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Nigeria, a Dying country,
Her kinsmen will gather in war to share her sweat
More troubles for the unborn and her growing heirs,
The unfolding dread non-soldiers at heart like me.

Nigeria, she spring forth from the dark soil
Her past never stop to echoe, her Iroko turned void
Blessed with milk, honey and seeds with hearts fixed to the creator,
The sword bearer of coal  war-ful gladiators.

A vineyard in the days of her reckoning
A different story after her great hair home coming.
Tale of a true black race
And the  down laying of her good moral ways.

Just like how a river side tree dries,
So does her firewood also cries.
Her genuine red caps are nowhere to be found
Her wind, her seed will have to make do with the feeble dust in character around.

Shaking is her government seat on the rock
Still steady is her opposition in their secret walls.
They keep killing her vision in disguise of trying to unlock
While they battle to pluck away all her roses.
The voiceless murmur and watch,
Her pocket papers fly and run
While a once great country keep dying on.
M Solav  Sep 2018
Through (2016)
M Solav Sep 2018
Please - hear my voice, your good old
Friend - is talking in to
You - let it ring inside of
You - let words echoe in
and Through.

Please - hear this prayer of a
Child - you once were, don’t let the
Tide - of this moment sweep
Aside - and the water'll flow out
and Through.

It’s not time to start over;
The bridge's almost done.
Can't you see where you come from,
That good ol' sun rising on the shore?

Please - the other side isn’t
Far - nothing else's ever
Achieved - carry yourself a little
Further - let your legs walk across
and Through.
Written in July 2016 - for a friend going through hardship.


— Copyright © M. Solav —
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From the very far dark, deep and beating black,
there’s ghost breath, and blue light after,
where I un-broke myself,
next morning.
I’m under, curled to a pupil
of the bed’s eye,
so I blink the dream out.

Asleep, plants are respiring,
and the loam of their dream
is lifting, thinner.
Then the real interrupts,
erupting as a day,
and shimmering back again.
Like the shore that shares it’s time
between sand and ocean.

A fully open cup
fills up in the moment,
wherein that infinite shrinks,
and the universe grows backwards,
backwards Into,
cold coffee and dog ends.

Strange that.
It's not a nocturne,
It's an echoe of a day,
It's a memory of a memory,
It's a remora on reality.

Strange that.
why when last night,
my ashtray was full of stars.
The clock infinitely deepens
the memory of the dream.

But it’s there,
only just there.
That maybe, perhaps, dreaming of us,
somewhere in the brightest time of the night,
somewhere in sleep,
in the inbetween spaces,
somewhere there,
we left ourselves in mermaid’s purses.
A poem about dreaming.

"He did not know whether it was Chuang Chou dreaming that he was a butterfly, or whether it was the butterfly dreaming that it was Chuang Chou."
r h e a Dec 2010
Awake to the echoes

morning noon and night

Of a rare miracle....
Of warmth of care of calm
Tears from despair, faith
vigour
the happiness..
the gleam, is not gone.


As time draws itself
away from me-
its sad
as sad can be.
From nothingness
to something i sink-
sweet music
sweet sleep,

Steadfast,
in a sweet unrest,
the days of before
still fresh.
Liz  Sep 2016
Braille
Liz Sep 2016
I could memorize your freckles.
Where each is exactly
And how many you have.

I could kiss your lips
A thousand times
And feel my cheeks burn
With each.

I could run my hands
Through your soft hair,
Feeling each curl
Like silk between my fingers.

I could stay in your arms
For as long as you'll let me,
Absorbing the security
I've been trying to find everywhere.

I could forge
These tactile memories,
These sensations I could experience
All over again
If I just close my eyes.

If I just close my eyes
And breathe deeply
It's almost as if
I can feel you again.

I feel your ghost on my lips,
Your shadow embraces me,
Your echoe holds my hand
And I pray to be close to you again.

I count the seconds
Until my tactile memories
Become concrete
And I can feel you,
Not your ghost
Or shadow
Or echoe,
Making me wish
For more time.
I've become what I hate. What the hell
Flower Scent Nov 2010
Where do we belong?Where did we go wrong?

Weren't Our emotions deep enough, to make us stay?

I look back in yesterday,I swear,Can still hear you play,

a latino boy,playing his guitar,singing a love song,

to a brown eyed girl,born in the month of May



Our candle blaze no light,Our flame has slowly died,

No more stars to watch,No sweet kisses in the night,

Our ardent river of fervent dreams has dried,

No cheek to cheek,No smiles to greet,We left it  all,

You are not here,I am not there,We are forever gone



Where do we belong?Where did we go wrong?

Weren't our emotions deep enough,to make us stay?

I look back in yesterday,I swear, Can still hear you play,

a latino boy,playing his guitar,singing a love song,

to a brown eyed girl,born in the month of May



  Happy Promises  buried in grains,we won't see face to face,

   Can't hear your voice,Silence echoe  in cold and distant caves,

Two hearts carried  away,by desperate  tides and savage waves.

Soft whispers whirled in strong  winds, not knowing where to blow,

I'm yours,You're mine,have sunk in space and time of letting go.



Where do we belong?Where did we go wrong?

Werent Our emotions deep enough to make us stay?

I look back in yesterday,I swear,Can still hear you play,

a latino boy,playing his guitar, singing a love song,

to a brown eyed girl,born in the month of May.
Lyrical Poem
We were just kids,learning the life
A 14, your birthday a big surprise
At 15, a bunch of kids seizing the hopes
sitting for the test, learning the ropes

I hope to see you soon to know you're okay
I hope I meant to you as you meant to me
3 years later,we've chosen a different way
We passed in order to be free

We thought we would stick together
But lives change like the weather
Our voice would echoe in the wells of light
If I knew you were all copying just fine

Are you materializing your far-to-reach dreams
'cause I try to,the world upside down how it feels?
Did you notice the leaves changing in the fall?
We'll be grown ups in a while, still miss you all

I hope to see you soon to know you are okay
I know we chased down the end of the rainbow
3 years later,we've chosen a different shade
In order to be us,no one to follow
Eleete j Muir Jan 2012
The soul of Heaven
Panoptically piercing
The flight ideas of
Fateful formaking;
The forfended
Resonance of the choirs
Of thunder provoking perdition
The seditious war drums of
Silence weaving movements of being
The ambient battlecry lament
The resounding echoe
Within my soul, knotting
A prism of shadows
Rumbling beyond eternity
Like flowers that grow dead
The aura of time
Musing tidal memory
Reminiscent of twilight
The mercurial epoch of light
A spectrum of emotion.


ELEETE J MUIR.
Sa Sa Ra  Sep 2012
Nothing-ness
Sa Sa Ra Sep 2012
The cold face
of the sun

i can not be
touched
i have no
reactions
there is nothing to move
seperate from All
of other
locked out
in the deepest
of dark
no reflections
not an echoe
he feels
however

She is the All
the call about
touch
reactions
all moving
together
she is engaged
All engaging
not an arm
fails to reach
thee All embracing
her voice light and love
sweetest of callings
reflects upon
the All about

but from nothing-ness
she came
and tears echoe about
for without

nothing
or ever

no wedding
no One
came

— The End —