The night is cool.
The skies are open.
The weather is perfect.
I'm all alone, under the blanket.
I have everything else.
The only thing missing, is you.

The spot you see it all.
The locus, with the right elevation.
Hidden, in the right vegetation.
Away, from any detection.

The view is strategic.
Targets unaware, roaming.
The moment is nearing.
Nothing escapes your sight,
Save for the blinking of an eye.

The rifle is set.
Scope, adjusted.
Wind bearing, calculated.
Heartbeat, decelerated.

Breath, bated.
Muzzle, pressed.
Down, goes the target. . .

Sadness.
Hollow; emptiness.
So much sorrow and bitterness.

The floodgates are open.
The tears are falling.
So much that your eyes are hurting.
So much, you feel some drops on your feet.

But this isn't the end of the journey.
Your story is still being written.
There are many chapters left to fill.
May the pages to come, bring a smile to your lips.

The sky is weeping.
As the burning star retreats.
To give us some reprieve.
At the Lord's calling.

The sky is weeping.
Tears, sour and rancid.
That were once pure and sweet.
Because we refused to hear nature's calling.

The sun is angry.
The poles are splitting.
The cold is building; waiting,
To freeze the waters that are boiling.

We were warned,
But we didn't listen.
Stubborn, refusing to take action.
But nature is done talking.

Done, warning lesser beings.
For the doom once foretold,
Is at the shores of reality.
I only hope, its not too late,
To do anything.

Impact. . .

Glass, shattered.
Pain, searing all over.
A moment to gather your thoughts.
You touch the place that most hurts.
Red liquid all over your hands.

You try to get out of the car.
Powerless, as the lock holds strong.
What's that? Something's smelling.
Oh God, no it can't be.

You start to panic.
Trying with all you have;
To open the door.
But it just won't respond.

Tears start to trickle down.
Out of ideas, no plan.
One last effort.
Maybe you can get the door
To finally answer.

But deep down, you know
That the battle is lost.
You say your last prayers,
As you wait for a spark. . .

We touch.
My heart stops.
You come close,
My breath hits a pause.

You taunt, You tease.
The space between us shortens.
We kiss;
Sweet, The taste of your lips.

You nibble, You pinch.
The tension is building up.
The pace quickens,
Frantic, as our clothes come off.

You take the reigns,
Slithering your way on top.

You part the way,
Guiding me in,
My body quivering.

With every ******,
You speed up,
Gently.
Your body gliding along.
Stroking, swiftly.
Moaning,
With every motion.

Sweat dripping,
Every breath; fast, short.
The wind seems to stop.
As if taking a moment to watch.

A few yards left to run;
Our bodies respond,
The tempo picking up.
God, Oh God.
The Deity you start to call.

You grip my body,
Your nails digging into my skin.
For dear life, you hold on.
Squeezing tighter, as the moment comes.

We push our limits,
Hanging on for a little more.
We go deeper,
Our bodies quaking,
Shuddering.

Waves of euphoria crashing.
An explosion of Ecstasy.
All the hard work and effort,
Gone. In a few seconds. . .

They're laughing at us,
They think we're weird.
We pay them no mind,
Because all they do is stare.

When we are together,
Every other thing disappears.
Cause all that matters,
Is that I'm with you in the end.

Why can’t we separate a human from a bad thing?.
Why must we judge everyone by their rap sheet?
Why can’t a man just be who he is,
And not what he did?

Aren’t we all allowed our mistakes?
The occasional misstep?
The errors we could do naught to prevent?
A fault here, a trip there?
Isn't that what makes us human in the end?

Aren't we allowed second takes?
Second chances, to start all over again?
The 'only' constant thing in life is change.
So, why can't we just give ourselves a ******* break?

Freedom.

You never know how precious, until it is taken away.
You always wish you had it, for all the days;
Someone else was deciding your fate.
You’re not saying you’re great,
But at least you’ll be the one responsible for your current state.

The one setting your life at the right pace.
Making sure you're always in the right 'headspace'.
Making sure that every step, is the one you want to take.
Making sure that in the end, you can look back with a smile on your face.

Knowing, that this was your life.
That it was yours, and not the plaything of others.
That you bared your cross, and because of it, you were stronger.
That you made your own choices, and in the end, there is indeed nothing sweeter.

Just because its called a blunt,
Doesn't mean it dulls the edges.
It keeps everything turnt,
Giving a sparkle to the senses.

It gives you joy.
Whilst fading away your tensing.
Trips, it takes you on.
Just inhale. Take flight, take off. . .

The Dictionary.
The library of words.
The keep. The record.
A friend and helper to all.

The place of meaning,
By its very definition.
The book of many editions,
In numerous forms.

Calm, lies the water under the Bridge,
As the Ox laps from the gleaning Ford.
The Web aligns the stars,
As the Long man reclines,
Searching for the meaning of a word.

I wanna take your pain away.
Make you feel everything is okay.
Wipe your tears away; Every single day.
Don't trip. Baby, I'm here to stay.

I don't need anything but your smile.
That beautiful smile.
That smile that can light up a room, no matter how dark.
That smile that can brighten up a day, no matter the weather.
The smile that can solve any problem, no matter how stark.
The smile that can hold anybody down, without any tether.

