~ lover poet friend~ ~~~~ Do with us as you please CONSPIRING UNIVERSE ~RD for angel K~ You aligned us but we the lovers turn the keys to accept or decline even our frantic tantric joy where we rhyme.
For too long I shot my doors fearing flinching distance will have the last laugh. ~~~~ then came my love RD and I can touch Raj places no one can and he Mine that much more.
I am over being out of time Not taking more blows I exude security confidence power value my yes and nos are good I am myself
If you must to her go who waits for her younger half green needing wear, Go. And you keep your love and Angel K me on hold;? I rather keep your sword And Z dagger in hearts orb. ~~~ The cosmos needs nothing Why should I? I showed you how my journey can prosper us both and our family!
not you and ur other Z. ~~~~ We mirrored each other searching for long lost lovers yet all you see is distance. And your Z. There are so many songs to play many lovely little things to live for yours and mine.
Remember make up your mind for our gates to open up your tiny window z must close-respect my freedom of speech. My love and feelings matter Yours matter more to me.
We are at crossroads I've been here before ~~~~ Dignity whispers I am disciplined in the art of love and boundaries. I ain't door mat for lovers rainny days. ~~ By Karijinbba.
A way of expression, A method of destruction, A powerful shield, A mighty weapon, A piece of art, An escapism...
No matter what you call it, Poetry is beautiful. Keep at it, young poet- I believe in you.
Leaving this in the notes because I have nowhere else to put it. My mother has been slowly blocking every social connection I have from my phone, so the only way I have of sharing my experiences as of now is through this website. I don't know what I'll do if this is taken from me.
Side note- my parents are very transphobic, so that's why I've had everything blocked. Once I came out as trans, my mother took matters into her own hands to try and stop me from being trans (or something..) I hope that, given the current circumstances, you can be patient with my lack of posting. Thank you for reading; it means a lot to me.
How dare you Keep me from living my life, from slaying dragons and speaking my mind How dare you push me around (Like you own the place you occupy in my mind) Well, I’m on to you. I see you now as the dragon I must slay Say your goodbyes, Fear. I’m sharpening my sword.
she said she couldn't believe i was real but really, i was made in a lab where they proded and poked till this thing came out! want me to do a little dance for you!? balance on my dome? swallow a sword?
From the ashes and dust We rise again Bearing the scars of death As we count our lost From the bones and graves around Many have fallen And the sword is red
We march through the village square Bearing more corpses Looking for a place to rest From the raging sword of the invaders We seek the face of the gods
Why do we dance on their graves? Like masquerades in the village square The kings come from afar And we take them to the shrine The invaders helped us built And none shed a tear… None raised a wail… And none grieved Because it’s not their lost
They said we wail too much For the lost was small A tiny drop in the ocean of blood That has flooded the land
Our contribution was small…yes, small contribution Or how else could we justify this ceaseless carnage? So they took more More women…more children More boys…more girls Some pregnant…some suckling A sacrifice to make up for the rest
We thought our shrine was big enough To pacify the gods and save their wrath But we were wrong Their white regalia is not red enough The blood is not deep enough for a swim But why desire blood as one seeks for water in the desert Oh sword! When will you rest?
The king is coming Maybe he will see the mountains of graves And the waiting dead—candidates for mass burial Maybe he will say it is enough And the priest can take the blood And pour on the altar of the gods So the living can rest And the land will know peace And the sword be no more red May the gods be pacified This sacrifice is enough
A reaction to the many killings Fulani Herdsmen in Benue State and the nonchalant attitude of the Federal Government to the situation. And the political pilgrimage that followed afterwards to the site of the mass graves of the victims.
Racing across The well worn path Of old earth and stone Down the road Over the hilltop Not a moment To brace for impact Only the collision Cast back To the earth that flowed beneath Now coated with a thin layer Mind as scattered and disturbed As the earth and grass below
Gaze across To what lies just paces ahead To yet another Disoriented fellow Pages strewn about As is an apologetic voice Hands fluttering about Like freed doves
Risen and collected, Words shared and spoken Together they then go Towards the setting sun With mighty sword Ink and pen Away to battle they shall go
With sword strong and gleaming bright Surely to survive the fight Sharper than thorns To pierce the veil Their enemies to wail The soldier shall prevail
With ink as black as darkest night Words well weaved, bold with might Surging with power of great war horns To give strength without fail Their foes sure to flail The poet shall prevail
On goes the soldier Powerful in skill Master of the sword And precision in the ****
On goes the poet Sharpest in will Master of the word And always ink to spill
Away they go, Walking to and fro They shall lead their lives on well Never to hide inside a shell The soldier and the poet
- Jay M January 12th, 2021
Oh how things will go. A fun one to write, truly a delight.