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Had I known that the first was the last
I should have kept it longer.
Had I known that the last was the first
I should have drunk it stronger.
Cup, it was your fault,
Lip was not the liar.
No, lip, it was yours,
Bliss was most to blame.

If i were daft enough to falter
and die next Tuesday week
Would anyone
Be kind enough to care?

And If it were on Wednesday
when they laid me down to rest
Would it just be me and t’ vicar
who were there?

A mistress of her space
She moves,
with the airy grace
of a dancer.
No effort spared;
no gesture wasted
Choreographing breakfast
In her roadside trailer-cafe .


7th April 2017

You look like a light-colored satin
Stars f
          a
            l
              l on your caramel hair
Your laureate crown is permanent

You walk fast as a local feline
L'Empereur far from his throne
You look disoriented
You look tired

It's nightfalling
Resolution parts
The moon shines
Gold minds

Lace L'étoile
Jeune ace
Shiny sleeves

I go through a mirror
You're sitting in there
I hide carefully
Not to be alert
I have found myself again
Dreaming of you inside
The reflection of your mirror

At night my opal
                           sleeves are made of satin.

   - Codelandandmore// 6:00 PM ©

If i cook the oceans
And freeze the seas
If bring butterflies out of my hat
And rabbits of the skies
If i be a light to brighten your day
Will you stay ?


Will you stay ?
If i use my tears to paint an image of you
Use my heart to make you heart beats
Burn you warmth anytime your hands are cold


Will you stay ?
If i kneel on the floor
Will you open that door
And never remember everything we want to have


Will you stay ?
If i put a knife in my lungs
Just to show
The air i am breathing is you


Will you stay ?
If i kiss the sun for you
Even if i burn

Will you stay ?
If i make the rain
Fall under us
If i make the skies snow
When it shines
Will you stay ?


JOEY PERCIVAL IKECHUKWU

There are two kinds of people in this world.
There are those of us, who will look at pictures of the past and feel awash with a glowing warmth, remember the perfection of those single moments.
And then there are others among us, others like you and I, who view photos much the same way, yet feel much less euphoric, because while we also take the moment to remember that perfection, we use the next millennia of moments to lament the passing of this perfection