I'm talking about the one that makes my pain go away.
The one that makes me want to stay.
The one I will never trade for anything.
The one I know that when I have it, I have everything.

Baby, You have to know that these words are true.
I don't ever want to be with nobody, but you.
No backups, no fallbacks, no side boos.
That smile is all I need from you.

I believe in ghosts.

The haunting memories of nightmares past.
The spooky stories buried inside.
The life I thought I left behind.
The demons I thought I left in the past.

The scary torment of which I thought I was free.
The sins I thought were forgiven.
The bodies, deep; that I hoped were forgotten.
The creatures I thought were dead to me.

I believe in ghosts.

I see them taking form.
Circling, over a prey they thought was lost.
Rejoicing, that their moment has come.
I believe in ghosts.

I’m all alone in the dark.
A dark and creepy night.
Armed with nothing but the moon’s light.
I believe in ghosts.

You set my mind,
Alight.
Mesmerized;
Every time,
I see your smile.

You're a treasure.
The one I cherish.
You're a beauty.
A sight to always relish.

You are precious.
Rare. Priceless.
A standout of no equal.
Peerless.

You're a treat.
Sweet as berry.
You're everything and more.
The cherry on top.

You're a prize.
The biggest catch any man could find.
Every other thing is benign,
So long as you're mine.

'Happy New Year. . .'*

Happy new year.
I wish you the best for the year ahead.
I hope the year is full of bliss,
Full of joy .
I hope you find love,
I hope you find the one.
No matter the challenges,
Whatever the new year brings forth,
Don't worry, fear not.
I know you'll come out on top.

by

Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó

I doubt,
Therefore, I think
Therefore, I am.

I see.
I take in the colours around me.
The patterns, the lights, the rainbow.
I see the night, and the stars that glow.
I dream.
Therefore, I think.
Therefore, I am.

I smell.
The perfumes, the roses.
The stench, the rotten, the putrid.
The aromas, cooking.
The green, the forest, the trees.
I inhale,
Therefore, I think.
Therefore, I am.

I hear.
The noises. The people, the cheer.
The wails, the screams, the tears.
The rejoicing and happiness.
I hear.
Therefore, I think.
Therefore, I am.

I taste.
The sweetness, the fire.
The treats and savoury delights.
The sourness, the bitterness.
I eat,
Therefore, I think.
Therefore, I am.

I speak.
Short messages. Long speeches.
Quiet whispers. Bellowing noises.
I scream,
Therefore, I think,
Therefore, I am.

I feel.
The despair, the fear, the anguish.
The joy. The pride. The seething.
The envy, greed, and jealousy.
The cold, the heat, the shivering.
The pain, the sickness, the ageing.

I die.
Therefore, I lived.
Therefore, I was.

'Wish You Were Here. . .'*

Christmas.
That special time of the year.
A time to merry,
A time to cheer.
A time of happiness.
A time to share.
Everything would've been perfect.
If only you were here.

By Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó

The right person is worth the wait.
Worth the near misses, the 'almosts', the delays.
Worth the struggles, worth the pain.
Worth all the tears on your face.

The right person is worth all the rejects.
All the mockery, insults and jests.
The right person is worth it, whatever it takes.
Worth it, no matter how short the stay

The right person is the one.
The one you've always dreamt of,
For so long.
The one to calm all the storms
The one to overlook all your faults.

The one to bring your sadness,
To an end.
Give you joy, give you happiness.
Give you peace for all the days you have left.
Staying with you, till the very end.

The right person is the one.
The one that would make you forget.
The right person is the one.
That would be worth it, in the end.

Together. . .*

Look into my eyes, What do you see?
Happiness unbridled, joy that can fill all the seas.
It doesn't have to be pretty.
It doesn't have to be beautiful
All that matters is that we're happy,
And that we are joyful.

It doesn't have to be glamorous.
Nor does it have to be a spectacle.
All that matters is that I'm yours.
And together we will pull through.
Never doubt these words, not a single bit.
Cause Baby with you at my side, the world is at our feet.

At the end of the day,
All that matters is the smile on your face,
The fruits that we've made,
And the promise, of your stay.

Call me, whenever you feel like talking.
Speak, and I'll always be there to listen.
Call me, day or night.
I'm here for you, no matter the time.

You don't have to say any words.
Call, even if you just want to hear my voice.
Call me on a whim; Or call me, just because.
I'll be there in a heartbeat. You just say the word.

Call me when you miss me.
Call me anytime, anywhere, for anything.
Call me. It doesn't matter what I'm doing.
I'll be there for you, to sate your every longing.

I don’t want somebody like you.
An imitation, a copy.
A partial resemblance, or a general likeness.
A picture of charm, wit and/or kindness.

I don’t want someone as good.
I don’t want someone better.
I don’t want somebody like you.
I only want you.

I wasn’t looking for love,
Until I found you.
I never knew what it was,
Till the first time I saw you.

Happiness and joy,
Of this, now, my life is full.
I didn’t know it at first.
I just know, that I love you.

