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Dec 2018 · 283
The name of love
Solitude Man Dec 2018
even love, a faded meaning
the uneven skill; bludgeoning the compass
a longing, a thirst for fortress in the prodigal past
always seems to swim so shallow

an even meaning when roses die
a shadow walking ground, a skeleton in the earth
leaning on its symbiotic ecstasy;
frail and ephemeral dipped in a sea of ash  

when paradise keel's over in sea
awake in this lucid dream
let loose of the pipe
lest you breath as love

a silent lips for astrologers, even a tombstone for gazers
blood streaming down the crown;
never to grow rose
love is the soil.
Nov 2018 · 88
Opposition
Solitude Man Nov 2018
A life faced with opposition
The trek to reach those in higher positions
can leave a heart feeling breathless
and vision blinded

opposition however is needed
opposition is that validation
of her determination
A dream that is big and wild

A trek that must have a story
And  a tale of glory
Because opposition never stays
And will only win if she allows it

Her Farther said “nothing will touch her”
So keep trekking
One day one day.
journey future joyful hopeful faith story success determination opposition difficulty
Nov 2018 · 3.8k
Comfort Crying
Solitude Man Nov 2018
She’s at a place where she feels trapped
As the mist rises and her sun is crying
She cant help but feel alone
Alone is a place were she’s been forced to feel
At home

She cannot recognise a noble deed
And allow that memory to take her
Instead the fear of being unloved
And hardly good enough
grip her hand

With every word
she is paranoid and annoyed
and triggered
into retreat
into alone
a place she calls home

they roll down a familiar face
warm and comforting
Its because she couldn’t stay
She wanted to, believe her

Believe she wants to be a better her
But she clings to alone
As a familiar face
A childhood case
That she needs to shake
She loves alone but hates it
She hates the time it gives her to think
About how unfamiliar the un-alone really is

She wants to share but she doesn’t know how
She wants to talk but she’ll be misunderstood
She wants to love him but she’s making him numb
Her sorry self is a burden and the cause of pain.
She says she felt rushed but she is here now
More in love than he can see
And then then there’s the stabbing thought that he wants to be free
Now she is comfort crying
Alone.
Jun 2018 · 266
Genesis
Solitude Man Jun 2018
'The door’s locked
I’m flying off the handle
   she fettered the grenade to my feet
     My heart’s catatonic and lips paraplegic
    I shut my eyes, turn back the clock
and escape my sins'

-  Jack Frost
Jun 2018 · 313
Unappreciated
Solitude Man Jun 2018
He put his heart on the poker table
‘he’s all in’ his face grim and unquavering, he thinks he’s able
but the cards are stacked against him
he plays all moves
but the joker beleaguers his fingers
they use his mind as a bullet practice board
wearing their bullet proof vest so they’re well protected
He’d been on a scorching quest for disaster
was given a tepid glass of love in return

They said his heart was a Rubik’s cube in a Swiss bank
so he pulled the funds out took the risk rather than being a *******
He spends his heart on love,
he realises its like a cigarette loaded with regret rather than nicotine  
so he took a cue,
formed his heart back to a Rubik’s cube
and put in a Swiss bank in the maze house
Jun 2018 · 1.2k
Forced to Love
Solitude Man Jun 2018
I shouldn’t have  
I guess I forcefully moved my things into your heart on parham street
This fool has been celebrating a grubby clean slate
He drank a cocktail before the harvest
After storing his brain safely in the garbage
He asked ‘would you be mine’

I shouldn’t have said I love you first
Now realising that was the pistol to your head
And i jumped the gun twice and over again
This fool stands in awe of his folly
He reads his scribbles of idyllic love poems and ******* dovy quotidians
Every compelled ‘i love you’ will be overturned
My hands over-burned from the blisters
Bitter from the bile from every memory
Though i took my time, I was patiently stupid

I shouldn’t have
Now i’m sat here with this lollipop of regret
Now knowing that every graphic snapshot was because of that same pistol
No wonder why it all seemed strange
I used to gnaw about making you feel like you needed to trust me and love me
I was yet weary of receiving the blame of every kiss, pause and touch
I didn’t realise that the foundation was built on compelled labour
I was to quick to celebrate, but now i know what i should have
Jun 2018 · 422
The Lego Victim
Solitude Man Jun 2018
For the man has been changed,
dressing in a mirage and false attire
building a castle in his schizophrenic mind
for so long he guessed it was mist
his mind limboed by their words
'we are architects of the sand filled castle' they scream
they say he uses pity power,
so they tell him his pseudo-castle is bliss

