of my heart

Seeing my broke fences
You admired my flowery garden

You know the lyrics,
To every song in my heart.

Our bond
A binding for everlasting

You listen with your heart
Others listen with their head

Your coming
A bringing out the best in me

My uniquely valuable person
My partner in crime

Your entry into my life
Like a cool breeze on a sweltering day

These memoirs of our friendship
I shall cherish always

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

You cometh at night
To steal my essence
You rob me of my beauty
Yet you disappear into the dark
You hunt me like a prey
The night fears you not

I hold my pillow
In fear
The dark is my enemy
Sleep has forsaken me
My ears are clear at night
Yet you devour
My essence

I hold a candle
Awaiting your coming
My cradle creeks
At your sight
My body plunges
At your mighty mercy
No one seeth your
Weapon of misery

Misery stood by me
'Till morning
The dark waketh
Me at your presence
I bow to your surrender
Oh daring thief
Shift make I sleep
King of the night

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

The deadman hollowed
His silent surrender
Scavengers took his clothes
Ripping him of the night

A war veteran
A man of the people
The shots of war
His nightmare

Under the tree
His wounded soul laid
His surrender
We heard

His blood on a rotten ground
Life in an open mortuary
His funeral no one witnessed
The battle front
He lost his soul

Carrying his diminished self
A *** ray of war
The battle of Liberia
The death of many

A hopeless surrender
Gateway to the grave
The funeral of many

At last peace came
Piles of graveyards
Silence of souls
The ploughing of sadness
At Liberia I lost my soul

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

My heart,
My Bride
Looking into your eyes,
As you walk down the aisle.

A beauty worth beholding
Barely containing myself,
Seeing my future in your arms,
Like fine wine kept in a cellar.

My heartbeat
Your precious beauty,
Like ripe berries,
Waiting ready to be plucked.

Adunni,
My jewel.
Adunni,
My forever friend.

God's happy ever after for me
An everlasting happiness
I lay in no surer haven
In your arms I lay

Orekelewa,
You melt my heart,
Like beauty,
Walking the night.

You captive my soul
I the beholder
Beholding your adorable smile
An appealing for all souls

Looking into your eyes
You bringeth hope
Okan mi, iyebiye mi.
I will always love you.

Obianuju,
My betrothed.
The princess of Amigbo
An angel,
So innocent like the sun.
Your heart,
The purest of all.
An embodiment of beauty
A charisma of strength,
From a lineage of purity.
A besieging *****,
For a befitting thrown.
A worthy queen,
Yet I see you not.
The forcing of hearts,
An eternal regret.

No one,
No one,
I looked far and wide.
No one,
In comparison of your beauty.
My heart,
A belonging for another.
The misery of our joining,
A damaging scar it leaves.
Your heart,
So innocent,
Yet I seek another.
Obianuju,
Do not await my return.
A betrothing of hearts,
Yet my heart seeks another.
Obianuju,
I tarry,
I tarry to my heart.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

I heard,
The melodious sounds,
It calleth,
To all of us.
A sound so soothing
A sound so calming

The wondrous tunes,
It came from the East.
It felt like a charm
It lifted up my ears
I danced with no worries

All I could say was,
Play it again.
The chords,
Strung so perfectly.
I listened with attention

It drew people,
Dancing,
From near and wide.
Even the princess,
Dancing carelessly,
Like a giveaway.

String it one more time
The heavenly cometh down
I can see angels dancing
String it one more time
I want to listen again,
As I dance with no worries.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Abena,
There's fire on the mountain.
I heard from the grapevine
The demise of our love
Should I go on?
Mensah the news carrier
A backstabbing of hearts
A killer of dreams
He brought the news
The demise of our love
Clapping at my foolishness
Wearing a cocky smile
Exercising my grief
A tool of torment
The gatekeeper of sorrow
Amusingly so,
Nevertheless,
I portray a strong heart
Fighting,
Fighting to love no more.
The breakage of hearts

The adorning of your love,
I shall remember always.
The key of love
The assurance of hearts
A mileage of pretence
You stirred me forward
A trickery I fell gallantly
The spell you casted
Your response,
I await not.
Mensah the news carrier
A demise of love
I write thee

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Feeling you,
As your touch melts my heart.
Wanting you,
Oh naughty Mon Cherie.

I desire thee
Wanting your ****** body
Your sexiness,
Giving no sordid taste.

Every night with you,
Taking me to cloud nine.
Your physical beauty,
A sight to behold.

Ask me what I want
I want you in my bed
Whine those hips,
Making my imagination run wild.

Seeing your nakedness,
Sending shock waves down my spine.
Blood through my viens,
Seeing you come closer.

Your steamy touch,
Sending throaty moans out my mouth.
My hands running wild,
Creating moisture through your thighs.
Caressing my lips,
Bringing moans to my spine.
Loving inside me,
Rekindling sparks forever.

Your whirling screams,
Lighting up my fire,
Making passionate love,
A seduction for the night.

Sharing my sensual love,
In your arms I lay,
And then we made love,
Leaving steamy erotica.

Making love all night,
Caressing her every curves.
Seeing your **** body,
An epitome of seductiveness.

Running my fingers,
Through her hair,
Awakening her soul,
Yet inserting myself in her.

Giving me her pain,
Yet releasing imprints of passion,
Making each insert count,
A moaning for love's declaration.

