Sometimes, the poems only resonate in the space between the sky and your eyes

Your words are tape, the only heart they will know is the shattered pieces of your own that you hold in the palms of your hands

Sometimes, the poems are only just enough to stop the blood from dripping through your fingers, not pretty, not inspiring

Your words are nothing that the world will ever clutch to its chest in its darkest hour, pointing to them as if to say
There is still poetry!

But they are yours.
Your poetry, your tape stretched across the fragments of your heart.
And in the space between the sky and your eyes,
Your words will always be a masterpiece.

It seems like yesterday
When I crawled down from my mother's
Womb
Drenched in blood and covered with nakedness
Compelled to cry,to give smiles and laughter
That I may not run to my fathers' tomb
Love and warmness were the embodiment of my first breathe
.
Soon, am employed, to chase away goats
And fowls in the neighborhood
I recited poems and my lips sing songs
To the moon and the beautiful stars
I danced in rain and played in the hay
With flowers not rollercoaster
.
The thought of life being all about
Rainbows and unicorns cling to my mind
Failure must be the treasure that is hard
To find
But the sun laughed at my ignorance
Now,I heard a call!
Echoing in waves through my childhood
The call of the future itself
.
I climbed hills and Cross oceans
Wilderness and valleys hosted me
Lion and tigers I battled
In the forest of rare determination
Looking for the bed of roses
But still lingering in my dream
And for I fear I might be woken
Soon enough
.
Balogun Tolulopez Ayodeji David
( Drunk poet)
Of course..... All right reserved!!

There is nothing like, for a thirsty voice, water clear and sweet,
A loaf of bread for a hungry man and his misery would retreat.
There is nothing like, for tired eyes, a night of gentle sleep,
Nothing like, for a weary body, the comfort of slumber deep.
There is nothing more stirring than a new born's hushed cries,
And nothing more heart warming than a twinkle in tiny eyes.
There is nothing like, for a tearful child, his mothers warm hold,
Or the wisdom of generations through his father told.

There is nothing like, for an unsteady heart, the call of a friend,
No aching heart that a friends love can not heal or mend.
There is nothing like, for a bruised soul, the calm of gentle words,
The miracle of a kind voice in deep recesses heard.
There is nothing like, for a battered heart, the comfort of a smile,
The promise of a tomorrow, though it may take a while.
There is nothing like, for a broken spirit, the touch of a helping hand
Gestures never washed away... eternal footprints in the sand.