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Odonko-ba Aug 2016
I can savor
The taste of fear
Riding upon the wind
As turbulently
As your troubled mind
Seeks desperately
To understand the mortality of this moment

The life and death mechanics of reality
The realization
That we are to die
As evident of the staccato pant
Of your futile labour

Frivolous at best
Arouses a sense
Of ******* justice

Hard truths
Brought to bear witness of
Your infidelities
Your betrayal

Lies
Aborning of arsenic
Sputters froth
From your womb

Searing traces of bitterness
Cascades a corrupted truth
Transformed into an ugliness
That has become us

Two hearts that once beat as one
Cast fervently
Into a cold war

Unrelenting hatred
Reciprocated  
Ricochet
Unmitigated threats

Wounds
That cannot be reprieved

How did we get here?
Do you even care-
To ponder the thought?

How
I once loved thee
A dream shattered
By the realization of now

But
The now I can live with
The thought of losing you I cannot
**** this relationship

Endure
I must
For the taste of you
Is the sake of me
My sustenance

I close my eyes
In perusal of happier times
When life was bearable

Abruptly
I'm jolted out of my reverie
By hilt of your scorn
Protruding from my chest

Animately
I touch
As if to confirm its legitimacy
A reason for its being

Overwhelmed by solemn peace
I collapse in passive supplication

And as she turns and walk away
Contemptuous
Of the final utterance
To flee my lips
I forgive you

I ponder
If she ever
Loved me at all
A woman scorned is a woman determined
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
I can hear the sound of your heart
Beating viciously
Against my chest
Hard fast rhythmic beats

I can sense the blood
Pulsating your beautiful vein
Ah so sweet
The fear in your eyes
Submits to fatal flaws conceit

Escape futile
As the thought
That escapes your putrid little mind
Dissipates upon air unseen

You scream
One last attempt at independence
But you belong to me now

Drink of my vanity
Eat of my contempt
Until your belly bloats
Of my seed bursting at the seams
Expelling a magnificence
Never before seen

And they
My seed
Shall feast upon your flesh
Until dawn
Manifest itself
And consummates
The last remaining memory of you

For surely the sun shines bright
Upon a new day

I can still hear
The sound of your heart
Beating
Viciously

As it fades
An ode to Anne Rice The V. Lestat
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
I can hear a voice in the distance
Echoing off the far corners of my mind

And with the intensity of thunder
It comes and it goes
And each time it gets louder
I try to run away
But
There is no escaping the storm
Trapped within my head

Agonizing torture
Unrelenting pain
The storm has risen
Less the rain

What have I've done God
God what have I've done
To receive such pain and punishment
Contemplating suicide
In search of a gun

If this is my hell
Then life isn't worth living
Flashes of the past
Lighting with a storm
Have spawned a tornado
And it's causing me great harm

Driving me mad
Driving me insane
Driving me to the edge
With gun
In hand
Suicide is a touchy subject but one that needs addressing. Life is beautiful and dark.
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
i awaken to breath
light kiss
upon my nape
the softness of your touch
electrifying our bodies
pumping life
into a new day
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
In a world
As black
As the magic
Meandering the soft curves
Of your cultivated thighs

Lost in the immortal beauty
Of your lies

I am drawn into this illusion of life
You have created

I am your sucker at the end of my stick

I can find no escape from
This
desolate place

The cracks within your facade
Envelopes me my grave
Forever trapped dissipating love
Escapes me

There is no allure of grand grandeur
Of reciprocating hearts
Beating as one

Only this
cold
dark
dank
place

Where I find myself
An eternal prisoner

A slave
Of my own
Existence
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
The quite

Beckons a peaceful bliss

As he sits upon his perch
In rumination

His mind can't fathom

What his heart
Already knows so

He sits and wait patiently

Drunken off tears of libation

Staring into the distance

Hoping that one day
Perhaps

His love
Resurface
When you find Reciprocation
Deposit it in the Bank
Don't misuse or abuse love
Or karma will be your fate
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
What if
Hot dogs were burgers
And fries were onion rings (I know
Crazy right) but
What if

We lived on the moon
And the earth our sun

What if we drank air
And breathe water
The grass blue
And the sky green
What if

What if we fought hate and wage peace
Would ****** then propagate
What if

Love was our pledge of allegiance
And our children religion
What if

What if apathy only applied to the universe
What if
Unemployment was overemployment
And depression
A bad dream
What if

The electric car was google
And cloning cure cancer
Would God forgive us
Or would his wrath
Flood
Future temptation
What if

Fallen stars are dreams
And eBoLa
A big ******* distraction
What if

Reality
Is just
Memories
Would you remember me
Or would I
Die in the shadow of a distant thought
Buried in your mind
Forever deceased

And if money was dirt
Where would the dead be
An alternative source of energy
Abortion would provide the gist of that

And if God was visible
Would we see Him
Or is ***** so enticing
It blinds you inexplicably
What if

We could live beyond tomorrow
And chase dreams forever
And the lottery remained the same

Would your luck change
What if
We can do it again
Would you do it the same
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
It hit you like a sucker punch
With eyes wide open
Like the door I walked out of
Leaving your heart broken

Emotions cast about
Useless as wasted tokens

For the fair has ended
And I'm tired of pretending
So cash in your sentiments

There's no saving for a rainy day
I would prefer when I'm gone
Not to even remember
Your
Face
Love hurts
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
did they think not
their secret would be found
silly of them to think their lie could endure
planted beneath a sycamore
a quite shame bounds
the two of them forever obscure
to live life in shame
hounded by hell's hounds
without a bone to barter
their futures bleak for sure
living life's regrets standing on hollow ground
beneath a sycamore
where wild flowers spoor
a note of regret
for who soever shall find whim
hangs their life and dreams
dancing on the wind
This poem is about the degeneration of the human soul caused by the continuing practice of

aborticide

Which eviscerates the soul of man leaving him a crumbled mess entirely opposite of what God intended. There is no prompt or inspiration that lead to this. It just formed, I am only the vessel.  Abortion leaves an indelible bane upon us as universal beings.  Fact: Not so long ago we use take the female newborn outback and bury under a tree. Now we got abortion pills.  There is a war going on right before our eyes. The War of Procreation. Will the next Coming of God be lost in its shuffle?
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
my heart pulsates
with envy of my eyes

for it knows love
whereas
the eyes
knows only lust

i am smitten
by your beauty

driven
by the desire
to be near you
to hold you
in essence
to know you

to drink of your wine
and loose myself
in it's,
indulgence

— The End —