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This Night is seemingly too long,
           as i sit espying from my window,
alone with the shadows
                                 And Voices.
I see the Night falling
            as darkness takes its shape
And Structure,
            the Night is Made.

A Baring Owl Screams
               from the back of the Fence,
       alerting every one of
the witching hour
         And the Moonlight moves on,
               shining and glistening,
          Radiating the dark night.
          The Sky holds no guiding Star
                    tonight
And men Sleep beneath
                   A
Strange Moonlight.

This Night is traveling too far
  As Anguish takes the better half of me,
                I sit in sorrow and illusion,
               Fighting a thousand fears,
that troubles me without a smile.
I slip into the Night
                          Saddened
                    The Night has swallowed
          My Glory
                     and here i am in dismay.

        Two Nights born from
                     A
                 hopeless day,
where pain and sorrow
                  visits with their
                        twisted hands,
Strangling and Manacling me,
          Who can Save a Wandering Soul?
          Where he searches for the other
               part of himself.
      Where
                two nights merge as one
       and a long journey emerges.

               Two Nights in one day,
Where my Screams Reverse back to me
                             And
all i hear are voices
                 Of Silence.
This Night is tortuous and treacherous,
        This Night is so far from home,
            This Night may never end soon,
                This Night may last forever,
                    We may not Awaken.


~© Ovi Odiete.~•

Our Words go into the Skies,
Our Sight travels beyond the Moon,
Our Eyes go beyond the Oceans;
We Embark on a journey at Night,
Arriving a Destination at Dawn
We are strong in our Fears;
We want to know the Lengths,
We want to see the Depths
Who Knows the shape of Yonder?
Who knows the ethereal Measurements?
But the Oceans tells its Endlessness

Our Soul longs for immortality,
But our body will betray us
Our minds keeps wandering for the Unknown
We travel through life with moments to behold,
Arriving at a distance broader than us
What has time not told us?
What is time hiding from us?
We want to know the heights
We want to see the Realms
Who knows the world after here?
Only God knows

We are building castles in the Air,
Though we cannot see them
We have submitted our Course;
We are waiting for answers
How long shall we wait?
Where is the beginning?
Where is the end?
In our loneliness, we are stronger
We want to know more,
We seek to know more;
Until the End

We are waiting at the Gates;
And the storm is heavy,
Still the rain falls deeper
Should we wait longer?
Can we wait Longer?
Who knows the lost road to the sky?
Who knows the path leading to the moon?
Why are our shadows trailing us?
Who knows the ethereal measurements?
No one knows,
But the Ocean tells its Endlessness.

Life is loss
nothing more
nothing less

It strips you of
that phantom
the well-tended self

sells your memories
on the street
for pennies

leaves your old worn shoes
in the entryway
as a warning

as if to say
those sad shoes will go no further
than the funerary urn

So I choose to mock loss
to dance in damaged shoes
and with each extravagant gesture
to shout out

Let there be wine
food and song

Let there be no grief
upon my demise
only mirth

Only dancing
music and mirth.

i dream of you most perfect girl
intelligent and patient eyes
with legs caressable as clay
world-weary and naive in turns
sharp of tongue yet never lies
nor turns a starving heart away

most perfect girl in dreams you'd be
so strong and joyful to submit
your nature suits duality
enjoys your wicked, smiles your wit

one whose soul outshines the sun
and darker than obsidian
i pray to be when i am done
one most unworthy perfect man

“Up above my head
I hear music in the air
I really do believe
I really do believe
there's a Heaven somewhere”
--Rhiannon Giddens

“Is that all there is?”
--Peggy Lee*

An old philosopher told me this:

“About heaven.
Let’s say there’s more than one.
There’s the one where souls
are lurid with perfection,
piled into bliss,
dreaming of change.

“There’s the one people search for
to fit the story they tell themselves.
I looked for it.  I watched the sky.
I found only words.  Blue sky is
a blank page.  Clouds are garish metaphors.

“Then there’s one that follows you.
Don’t look for it. You can’t find it.
It’s not a place or a path.
It dances at the edge of things
like old photos or a young face
that lives remembered in its older one,
an eternal moment always at hand
trailing like a thought balloon,
a shadow cast by nothing,
forever unfolding, never now.”

The nun teaching Sunday School was speaking to her class one morning and she asked the question,  - 'When you die and go to Heaven... which part of your body goes first?

Suzy raised her hand and said,  - 'I think it's your hands.'

-  'Why do you think it's your hands, Suzy?'

Suzy replied, -  'Because when you pray, you hold your hands together in front of you and God just takes your hands first.
-  'What a wonderful answer!'  the nun said.
Little Johnny raised his hand and said -  'Sister, I think it's your feet.

The nun looked at him with the strangest look on her face. -

   'Now Johnny, why do you think it would be your feet?'

Little Johnny said,  - 'Well, I walked into Mommy and Daddy's bedroom the other night.
Mommy had her legs straight up in the air and she was saying,
'Oh God, I'm coming'.    
I gotta tell you, if Dad hadn't pinned her down, we'd have lost her. '  

The Nun fainted...!!! .