You know things are brutal when the plural goes all singles
The once mutual with constant mingles
Goes all poor and starts to fall on you

You probably kickin you for not stickin it out
Guess it'll forever be your downfall, she's probably wondering whether you've figured it out
From all the clues she left in the house 
Non of this was ever ment to hurt her, you just wanted to make her your spouse

With all the pain she buries in her heart
Is you diggin it up?

They protect us 4m harassment
They saved us 4m abashment
They Clemented all types of bright
So we led a peachful night
They unescorted their family
So we chaperoned our ancestry
They uglify their life
So we glamorize our entity
They feed upon corpses
So we have sustenance
They gave up all their life
For the sake of the nation
They were caught,penalized, exploited,deprived, starved
At last they died
A salute to all those majestic soul...

Face Time.

I showed her her face.
She wouldn't look. I said.
Look.
See how beautiful you are.

It took days.
It took months.
She looked.
She could not. But finally did.

I said. Please say hi to yourself.
Say "Hi Leslie". It took a while.
So many tears.
She finally started to look and say hi.

This went on and on.

There were so many slips.
Falling back down to despair.
Oh our love seemed so desparate.
So unfair.

I started saying we won't sleep,
Each night
Until we resolve it.
So we did, we sat in the bathtub.

Talking and talking 'til resolve, came.

More years.
Building and building.
Life became our family.
Alone, then two children. Finally seven.

It seemed like climbing from hell to heaven.

Sure it was hard.
Sometimes it was fun.
Rolling back down.
when trouble would come.

Disease came. Physical. Mental.
Both sides of the coin.
Through weakness and trouble.
We shared in our pain.

The children grew up
at least they could see
Love.
That was shared by Leslie and me.

Now that we are old.
Grandchildren and dogs.
I'm so far away from it all
For income from the desert.

She.
Lives by the sea.
Near where it all took place.
We share through computer
Face to Face.

She looks at mine.
I look at hers.
A little relection of each.
Each day when we say.
Hi.
With Face Time.

8 Jan. 2016
Dr.mgm

The painter in Me
By Otuogbodor, Okeibunor

I paint not with brush strokes
On weary canvas
Nor with mesh colors
Darkening my concepts.
I paint using no tattered Coates
Expressing my pains
Nor with mute abstracting mixtures
Contradicting my designs.
I paint with words straighten in lines
Juxtaposing my world in humournic gospel.
I paint with lyrics n rhymes
Soothing the souls of my clime
Positing joy n laughter.
I paint with literally candor
Subjecting pains n sorrows
Mirroring my world in truth
My rhythms of love n peace
The only colors I know.
My language is succinct
Rendering sounds of blue n bliss
Greasing  humanity crave to live.
I plaint not with staled oil Coates
Staining the muse of creation.
I orchestrate my colours in word vibes
Thrusting my Visual syncs to heal
For I  cream my onions with ease
Printing my ego on black n white.
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Oh God bless this painter in me!

Mean isn't the way to be,
Even if you need to ***.
People must be nice;
Please don't make me say it twice.
Being nice is the way of love
Which is from above.

Your words speak to me,
They let me know
There is somebody else like me.
Your words are art to my eyes.
Floating figures from an alternate reality.
Touching my thoughts.
Whispering in my dreams.

In the science of our time
there is a reported flagging of expectation
for new cosmology discovery..
With science's point of view
not altered since the Greeks
a continuing immersion in
objectivity and assertions verified..
Despite powerful instruments  seeing
the birth of inflation in the big bang
a suggestion of multiple worlds
this explosion of diversity
also suggests futility in discovery
of newfound truth..
So..
we may  be waiting for science
to redirect its gaze with new purpose
of finding that which is observing
the vastness which centuries have seen..
Turning around to discover
a background awareness experienced
at last as real Seeing...!

If you were a person,
I would say,
you really are a famous personality,
but you ain't an I don't know who you really are

it's true, everyone runs after you,
when you appears around
Everyone wants to celebrate you
and they are unstoppable

we tremble, smile, lough, speak aloud when you around.
I drink we drink,
I fire we fire crickets
we run to tarvens and shebins
all because we are celebrating you

some cross night in churches,
some cross night in tarvens
some are sleeping but all are celebrating you

I want to know,
who are you?
are you the only one in this world
and if the answer is yes,
then is reasonable

and if the answer is no,
then why is only you we are firing crickets?
I wanna know better.

I look through the window
As the garden lies sleeping

The rain has stopped
And the dark clouds break

A flash of blue sky raises my spirits
As the birds dance on their feeding table

A lazy cat sits on the wall but
Too tired to move

That’s how long it takes for a kettle to boil