For the man has been changed
the realisation is the ****** in his heart
he was right, their trust is a facade
they say he uses pity power
so they have to stay with him in the hard-times

For a time, I too thought my bed was laid,
unraveled the best wool for this bamboo sheets
all for me to realise that every utterance of love
that came from their lips
was but for them on a pressure cooker; making me the chef
though i took a journey, i started to understand they were never with me
they knock me off my perception stand
my candle light burning without light
though now they do not understand, for when they shall, standing not shall i be
for my heart has taken a bow

For a time, though i have sailed through them endlessly
and became an anaesthetic mind for their sake
for the man has been changed
though they say he uses pity power
this lego victim is the solitude man
and He's back.
Apr 2018 · 399
Solitude Man II
Solitude Man Apr 2018
In the darkest nights,
this, solitude man tilts the hour glass  
to the boy who built a cave
with the carnage of his sporadic mind

He holds his hands,
through his serene scars
though patiently misunderstood
over him this, solitude man watches
in the darkest nights

But as darkness dawns
to war solitude man must go
as this, solitude boy, tilts the hour glass
just in time, to hold his hands.

                                                   - Ola Bajo
Mar 2018 · 379
Almost
Solitude Man Mar 2018
i'm on this journey,
clinging with scar faced palms
the thorns scrub my feet
heart bewildered as the salt licks my tongue dry
like a candle light i'av been burning without ashes
was holding on to this tree I thought will keep me
with its fruits as my mind is scurvied in hope
but it was a dream

i'm on this journey, sparring with him
through the water wall reflection   
this atmosphere is tailored to my skin  
so as I walk alone
through this shadow breathing valley
its okay, don't save me, its almost time
all i need, is one more melody.

                                                     Ola Bajo.
Mar 2018 · 283
They said "Stay Woke"
Solitude Man Mar 2018
There is something about the human condition
truths are popular philosophies
hate our realism; love an idealism
while forever living in the hope for an eccentric world,
we forget we are the revelation of tomorrow.
For in the human condition there are no facts, just trends;
wanting to be something we are not,
we became slaves to our autonomy.
What we seek to be is a reflection; a mirror of what others seek to be
in the end the void is never filled.
For about the human condition, there is something,
something ******* in thinking we are woke.
Mar 2018 · 316
Renegade Heart
Solitude Man Mar 2018
My mind's a carnivore sheep
i'm woken while my tongue's asleep
I see predictions but they don't believe
I can't save them from what they don't see

This feeling fills the sculpted dearth in my heart,
I wear in my palms road maps with patterned scars
of painful places in my past slithered paths
its hard for me to say, to the toddlers minds

This renegade hat has given me grace
This renegade hat has gotten me fazed
Jaded my perception from speaking out loud
i'm woken while my tongue's in bedrest

The Holy-spirit fills the sculpted dearth in my heart
I'm renegade cause I saw the people
I'm renegade cause I saw the truth
I can't save them, but I'll tell them
that I found the renegade mind that made me
Mar 2018 · 244
Illusion
Solitude Man Mar 2018
There are the times you believe in magic for a change
Knowing fully well that magic doesn't exist
Knowing that letting go is not a choice or you're left in a snipers range
Knowing that your demons are innate
Knowing that its time to fight yourself with your own fist.

But listen,
There are times where you don't believe in magic for a change
Not knowing fully well that magic does exist
Not knowing that letting go is the only choice
Not knowing that your demons were never within
Not knowing that it is time to fight for yourself

But whatever it is,
Fight like a curse, until you get it right
Fight with the force of your desires
Fight your storm with the sword of insight
Fight till your visions lite.

                                         - Ola Bajo
Mar 2018 · 1.3k
A Landscape Between Two
Solitude Man Mar 2018
A landscape between two
Bridges the distance between
Me and you
And these imperfect minds alike
Aren’t too far away
To hear a perfect lover’s cry
Or a sweet melody in the night

A landscape between two
Cannot tame the ripe waves of ecstasy
Or the light rays up above
Oh yes!
I see the sunken ship
On top the sea
And I see an anchored love
From my landscaped view

A landscape between two
Bridges the distance between
Me and you
And the birds chirp
While the earth turns
The  faithful flute plays
Towards a landscape between two

                                         - Lily Bajo
Feb 2018 · 372
Beloved Highs and Lows
Solitude Man Feb 2018
Highs before beloved biles
Bliss followed by bitter sweetners
A paradox
She loves her beloved
And he loves her too
But she fears that he looks into her eyes to see only what is easy to find

Does he see her?
Does he have the patience to read her?
Inbetween the lines of her cries
Elegantly striding down the ailse of her heart
Yet knocking down her priceless art

Her complex heart and complex mind
Begs him to look deeper in
Shes scared and scarred
Her insides need more love
Because beloved highs and lows make her juxtaposed.