I'm sorry.
I don't know for what exactly.
I don't care who's the guilty party.
I just want to say sorry.

Without you,
Life has had no meaning
No direction, no bearing.
I'm lost without you.
Please, I'm begging.
Come back to me.
I'm ready to give anything.

I'm sorry.
Let's start again.
A new beginning.
I don't care what it takes.
I just want to say sorry.

The way you make me feel.
The way you make your love seem so real.
The way you make all my wounds heal.
You make my worries turn on their heels.

Being around you is always a thrill.
Surreal;
always bringing my heart to a standstill.
Sending sparks all over my body, like you were an eel.
All the layers of my defenses, you peel.

Through all my issues, you stuck with me. Still.
Thought you were phony, was waiting for the big reveal.
But you kept on and kept on, until/till.
All my doubts in you were nil.

Why do I love you?
A million reasons, a million things.
More that what you could imagine.
Where do I even begin?

Is it your smile that lights up any room?
Your smile that eases whatever I'm going through.
A smile like no other.
A gift from God. A treasure, a wonder.

Could it be the sound of your voice?
The melody in your words?
It could be the sweetness in your whisper.
The one that melts my heart, makes me tender.

Perhaps, its the way you overlook my faults.
Maybe it's in the rhythm to your walk?
The pump in your strut?
Always focused, filled with guts.

Or is it the way you calm the storms within?
Or the way your touch feels without?
Is it the beauty from inside?
Or the shape, the curves on the outside?

Let's not even get into the food.
Every stir, every sprinkle.
Poetry in motion. Masterful.
Happiness, in every mouthful.

I could go on forever.
It's not one thing exactly or the other.
All I know is I will never tire;
Of reasons, why I love you.

The Quest for Peace. . .*

Where has all the happiness gone?
The enthusiasm, the spirit, the passion?
How did it all go wrong?
When did reality start to dawn?

Can't a brother just dream?
Is it too much to ask for it all to be real?
Is it too much to long for a life of ease?
Is it too much to just want to be at peace?

I want to live like a king. Of that life, I want a taste.
I want to cross the seas. On a yacht, I want to set sail.
I want to live in a mansion. In my house, I will take a trip.
I want them to sing my songs, my name on their lips.

But, When did my dreams start to fail?
What wrong step did I take?
Am I not good enough, or this is simply my fate?
What is left of this life? What else remains?

I search for ears to hear my story.
Maybe they'll see it wasn't my fault, that I wasn't playing.
Maybe they'll see my tears are real, that I'm not pretending.
Maybe they'll give me a fresh start, a new beginning.

'Try Try Try', they keep chanting.
'I'm giving it my all', I keep saying.
'Why did you fail', they keep asking.
I tried my best, yet was found wanting.

Help me get back up, I keep begging.
'You brought this on yourself', they keep yelling.
I know I messed up, but I need your help. Please, I'm begging!!!
'This is your mess', they say, You alone shall do the cleaning.

Deaf ears and blind eyes are all I keep getting.
'You're a man', they keep saying.
'This isn't the way you should be acting'.
You'll be fine, just get up and keep pushing.
I know this, but why am I still hurting?

I go out to the balcony,
Where the wind is howling.
With tears streaming;
On top of my voice, I start screaming!!!

Who would come to my aid?
Who would help me with this pain?
God, please, I need this agony to go away!
I promise I'll do anything, no matter what it takes!

But echoes are all I hear.
I look at myself as I drown in despair.
This is too much for me to bare.
This life isn't for me. ****, man. This isn't fair.

Maybe I just need to get some relief.
Something to take away all this grief.
Maybe everything just needs to cease.
So I take flight, hoping, that I find some peace.

'Today, The Jay...'*

I open my eyes to see its a new day.
Today, What's the day?
Is it Saturday or Sunday?
The only thing of which I'm certain
Is that its not a weekday.

So, What can I do today?
Without delay,
The first thing I do is get my tray
Light a blunt to take the pain away.
Inhale and exhale,
Through the passageways.
Chill. . . Then, light another, just because its today.
I'm still in bed, but it's already a good day.

I push the sheets and pillows out the way
Then I get up to empty last night's fluids away.
Then to the kitchen, wondering what I can eat today
What can I do, to keep the hunger at bay?
Maybe some rice and filet?
A little something to kickstart the day.

While the food preps, I go back to my tray.
I smile and giggle as I sculpt my one true love, the Jay
With me at any time, anywhere, in any form, on any day.
Even though I'm already high; 'Hooray'.
I still want another hit of the Jay

The Jay,
Hits, Without delay.
Stays,
When everyone goes away.
Fades,
All the pain away.

My worries, It allays.
My happiness, it brings to the fray.
Keeps my mind, from going astray.
Literally, takes my breath away.

Causes, no form of decay
Keeps me, from getting 'ire'
Doesn't negotiate, doesn't parlay.
Just good vibes, all the way.

The love of the Jay;
Isn't just a single foray.
Its a constant exchange,
Everyday.

It's a feeling, that once attained,
Nothing, will ever take its place.
And there goes the tale of my day,
Spent with my true love, the Jay.