What is it about blood?
What taste that so embalmed the sensibility in grease redness
What pride in spillage of our souls
At the alter of greedy cacophony.
What beats birthed this dance of blood spree
spiking missteps  in  dance hall
dismemberment of souls of sweet love
What heart adjudged my trueness of you in this fusion of blood lets in Scaffold's and veils of religion, in cultural biases and skin pigmentations.
As the sky hoovers and clouds empties itself my soul and love I pour offering that one thing you desire... Trueness!
The singleness of our blood colour.
Let our  blood  mingle in oneness of flow
And Our love swings in smoothness of heavenly cast like coasting clouds despite variations.
Our love is the true taste of blood and the true colours of our being.
Love is Heavenly.

I crave to bloom and bloom on you
Loath to shine on in your sadness
I long  to be the sun of your brightness
I wean  on thoughts of you
Like a toddler I dread the first step
But my leaking inks urges me on
lurking thoughts of you flows on on
I can express in shades of whites and black lining dots only
Hoping to make imprints on you
Blaze your heart with shining crystals
Of lyrics and words as you flip the next page and scan the lines of you.
May my unskilled dots charm that innocence of your unspoken love
And sooth like a balm that pain in your inner space for your love can flow still.
And this love my wet ink will share.

My emptiness
is
the wide space awaiting your occupation
Fill me up with your trueness
Cage me
in the depths of your silence
My heart hovez for you
My lovez nest with you
Fill me up
Fill me up
Belovedz

My dear, erudite fellow…!
Schemed and skilled in academic prowess
Celebrated at your time as accomplished
At your season you were adhered and revered
Extol in your adorn ceremonial gown and cap
That Season are memories well celebrated and spoken of
But seasons come, seasons go!
Old seasons heralds’ new seasons
And yet new season another season
Seasons come in succession and progression
One birthing another, for yet another
And another like in circles
No! not circles of rounds but pyramids of circles
Changing hypotheses Progressing humanity;
Nomenclatures of human existence needing no divinations.
However, Human perversions; greed, pride, and more….
Configurations that have nibbled nature and time scheduled blessings:
A beautiful life, charming nature, a gift scuttled by vein makeups.
Make-ups that changes originality and mars the truth!
Sir, your celebrated research and findings were great yesterday
Beautiful yesterday was history for great tomorrow to cope.
Oh! Beautiful yesterday, salty today not fit tomorrow
The irony of seasons gift of nature but welcomed
Welcomed like the plantains stems that plans its maturity and gives way.
Do we say more?
Of the pumpkins that spreads its hands and tips, anchor its support to grow and births great seeds to replace itself
For posterity is in the replication of self in truth and character:
The excellence of continued originality in human search and psyche
This is the Hallmark of Academic definitions and redefinitions.
Societal evolutions pass on from age to age, from generation to generation.
Wither re’ you’ sir?
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Deep seethed question you only can answer.
But you ought to know this…...!
The ground is not strong enough to stop sprouting young seeds.