Her fear pushes him away
But the look in her eyes screams stay
Soothe the worry lines away
A task not everyone can bear
In beloved highs and lows.

                                       -Lily Bajo
Solitude Man Feb 2018
This is to the girls, whose playground heart became roadmaps of battle scars
To the girls whose butterflies were ripped apart by the touch of broken men's palms
The girls who hold the secrets of these withered men's minds in their offshore hearts

This is to the boys, who instead of counting sheeps are counting strokes as the violence spreads to their mothers thighs
To the boys, whose fathers never became men
The boys with black-eyed hearts, borrowed smiles and have become breathing dead; with their hearts wearing the violence like a hoody

This is to the homeless whose wealth is stacked in heaven
To the homeless man or woman, who never dreams
The homeless veterans who became slaves with frostbites in their veins

This is to the minds casting ballots on whether to leave
To the minds, who seem to be endlessly failing at sea
The minds with no shadow to keep them warm at night

                                           Just
                                      S.P.E.A.K

                                                    - Ola Bajo
We must never give up, we only fall to rise, we must never be quiet, revolution chants against its demons. This is for everyone who doesn't seem to believe in Hope. Scream out your fears, pray to God, evolve and be reborn by the pain, Attack all voices against your freedom and kindle your spirit with the blaze.
Feb 2018 · 381
Solitude Man
Solitude Man Feb 2018
Digs himself a place so deep
In there he finds a place to sleep
with the wealth stashed in his mind,
he builds a jigsaw castle ship

never lonely this solitude man walks;
in the crowd this solitude man is yet alone.

                                 - Ola Bajo
Feb 2018 · 210
Feathered Dreams
Solitude Man Feb 2018
...the stardust sprinkled into my eyes
left my eyes stranded with hope
my skin still feels the stagnant lack
I need a miracle

the piggy bank of love springs I had was stolen
I called her a best friend,
she cut a piece of my heart and served me a meal
I need a miracle

the clouds look dark, spitting more hope
it leaves me expecting,
do dreams come true?

the stardust sprinkled into my eyes
left my eyes stranded with hope
the desert doesn't rain
I need a miracle

                                         - Ola Bajo
Feb 2018 · 157
Woven Simple
Solitude Man Feb 2018
Simple silks silently down the the coffee table,
Subtly spilling sweet and healthy honey
Suddenly speeds off from the scathing conquest
walks the isle to feed the homeless man's dreams

Simple wears a sacred complex
So simple simpletons can't sip from its silly contest
simple slowly studies these scurry minds;
seeking to be eagles,
these poor men in golden robes became photoshopped seagulls

Nature is the school of beauty not philosophies
so simple is poetry.

                     - Ola Bajo
Feb 2018 · 180
Eco Echoes
Solitude Man Feb 2018
As he dug incisions his strikes left scars
The dagger of his betrayal pierced down my spine
Until the bees in my womb became still born
Dashing out of the woods they must but not without a fight in ton

As he dug incisions his strikes left scars
He smashed me into broken marbles and marooned my branches and barks
What Court shall i go to file legal leaves?
Or shall I just hide in Eve's fig leaves?

As he dug incisions his strikes left scars
A trace down my roots in search for these cursed maps
An Ephemeral oath of carbon for compost
He killed my seed and took her post

As he dug down the dust with his forked trucks
He fazed our land to build his tall blocks
What courts shall i go to make him leave?
Or shall I just perish and rest my greave?


                 - Ola Bajo
Feb 2018 · 1.3k
Roses Picked by Cactus Hands
Solitude Man Feb 2018
For in the algorithm of their minds lay deep strategies,
But it's a maze to a sepulchre,
a colonial mind with many rooms,
where other men are lorded to their satisfaction


For they stand in the courts, and declared to be like children
their smiles far from sinister,
but their minds create a haven like hell to those around,
though they decorate the sky like the western sun, they burn the roses with their palms like the Libyan desert sun


For their dearth of love, they carry out vengeance on the free spirited, they carry a ******* staff of justice,
they are the town criers declaring who ought to be colourful,
they crown the underserving and deserving,
their tongue a tidal wave of envy,
slander chokes their breath, loneliness fills their temple,
hatred distills their roller coaster pain.

Now I understand why roses wither,
But even the crumbs of love in these cactus hearts
will be taken away.

- Ola Bajo

— The End —