You got yourself a different girl with the same name. And you stole her innocents by making it rain. Perhaps your father was a magician; cause when you done using her, you're gonna disappear just like him.

#‎And  just because I'm missing a girl, doesn't mean she's from Nigeria...

And my heart still feels for you, the feeling as we were close is still real in my senses. The feeling of belonging and warmth, as I closed my eyes and enjoyed being within the warmth of your arms I will never forget that feeling of bliss.

30th may 2014,  9am
Rootz Modebelu

It's passes by like a train from station to station, my mind is blank, but at the same time I wonder what it's all about, creative by mind yet encased by societies grasp, I've had enough of this candy crush that turns your brain to a mush, but still my mind is blank, longing for some positive stimulation from my with drawn self , this life is not good for my health, and my mind is still blank,

I'm on the verge of putting brush to paint, paint to canvas, but my mind is still blank, I see colours so bright yet they fade in the light that is not my mind, it's really darkness I feel blind. My mind is dark. I'm out of sink with the reality of me. Trying to lift myself up with my head held high but that's living a lye, my soul the consistency of melted ice cream I can't control as it runs out to form a puddle on the floor in the form of salty tears. My mind is numb and it's the best way to be when you feel the wrong side of life.

If you really wanted to, you would.

Tick-tock, the time is near
So I tell this, please do not fear
Tick-tock, He's coming soon
One starry night with the bright round moon

Our faults, we needed to confess
Obey every single thing he says
The loathing in our hearts to stop
With the blood of violence, in its last drop

The Light is there, the Light is near.
Would you sacrifice the things you hold dear,
Just to grasp that Hope from afar
And to forget the past that brought that scar?

"To be rescued, or to keep on drowning?"
A question that bothers every human being
So wait on, and be watchful
The time will come for those who are faithful...

Tick-tock, the time is near
So I tell this, please do not fear
The time will come when all are done,
'Tis the arrival of the One.

(This poem was brought to you by the letter...V!)
She vacuums the worn carpet
Her gaze on the surface vague and vacant
But when you lift the lid
She has been ****** into a vortex
Of whirling cosmic space dust.


She's entered a parallel universe
There her name is Vanessa
And her life's so diverse
By day she announces on
underground trains
  'mind the gap, next stop
Mornington crescent'
Her voice is sweet, virtuous,
clear and efficient
  But by evening her voice has
  more va va voom
She sings sultry jazz
in a smoky back room.
She looks almost the same
Voluptuous lines and a
red haired mane
But gone is any trace of mundane.  

Each verse of song she wraps in a sway of the hips side to side
and a ravishing smile
 And if the audience  try it on
or  become volatile
A valiant handsome trilby wearing
gentleman
Can warn them off  
With a choice few nouns
And vexing verbs
make them run a mile

And after the show
She and the gentleman
Vanish from view
And as their heated passion grows
 They sink down onto A velveteen couch
 exploring her peaks n valleys
With his keen mouth
And she traces his muscles
Vivid veins, v lines
She reaches his peak further south.



Back out of the vortex
And back in the room
She is breathless
And her heart is fast and keen
She has stopped the vacuum
Instead saught solace
In the vibrations of her washing machine