There is no space for you in this regime
I had thought once and for all that I might truly be queen
but now I am forced to share my throne with a beast

now only the silence meets my screams
it sits me down for a meal that I must eat
my throne at the end of the table no longer my seat

the hand of night seldom brings
the rest and beauty of the now lost dream
my mind is only sieged in sleep

nothing I say will bring me peace
saving, no longer, can be decreed
not as long as you can speak

and as I weep
for your feet are those of a thief
yet you are not the one to flee
you have made your story one to believe

no, no, you are not welcome in this regime
there is only one crown and only one queen

the title of king
was hotly contested
by a trio of men who
wanted to be invested

in pursuing the ultimate goal
of regent
only one employed a vying
discontent

wicked tactics were ever
his underhanded style of play
which saw the other two
bulldozed well out of the way

they'd not gain the
throne's highest apex
that position reserved
for his sole Rex

he now wears the crown
of questionable ascent
a king who obtained it
through an unsporting bent

By Arcassin Burnham


Separate,
The inner hate,
Leaving scraps on the dinner plate of
A life promise to yesterdays,
come at your throat and disgrace your
name,
But who am I to be a burden,
**** man I am the burden,
A bird then yet to not soar when our kind
wins,
But still stuck in an endless loop of sin,
Where the crisis actors get awards
nowadays for mocking an human's end,
You outta be ashamed but you aren't,
The world is messed up,
But I'm smart,
I love to make beautiful words out of a
circumstance in some lines that
shatter hearts,
But in a good way,
But what do you say?
Will the ignorance play a part in this today?
is it too late ? Can you ever be saved?
Became what you hate the most but
Still you pray? We all do.
/

It doesn't have to end like you think it
does,
Plotting on the enemy might be a must,
Looking at your own burial kicking dust,
Trying not to fall in love with a succubus,
Be a man , its hard enough to be on my
own,
Anxiety takes over my temple and exits
my throne,
I can not even trust anyone at home,
Why won't the devil just leave us all
alone?

things will get better.
‎things will get better.
things will get better.
‎things will get better.

I was on my own, needed no more help.
Where were you when I needed all that
help?
No family support behind me.
When I was in trouble , did you believe
me?

With your inner peace , you could truly be
free with a bundle of dreams and two
seater, two seater,
All of my friends are imaginary people
in a land of truth seekers , truth seeker.
With your inner peace , you could truly be
free with a bundle of dreams and two
seater, two seater,
All of my friends are imaginary people
in a land of truth seekers , truth seeker.

When springtime arrives
There's the intro of the Earth in a refreshing light.
Dew and sunshine,
Love (and many other tests like it),
Birth and rebirth,
And the blooms.
Amongst all this, I hope to see your smile
Soon.

.
Ifeanyi N. Okoro II - © 2018

If I had known
would I still be on a throne?
One created in which I held such,
A beautiful world in the palm of my hands

I've turned everything to sand
this is the home on which my castle stands
My actions have become the waves creeping
up the shore
washing it all away

I'm too stubborn to make things better on a re-do
There'd be so many memories to lose
A good decision for me, is like searching for a needle in a haystack
Regret is an emotion, you cant take back

When you regretted your love for me, that's when I knew I went so far, I couldn't come back.....

Blinding light with hands outstretched
A silhouette dances on the horizon.
It beckons me, with hinting grin etched lips,
To follow, so I grip her hand and on we fly.

Soft warmth caresses my skin as the light surrounds,
Harp song flows as smoothly as river sound.
Eyes turn and smiles break
Carving the faces of paint I've seen
In my visions of the Sistine.  

Those high walls stagger above me,
But the gates stand ajar.
The moat forded and oak doors entered
But no harp song drifts within these walls.

Cold stone meets feet as my
Hand bearer retreats.
A gaze cast back, met with doleful eyes
And a nod to enter on.

So on I cast my senses,
Until upon an ornate throne they rest.
Crafted in shimmer, white with golden hues,
Hand rests embedded with artisan jewels.

A throne worthy of Zeus,
Yet skies of lightning do not greet.
The seat sits vacant,
Webbed stones of an owner long gone.

In a fit I turn,
The light fading from those arching windows.
I reach out for the hand,
A clawing search for reassurance
But solitary I stand,
In this abandoned Palace of eternity
With a vacant throne so grand.

Find yourself getting lost in my arms.
Lose yourself as you find my heart wanting.

Ifeanyi N. Okoro II - © 2018

What if I told you
The skin you're in
At this moment
Is the only reason
This Earth
Hasn't collapsed into a
Cold
Fetal position?

What fire have we started
Searing your sweet scent brands my nostrils
I pray
You stay burned into my retinas
Sweating
I thirst for your abrazo calído.

The heat that rises
The corners of your smile
A balance I desire
To melt me
When I am frozen in your presence.

Ifeanyi N. Okoro II @ © 2018

Taste
From whence your honey cometh

A slow flow

Sticky situation sensational to our senses
Since

Lips got close enough to read past prayers
On the vapor trails venting from our
Vocal cords

This transcends sweetness
The rocks that bare your amber nectar
When cracked upon connection
In the land we both desire to lay our heads
Wade and cross rivers like Oyono
Make maps of heaven upon your spine
With sublime digits

The bees will clamor and tea will feel lonely without.

-
Ifeanyi N. Okoro II © 2018