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Ajibade Da Silva Sep 2016
Chasing desires
The wicked has begun
Breathe deep
inhale the exhilaration
like sweet nectar
Cool, Lawd Merc
Like it black n Pink
Suckling the Souls of young saplings
The world is their oyster
Her ***** is the anchor
Searching for Mermaids in the Anacostia River
Ajibade Da Silva Sep 2016
Who will care for the strong
Who will be brave for the stoic
Who cries the tears for those who forsake them?

Notions of love are the nebulous apex where time ceases to exist
What has material value or when finite definition escapes possibility
Everything is nothing and nothing is everything
A cruel duality where what matters, does not matter

Metaphors of forevermore matter not to forever-now
A reckless abandon for fear
A zeal for fulfillment
Beauty in the essence of intimate connectivity
An aspiration of duty and honor beyond fear
A requiem for the strong of heart & mind
A sonnet for their valor
Where their souls exist few may know
Void of comparison, unequaled
Vows of rarity, fragile tapestries of threads that bind
None the less, more or less
Soliloquies of timeless persistence

Resounding macabre apparitions
Silhouettes of cascading stars
Forever a labyrinth abyss of solitude

Who will care for the strong
Who will be brave for the stoic
Who knows their frailty and loves…
Their heartache untold, never truly expressed

What more can you ask of them when they have and will give everything
What more can the somber stoics give…
What do they need, what have we given them?

Will you provide them tears, will you wipe their magnitude
Ajibade Da Silva Sep 2016
In this moment all I know is the breath of now, forever inhale the inspiration of her witness as a Lioness sees in me the innocent lost years ago, a Scarred Lion

She knows I'm better, one of the best yet I've been twisted in the days gone by, letting their jadedness, jade my rose-colored glass half-full...still no rest for the brave romantics, we don't promise forever, we promise the breathe of now because this moment is the limit as it approaches zero and nothing-ness & limits ceases to exist...space just might be another pair of eyes looking back at you and everything in-between

In this gaze, this rare moment we are eternity undefined
My Grace, my Queen, my Lioness, your honored servant, your king, your scarred lion
Forever Kookie

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