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 Oct 2016 True Passion
r
Come on girl
it's time to fly

Don't let this gray sky
hold us down

The water may swirl
but we won't drown

Ain't nothing but the wind
and the rain keeping us in

Let's get on out of here
and get some air

Driving sideways
through this storm

Running its fingers
through our hair

Like a swarm
of honeybees came

Singing Love is like a hurricane
and Here comes those tears again

Writing words
upon my window pane

Come on girl,
it's just the wind and the rain.
A nod to Neil Young and Jackson Browne,
 Oct 2016 True Passion
r
I want her to rise up again
like when she lifted her blue
skirt looking at how brown
I am taking off my shirt
and there are somethings
you learn if you were born
on a farm where I watched
her shadow in the middle
of the night overlooking mine
in the dark where we hid
from the light listening
to the wind, that sad poet
of the unknown pulling back
the dead eyes of those singing
sweet songs in the long night.
 Oct 2016 True Passion
Ovi-Odiete
~~~Black Sky~~~

Moonlight dims and go into blur,
Guiding stars hide behind a monstrous view,
Bereaving clouds gather as the sky turns dark
Spreading,
As it ruves and hover,
Perusing the sky
From dark to black,
Moments in circles
As rain comes calling,
The air smells silence
As a black night emerges
The moon has gone hiding
There's no guiding star
There's no glowing moon
And all that is left is black
A black sky


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It's 12:36am here in Nigeria and it's about to rain.
I wrote this from viewing the sky.... As the moon goes into hiding, paving way for the black clouds
Clumsy is the autumn
Often the colours change
As the trees shake and bend to sheds it leaves
And the cool earth accepts their warmth
Her beauty misunderstood
Never by the impression it gives

The earth reclaims it's fruit
Summer has ended with a glance
It stood on proud solid ground
Now the soil is moist with the tears of the morning dew
They are never lovers hand in hand
Just the order of the seasons

Dreams are technicolor not faded
Despair must be the same
Often the distractions have no meaning
The wind is unforgiving
There are hints of warmth in its voice
Saying this is my swan song for the days that have gone

Mother natures fruit falls from its heaven
To offer decay to its rebirth
Progression to the days of frost
Will be a blink in a wind tested eye
You have to build the wall to see the light when cracks appear
I awoke to a frost that at first I did not understand
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