Will you be mine?
Can I be yours?
Let me love you,
And I be loved by you.

Wanting you to want me
Waiting to be your favourite hello
Butterflies in my tummy,
As I see your face.

Sparks flying
I cannot control my breathe,
As you guide my hand,
Touching your face.

I can feel your beauty,
Like drinking wine,
Yet getting drunk,
Looking into your soul.

A feeling sprung from inside,
Showing magic.
I am falling so gallantly,
At your epitome of beauty.

A single thing I want
I want nothing more
Nothing less
Just only you

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

These cold thoughts,
While thinking of you.
Even if we meet again,
In my Wuhan garden,
My reality a faded one.
Looking out my little window,
Awaiting your return.
My heart fondering away
I grief of your absence,
A grieving so worse,
Still awaiting your return.
My heart,
Alone it southward goes.
Dinning alone,
Yet crying over,
A future loss.
I await your return no more
Your demise I await

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Thou sounds of whipstrokes
Soul imprisoned,
Waiting freedom,
Yet an impossible solace.

Hearing their voices,
Coming from the afar off.
The scars on their backs,
Showing no signs of liberty.

Slaves,
Oh slaves,
Like a herd of cattle,
Placing them on ships.

Waving their goodbyes,
A sign of surrender.
Their mouth crying out,
An imprisonment of padlock and chains.

The lashes on their backs,
Showing signs of misery,
Yet telling an unfortunate story,
As it could never be forgotten.

A generation of unlucky fellows
Captured to sea,
Farming life's history,
A plantation for the west.

Tilling the ground,
Yet hungry,
As it awakens a race,
Telling no future.

Hollows from afar,
Giving way to a silent surrender,
Waiting for,
When men shall be free.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Here I am,
In this box.
The cowardice of silence
The fantasy of freedom,
A solace so dear.

The slumber of courage
Loud sounds of violent hatred
The suppression of one's voice,
An obituary to a marriage.

A soul dead yet alive,
Denouncing one's hurt.
The panel beating,
Of one's soul,
As right for payment.

Justification of bounds
Binding one never to speak
Bitterness and rage,
A strong medicine for pain.
The clock ticking,
Waiting for  my body's carriage.

Alive but dead
Killing one's embodiment of joy
Freedom,
Freedom,
I wait for you,
I long for you,
Yet you cometh not.

Telling everything,
Through words.
Poking mind,
Through art.

Telling tales
Stories of many
A book it covers,
Yet engaging themes.

Passing on knowledge
Figure of speech,
An autobiography of sceneries,
Visualising one's mind.

Writings flowing like moisture,
Off a waterfall.
Capturing feelings,
An experience of life.

Letting words run wild,
Yet teaching perfection.
Giving creativity,
Yet teaching life's lessons.

Conveying powerful self expression
Impacting others
Throwing down original thoughts,
Catching audiences' breathe.

The author of a reader's thoughts,
Yet not conforming,
But giving pleasure,
As yea move from page to page.

Your astonishing words,
Giving life to minds.
Your pen so small,
Yet mightier than swords.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Loving without,
Remorseful feelings,
As I let her go.
I love,
Yet lust.

I pleasure,
At your beautiful *****.
I stand,
Placing my arm,
Upon your plush velvet neck.

I make you scream,
In excitement.
My heart,
It pumps like a drum beat.

I await,
As you hold me,
In your arms.
I pleasure in your arms,
Exploring aphrodisiac.
My sensuality and desire,
Yours to behold.

My beautiful seduction,
A caressing for the night.
The passion of flames,
A consuming fire.
Looking into your eyes,
I sink my soul in it.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Love like an ocean
Beauty like a rose,
Always want to be kept.

Red as roses
Pure hearts like violets
Cupid,
A sending from cupid.

I received cupid's arrow,
To the bitterness of my heartbreak.
My soul reaches yours
A binding of hearts

The capturing of lovers,
Touching hands.
An angel so perfect
A creation of hard hearts,
Yet so tender.

Looking at your eyes,
Seeing my future.
Your adorning beauty,
A mesmerising for all ages.
Your flowery smile,
A willer of hope.

My eternal rest,
I lay in your arms forever.

Written by  Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Standing by the corner,
Looking to the night,
As it brings pleasures,
And offerings so desirable.

On her back,
The taste of many hearts.
Her master's predecessor,
Collecting the fees of the night.

A night hustler,
Surrendering,
Yet giving to the night,
A memorable acknowledgement.

Her red lips,
Shinning to the night,
As her hair blowing to the wind,
Like whirling waves.

Offering  one's needs,
Like payment for bargain.
A young heart,
Giving her soul to life's freedom.

A compliance,
Walking in heels,
Looking for her next payee,
As an exchange for the night.

Allowing one or two,
As she is taken for an ashtray,
Where smokers pour away,
Yet creating love's fantasies.

Giving the night kudos,
Yet running out the door,
Like cheap whisky,
Thrown out of the mouth.

Like fruits of emipres,
Vending her body,
Giving her all,
In the streets of many.

Looking from the corner,
A pulse in the night,
Waiting to explore night's pleasures,
As it brings dividends.

The ****** of the night
An enchantment so dear
A liking for others,
Yet masking her pain.

Her commercial service,
An excitement for all.
Sassy lady of the night
I hail thee

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson